Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  She leaned back in her seat, staying as close to me as she possibly could. “I love the taste of wine from your lips. It just tastes better from your mouth, baby,” she moaned. “Alex, I’m so horny I don’t know if I’m going to make it through dinner without being sick at my tummy.”

  I shuddered with desire as I bent down to kiss her again. She placed her hand gently on my erection just as our lips parted. “Oh, God,” I mumbled into her mouth, our lips still touching.

  With her other hand, she unbuttoned a third button on her blouse exposing slightly more of the inner curve of her breasts. “I’m not wearing a bra,” she said as she slowly lifted the edge of her blouse so I could see.

  I groaned. “I know, baby. I saw your nipples poking through your blouse on the way here tonight,” I offered in a throaty voice.

  Her breast was covered, but sitting next to her, I could see under her blouse and had a clear view of her stone-hard nipple poking straight up. “You are driving me crazy tonight,” I whispered into her ear as I gently nibbled her flesh.

  She squirmed in her seat and spread her legs slightly. “I don’t have any panties on either, and I’m dripping.” She looked around briefly, took my hand, and placed it between her legs. “Feel me. Feel how wet you have made me.”

  I cautiously moved my hand up her skirt and slid my fingers gently over her pussy lips, soaked with desire. She quivered and rocked her swollen mound against my fingers and squeezed my cock. “Oh, God, we should have stayed home,” I groaned.

  “I know. I didn’t know I was this horny,” she shuddered. She spread her legs a little further, making room for my hand. Her skirt had slid up to her hips, but fortunately, the tablecloth was covering her.

  She wrapped both her arms around mine to keep my hand between her legs. “Put a finger inside me.”

  “Honey, we’re going to get caught.”

  “No, no one can see. Please put one in, just for a second.”

  She was so wet, and I was so turned on that, against my better judgment, I slid my middle finger inside her. She whimpered and thrust her pussy over my finger, forcing it further inside her. She shivered and stretched up close to my ear. “Oh, God, baby, just one more, please. I’ll be good then. I’ll be so good,” she pleaded.

  I looked up. There was no one around, so I slid another finger inside her tight, slippery opening. With the palm of my hand upside down, my fingers were curved perfectly, and they slid easily in her clenching pussy.

  She had my arm in a death grip as she whimpered quietly. She clamped her thighs tightly around my hand, her legs stretching and straightening as she began to stiffen and quiver.

  “Oh, no, baby, not here. Please, not here” I cautioned.

  “Oh, excuse me,” said Stanley. “I’m going to hold your entree and give you a little more time to enjoy your wine,” he said quietly as she stiffened and clenched tightly around my fingers. She couldn’t stop her convulsion as her thighs tightened and tried to crush my wrist. She was aware that he was standing right in front of us, and she tried to suppress the next three rapid convulsions but was unable to. She was already too far gone, and her body had taken over as if it had a mind of its own. With her last small contraction, she opened her eyes and stared right at him. “Oh, God,” she whispered aloud, still holding my arm tightly between her legs. She was breathing deeply through her nose trying not to be any more obvious than she already had been.

  I was looking at her and our waiter as she continued to stare at him. She was still rigid and clenching rhythmically around my fingers, and I knew that she was experiencing strong aftershocks while she tried to suppress her desire to scream.

  “Oh, my God,” said Stanley. “My life is complete. Oh, how I wish my man would do that for me. I’m sorry, but I have never seen anything quite that beautiful.” He shifted his gaze toward me. “You need to keep her,” he said, pointing his finger at me. “I’ll give you ten to calm before I place your order. Oh, yes, I’ll be back with a bottle of Dom Perignon on me,” he offered as he turned and walked away.

  She remained stiff for another thirty seconds or so before she was able to relax enough to let me slide my hand from between her thighs. My fingers were soaked with her juices. I quickly licked and sucked her orgasm off them, trying to finish before Stanley returned with the Champagne.

