Getting Her Gloves Back
Part II
I tried to be productive at work for the rest of the afternoon. I really don't
think I succeeded. I remember looking up at the clock and thinking she's
probably out of the beauty salon by now, wonder how she looks. Then a bit later
I had to wonder how it was going at Victoria's Secret. It was one of those
times we all wish we could be a fly on the wall. Something told me Anne was not
enjoying it nearly as much as I was, al least I hoped so.
The work day came to a close and most of my peers left the office. I went down
to my car and retrieved my overnight bag and walked over the small gym facility
within the office complex. It took advantage of the amenities there to shower
and change. I took time to ensure everything was right. I had a good knot in
the tie, matching tie tack and gold cuff links, well polished shoes; in short -
a well dressed business professional going out for a formal dinner. Hopefully
this would just bring that more attention to my guest.
I then called the taxi company and confirmed the arrangements I had made later
in the day. All was set there so I drove to the hotel and left my car with the
valet. This was a very large, formal, downtown hotel, with a large open lobby
and a grand staircase leading up to the mezzanine level. The lobby featured a
polished marble floor. There was a large open lounge bar just to the left of
the main doors. To the right of the doors were the bell desk, concierge desk
and a few chairs and sofas provided for waiting guests. I took seat in one of
those chairs set a bit back from the doors and picked up a paper and pretended
to read while I waited. Buy now I figured Anne was in the cab and had received
my message from the driver. I wonder if they had arranged a very young male
driver as I had requested. No sense wasting another opportunity to expose Anne
to some appreciative eyes.
I heard her before I saw her. The click, click of her heels on that marble
floor got my attention and everyone else's in the room. I saw her stop and
hesitate for just second as she realized how the sound was being amplified by
the large open lobby. Then she turned and with as much confidence and bravado
as she could muster I watched her head for the bar. Except for her heels the
room had gone totally quiet. Every eye was fixed on her as she strutted across
the lobby. She had no choice but to strut. I knew what to expect, but I still
wasn't ready for what I saw.
The first surprise was her shoes, or should I say my shoes. She wad been into
my stuff. Fair enough I thought, I'd been into her's more than once. She was
wearing my 4" stiletto heels, complete with locking ankle cuffs. The highly
polished locks on each ankle were shining in the bright lobby lights. She could
have taken the cuffs off, or even wore the locks on the inside where they would
have been less visible. No, they were there, presented for all to see. Making
a very strong statement about exactly what kind of a woman she was. As if she
needed shoes to say that!
My eyes worked up very slowly along those near perfect legs encased in fine silk
shimmering hose. They were a light black patterned hose with a bold seam
running up the back. Very sexy, very dated, very daring. The hose were thigh
high stay ups, that were pulled up nearly to her crotch. The top was a fine
delicate lace design. Very pretty, very feminine, very visible. Everything was
VERY visible! She had worn the dress!
Well, dress is probably an exaggeration. Most ladies handkerchiefs have more
material than was in that dress. And a handkerchief would be useless is it was
made of such light and see though fabric. I was right when I described the
colors to the woman at Victoria's Secret earlier, but I forgot just how shear it
was As she walked away from me I got a beautiful view of her nude butt not
really covered at all by a thin whisp of material than did nothing more than
accentuate her nakedness beneath. If she was wearing anything at all it had to
be a very skimpy G-sting. I tore my eyes away long enough to look around at the
room and sure enough every eye in the place was fixed on the wiggling butt. The
men were the best. Eyes stretching out of their sockets trying to get closer,
mouths agape, some actually slobbering. The woman were mixed. There was shock,
envy, hatred, and wishful longing all mixed in one. And I knew Anne could feel
every eye and every emotion directed at her as she walked across that lobby. I
wondered if she was ready to kill me yet.
I looked back to Anne as she neared the lobby bar. I noticed she had a small
black leather purse slung over her shoulder. It had a fine delicate strap that
suited the rest of her outfit. She was also carrying a small Victoria's Secret
bag. I smiled as I guessed what was in the bag. She had reached the bar and
turned to survey the room. I immediately noticed the lock on her purse. She
had taken a small pad lock and used it to latch her purse. It made a perfect
match for the shoes. This girl knew how to play, she was going all the way!
Mine was one of a sea of staring faces as her gaze panned the room. I watched
as others looked away as her eyes swept past them. I avoided eye contact hoping
to escape detection and it seemed to work. For all her bravado standing there
looking around the room, looking back at those string at her I saw the blush.