  As I licked the last of her orgasm from my fingers, I looked at her and whispered. “Your pussy is the best thing that I’ve ever tasted, but you are a very naughty girl. You just had an orgasm from beginning to end right in front of our waiter. Did you know he was standing there?”

  She wiggled her skirt down and sat up a little, but she was still leaning against me. “I’m ashamed to say it, but yes, I knew he was there. I’m sorry, Alex, but I was too far gone, and I couldn’t stop it. I was already coming by the time I saw him standing there. I was looking at him as I had my first contraction. I was fearful and ashamed, but it was explosive, so explosive I thought I would turn inside out, and I wanted to scream.”

  “Well, I’m sure glad that you didn’t. As it is, it looks like we got away with it because our waiter thoroughly enjoyed watching you orgasm. What’s weird about it, is that I wasn’t jealous of him watching you.”

  “I don’t know, honey. Maybe it’s because he couldn’t see me. All he could see were my emotions and my joy. Oh, fuck, I came so hard. I don’t know what is happening to me. Before you, I would never have even thought of doing something like that. Just the thought of it would have turned me off so much that I probably wouldn’t have been able to climax for weeks.”

  “But, Shannen, how did I let you get so out of control so quickly? I’m supposed to protect you, and I didn’t do a very good job of it just then.”

  “I know. I thought that you could put your fingers in me for just a few seconds and then take them out, and I would be okay. But I lost control, and I just didn’t care any longer. For a few moments, I didn’t care where I was or who saw me. I had to have it. I had to orgasm. Oh, Christ, Alex, you can’t trust me when I’m that horny.

  I chuckled. “I guess not. But, honey, your orgasm was beautiful, and I can’t blame him for watching you. Hell, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. Not for a moment.”

  She cooed sweetly. “I’m so relaxed now that all I want to do is curl up in your lap and go to sleep.”

  I grinned down at her. “You can’t. Our Champagne has just arrived.”

  She gathered what inner strength she needed, sat up, and looked him directly in the eyes while he opened our Champagne. He smiled and watched as we toasted and took a sip.

  “Well,” he said demonstrably, “You have inspired me, young lady. I’m going to take a bottle of this home with me tonight, and I’m going to tell my man that if he wants me to be his bitch he has to treat me like a lady. He needs to treat me just like your man treats you … like I’m something he desperately has to have.”

  She giggled and looked at me. “Am I something that you desperately have to have?” she asked in a sexy, sultry voice.

  I groaned as I looked into her sexy, alluring eyes. “You have no idea how badly I need you,” I said in a deep, predatory voice.”

  “Oh, my God,” cried Stanley. “I can’t take it,” he said as he quickly left.

  “It was nice of him to give us the Champagne.”

  Ha!” I laughed for a moment as I thought back on the spectacle. “It was even nicer of him not to throw water on you during your orgasm to calm you down,” I teased.

  “Oh, come on now. I think that he rather liked it,” she said with a large grin while she sipped her Champagne.

  “There is no doubt that he liked it. But it is funny because I was watching to see if it aroused him, and it didn’t. He did not get a hard-on. Apparently, he just thought it was a beautiful thing. Unfortunately, I had a different reaction.”

  She reached under the table. “Oh, honey, you have a massive hard-on. I’m sorry. All I was thinking about was myself. I can be stingy when I’m extremely
horny.” She looked quickly around. “I think that I can get under the tablecloth and give you a quick blowjob.”

  I frowned at her for a moment, wondering if we might have been teleported to Tijuana. “I think that you are getting a little out of control. There is too much chance of getting caught; besides, I’m afraid that Stanley might get jealous.”

  “Very funny, I was just trying to make it feel better,” she pouted. “You are probably going to have that hard-on until we get home, and I was feeling a little guilty for having an orgasm without you.” She shivered. “God, it felt fantastic. Alex, I have a confession to make.”

  I smiled at her and kissed her cheek. “I hope it’s not too serious.”

  She shrugged. “I don’t know. I hope not, but during my first contraction, just before I closed my eyes, I looked at him and wondered what he was thinking about me having an orgasm right in front of him.”

  I smiled down at her. “I don’t know, baby. All I know is that it was quite a show for a limited audience.”

  “I would never have believed it, but watching him watch me and knowing that he knew I was having an orgasm, almost drove me insane with desire, not for him, but for you. I would have let you lay me down on the seat and fuck me right in front of him I was so horny for you.”

  I thought about that for a moment and wondered if I would be able to control her. She was like a stick of dynamite. Once her fuse was lit, she was going to explode. “I’m afraid that you’re turning into a sex maniac. I’m damned sure not complaining about it, but I need to watch you more carefully and not let you get so turned on in public,” I chuckled.

  We had ordered veal piccata, a small antipasto salad, and some crusty Italian bread. As expected, it was very good and the restaurant lived up to its reputation, not to mention its hospitality thanks to Stanley. We decided that we would forgo dessert and paid our bill, giving him an incredibly generous tip. On our way out, he approached us and handed me his card. He asked us to request him the next time we came in, and he would be sure to take very good care of us. He said that if he knew ahead of time that we were coming in, he could arrange for a completely private dining room for us. Apparently, they do that for some of their VIP clients that need privacy.

  I took his card and smiled. I looked at Shannen and thought I noted a slight glimmer in her eyes. I shook Stanley’s hand. “I think that might be wise,” I said with a chuckle as I put my arm around her and walked out.

  The walk back to her office took less than five minutes. I looked up and pointed to a wall of glass on the third floor. “Which one is yours?”

  She lifted her arm and pointed to the near corner of the building. “It’s the one on the end, the corner office.”

  “Nice, very nice,” I said. “What is that hanging on the side wall? I can only see the top half of it from here.”

  “Oh, that’s a photograph of the ranch. I have several of them up there. It makes me feel good and a little more grounded when I’m at work.”

  “I’d like to see it someday.”

  “What the office or the ranch?”

  I laughed at her wit. “Someday, I would like to see both if you decide to keep me around long enough.”

  “You’re not going anywhere, mister. You are going to see my office tonight, and you shall see the ranch anytime you want to. We could visit it this weekend, if you like. It only takes a couple of hours to get there.”

  Her office was spacious. It was more like three offices put together in the corner. It was almost like a home away from home. “This is magnificent. I don’t think I’ve ever seen an office this large.”

  The credenza to her desk set was against one of the end walls, and her desk was set in front of that. There were two leather sofas extending out in front of it with a square, bird’s-eye maple coffee table separating them. There were lots of photographs of the ranch adorning the walls. In addition to the photographs, there were paintings by Fredrick Remington and Charles Russell depicting life in the old west in the early eighteen hundreds.

  She smiled. “I used to spend a lot of time here, but not so much anymore. I have more interesting things to do at home now,” she grinned. She took my hand and guided me around the corner where she pushed a recessed button in the wall. The book-matched maple paneling parted, exposing a gorgeous, fully-stocked wet bar.

  “Would you care for a scotch?”

  “I’d love one.”

  She took two crystal tumblers down, placed several ice cubes in each, and poured two fingers of Glenfiddich in each. “Me first,” she said as she took a large sip from her glass. She reached up to my lips and let me suck it out of her mouth. It was cool, smoky, and sexy as hell. I took a sip and placed my lips to hers. She took it from me and swallowed with our lips still touching.

  Our lips fused in an incredibly passionate kiss. Her tongue searched every corner of my mouth as she pressed her body into mine.

  “Lie down on the sofa,” she said, gesturing toward the closest one.

  I smiled and did as she asked. I untied my shoes and lay on the sofa not knowing exactly what she had in mind.

  She kneeled down and took another sip of her whisky. She leaned over my face and hovered about two inches above my mouth with pursed lips. I realized what she wanted and opened my mouth as she slowly drizzled the amber liquid into it. I groaned at the eroticism of knowing that her saliva was mixed in with the fine whisky.