Not too red, but still evident. She wasn't as tough as she was pretending to
be. "Nice try girl, but not quite." I thought.
I waited to see if she would do it, and she did. She set the VS bag on the bar
and putting her well heeled foot on the corner bar stool lifted herself up,
turning and sat. The dress was just too short. It was impossible to prevent.
The back was hoisted up and her nude butt cheeks were in intimate contact with
the stool cushion. The cushion must of been a bit cool. I saw the little hump
as she first made contact, the bulging eyes, the little shiver. I saw it and so
did everyone lese in the lobby. I even heard a sigh from another guest when she
sat. She blushed more. Crossing her legs only served to expose more of her ass
cheek to the crowd. There was not much else she could do.
An amazing thing happened. I hadn't planned it this way, it just sort of
happened. The color of her dress with the dark wood of the bar and stools made
the dress go completely transparent. There was a nearly completely nude woman
sitting at the bar. Without staring (and everyone was) the viewer saw very high
heels, with a prominent locking cuff, seamed hose, a bare bottom, and a pair of
large tits only half covered and held up and out by a brightly colored aqua blue
bra. I and every other man in the room was very close to cuming in my pants.
It was time to rescue her before someone called the cops.
I stood to walk to the bar as the bartender asked Anne if she'd like a drink.
When she swung her stool around to answer she presented a beautiful view of two
nude ass cheeks to the room. As I walked past one couple I heard the woman tell
her mate "I tell you she's not wearing any bottoms, she can't be. There should
be a law!" I heard her slap him when he replied "I'm glad there isn't!" Anne
didn't see me as I walked up beside her.
"Can I buy you that drink?" I asked trying to be a blase as possible.
She just glared at me as I sat in the stool beside her. The bartender brought
her a martini and I ordered a scotch. I watched as she angrily gulped down the
drink. The bartender came back with my drink and raised his eyebrows at her
empty glass. "She's not having a good day," I offered "One more, but this time
sip it." I said more to Anne then the bartender. He took the glass and went off
to make another.
"Well?" I queried
"I'm too upset to speak. I .... I just can't think ..... God, look at what I'm
wearing ...." She trailed off as the bartender approached with her drink. This
time she took a small sip and set the glass down.
"Oh I've been looking. We all have. According the them," I motioned towards
the lobby "you aren't wearing anything."
"Asshole" was her one word response.
I spoke to the bartender who was approaching with my change "Thirteen is an
unlucky number for some." He smiled as he watched her blush more.
I lifted my glass, forcing her to do the same. "Just one quick drink and I'll
get you out of here. Try and relax a bit and enjoy it this time. What's in the
bag?"
"Relax, you're kidding! I don't think I can go on. You have no idea what I've
gone through. I've actually had to .... Oh damn you anyway, you set me up!
And you know what's in the bag. The taxi driver, that perverted teenage kid,
told me I had to bring the gloves." Then looking at those beautiful very long
bright red and gold nails she added "although I can't figure out why. Are you
going to wear them or what?"
"Wouldn't go with the suit." I responded and then added "What was with the kid?"
"Yes, the suit is nice. At least one of us looks good. Actually you look
great." She was starting to relax. She continued "When we got here the driver
ran around to open my door. As I went to get up he stepped in front of me and I
almost put my face into his crotch. He was very hard and very proud of it. He
said he'd be thinking of me in his bed tonight. Pervert!"
"I noticed you smiled when said that." I lied. "Besides, you look great, just
ask any guy in the place." I got an honest smile this time. I continued not
wanting to let her try and escape the rest of the evening. "I love the shoes,
where did you get them? And the purse, your idea?"
"You know where I got the shoes. They almost fit too, I have little sockettes
on to help. I just didn't have anything to match this ...... Well it's not a
dress, more of a ..... And the purse was just an after-thought. I just wanted
to .."
"Go all the way." I interjected
"Yes", she sighed and I finally say her cave in. She didn't say it , I just
noted a wave of relaxation move across her face as she took another sip of her
drink. Her body language changed and she gave up the last note of defiance as
she remembered what this was all about. Looking up at me playfully she added
"but I am going to kill you for this!"
"Fourteen!"
"Sorry, I'm going to kill you Sir" she said and then stopped dead as she
realized the bartender had returned to offer another round and had caught the
last exchange. I declined the drinks as Anne tried to disappear into the floor.
I stood and offered a hand to Anne "We have dinner reservations."