  “More but hold it in your mouth longer. It tastes so much better mixed with your juices,” I groaned. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock.

  “You are still hard as a rock. I don’t think it would be fair to make you wait until we get home to take care of this. I think you need some relief,” she whispered as she undid my trousers and slid them down and off my ankles along with my briefs. “I love that cock, Alexander Thompson,” she moaned taking it in her hand and stroking it slowly up and down. “Yes, I really love that cock,” she mumbled as her lips softly slid down over my shaft, capturing it nearly to the base. She began to slide her lips up and down while she stroked me with her hand.

  “Where do you want to put that warm, sticky white stuff tonight, baby? You can put it anywhere you want to,” she cooed as she licked and slid her juicy, wet lips up and down my cock.

  I pulled her up to me and pressed my lips to hers. They were wickedly wet and hot as her mouth consumed me. She was incredibly turned on. I knew she liked to suck my cock, but she was over-the-top turned on, writhing, panting, and searching my mouth with her hot tongue.

  I moaned in response to her insatiable desire. “Have you ever had sex in your office before?”

  She stiffened slightly and plunged her tongue deeply in my mouth as she pressed her lips firmly against mine. “No, but I’ve wanted to fuck you here ever since we did it in your office that night.”

  Now I knew why she was so turned on. This was one of her fantasies. “I’ll put it anyplace you want it, gorgeous,” I moaned as I slipped my tongue deep inside of her mouth. “I love the taste of you,” I said as she took another sip of scotch and put her lips to mine. I sucked it from her mouth and held it for a moment.

  “Give it back,” she demanded. I leaned into her and let her take it back. She shivered for a moment, and once again, she placed her lips back to mine as I took the amber liquid from her. She was ripping off her clothing, and she demanded it back. I gave it to her and she swallowed it with a shudder. “Fuck, that turns me on.”

  She placed one of the ice cubes in her mouth and chewed it until it was gone. She leaned down and slid my cock into her ice-cold mouth.

  “Oh, God, that feels incredible. It feels like fire and ice all at the same time,” I groaned in ecstasy as I pushed the tip of my cock to the back of her mouth. She moaned with a slight convulsion as she tried to push me into her throat. I pulled her back. “Hey, slow down. There is plenty of time for that. You don’t have to do that, baby.”

  “I want to. I want you in every way, every way possible.”<
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  I chuckled. “Honey, you need to learn some restraint and slow down. If you feel like you have to do that, then we’ll practice it when you are not so horny.”

  “I don’t know restraint with you. I don’t feel restraint with you. I don’t want restraint with you. I need you in me now. I don’t care where you put it, but just put it somewhere.”

  “I want your pussy,”

  “You always want my pussy. Don’t you want my ass?”

  I shook my head and moaned as I watched her remove the remainder of her clothing. “I love your ass, but I want your pussy tonight. I want to fuck that beautiful, tight little cunt.”

  She shivered with a loud moan. “Put it in and fuck it then. Fuck my cunt. She’s so hungry for your cock.”

  I stripped off my shirt and picked her up. She slipped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I placed my hands under her ass, spread her unmercifully, and placed her lips over the head of my cock. “I’ve wanted inside your pussy ever since I watched Stanley watch you have an orgasm.”

  She whimpered. “Oh, fuck, baby, put it in me.”

  I thrust up into her as I lowered her down over my shaft. Her body dropped down until her pubis was firmly lodged against the root of my cock, the tip nudging her womb.

  “Yes,” she cried out with a hard reflexive thrust as I stretched up inside her. She went rigid for a moment, clenching and gripping at the sudden impact of impalement. “I love it when you force yourself into me. It burns a little for a second, but it is such a turn-on because, within a few seconds, it feels so fucking good,” she whimpered.

  With my cock shoved up inside her, she ground her clit into my pubic bone forcing the tip of my cock to slide gently back and forth across the soft flesh of her cervix.

  I groaned. “It feels so good when I feel the tip of your womb gently bumping against my cock.”