She looked first at me and then out into the lobby. Most of the heads had
turned as people got involved in their own conversations trying not to seem too
obvious in waiting for Anne to move. Not surprisingly I noted noone had left
the room. A few more had arrived, but noone had left. "Wonder what they are
waiting for?" I whispered to Anne.
"You know damn well what! Well, show-time" And taking my hand she stood. For
the first time I saw that she was in fact wearing something down there. A very
little something. A very lacy, petite, aqua blue triangle, that did nothing to
cover her bush. It was a mere hint of fabric. It was held in place by the
thinnest of elastic strands around her waist and I had to assume up the crack of
her butt. The elastic was so thin it was near invisible making the triangle of
lace seem to hover in the V of her crotch. The color made it stand out under
the dress but that only attracted attention to her crotch. None of this was
visible as she entered and walked away from the lobby, but now she had to walk
back into the room. She was right, it was show-time!
She picked up the VS bag in one hand put the other arm through mine and
whispered "Don't walk too slow, and don't let me fall, this isn't going to be
easy."
We took tow steps on the carpet that surrounded the bar and then her hells hit
the marble floor. That sound was the dinner bell for the visual sharks that
were sitting in the lobby. All conversation ceased, heads turned. Noone even
tried to be the least bit nonchalant about it. Most of the male eyes drank her
in. Crotch tents were sprouting like flowers in May. Most of the female eyes
were firing salvos of poison darts. A few weren't, the look there reminded me
that we were in San Francisco. Anne was trying not to look. She tried a far
away stare to get her out of the room, but finally she gave in and looked around
just as we approached the doors. The door man, with his own obvious erection,
held the door as we walked through.
I handed my ticket to the valet who made it very obvious that he'd much rather
stay and stare. While we waited for my car I told Anne "You do realize that
every man in that room is going to be thinking about you the next time they fuck
their wives." "And every woman in there knows that and want's to kill me for
it." She replied
"Not every woman." I noted. Anne blushed just a little more and whispered "Yes,
I noticed that too."
"Interested?" I asked
Her reply was not immediate, then looking slowly back at me "No, not tonight ...
this is almost too much already. Just you and me okay?" Poor girl, she just
had no idea.
My car came, and again the valet was disappointed as I took the opportunity to
hold the door for Anne. In that dress and heels she had no choice but to give
me a wonderful exposure of pretty pink pussy as she slid into the seat. I came
close to losing it again. I was suddenly very hungry. I would have to make do
with dinner, at least for now.
I slipped in behind the wheel and as I drove to the restaurant I spoke "You look
absolutely fantastic! To be honest, better than I had hoped. I know I gave you
little choice on the dress, but the shoes and the purse are very special.
That's a pretty brave statement you are making. I see the girls at the nail and
beauty salon enjoyed themselves too. That's quite a look! If tonight doesn't
work out you could probably pick up some extra cash back at that hotel." That
last remark got me a scowl. I was loving it.
I was dying of curiosity, I had to ask "So where'd you get the lingerie?"
She lost it. "You son of a bitch! You bastard! Do you have any idea what she
did to me! It was bad enough walking in there. I was mortified. Then that
.... that ... She walks up to me and calls me toy. TOY! That lezzie slut
calls me TOY! I could have killed her, and you , oh you. You set the whole
thing up. Do you know what she did. She made me strip. Strip nude! In front
of a complete stranger. Oh, all with a story about helping me with my hose.
These nails, oh damn you. She felt me up. She made me ......." She trailed of
and I noted she was suddenly very red and looking at the floor.
"Made you what?" forcefully enough to demand a response.
"She made me ...... wet! Oh damn you, she made me cum. I was just a little
one, but to listen to her you'd think I'd had a massive multiple. Then she has
the nerve to squeeze me into this little show off bra and still panting waltzes
me out into the main room. Then she, ... she ... She actually licked her
fingers, she stood there in the middle of the room , stared at my bush and
licked her fingers. I could have died. They laughed at me. Everyone knew.
They must have heard me. Oh get that silly grin off your face you flaming
asshole, it is not funny!"
"Anne, Anne, settle down. Its over now. And if you came, it couldn't have been
that bad." She went to interrupt but I cut her off. "I lost count. You
really must learn to watch your temper. I figure about a dozen. I hope it was
worth it. So where are we now?" I waited anxiously. Had I gone too far. Was
she still willing. I could feel her eyes drilling into me as I paid attention
to the road.
"Yellow, very yellow sir, and that makes twenty six. Sir"
Nothing more was said as we approached the restaurant. I heard her sigh "Oh
my!" as we drove up. I had been here before on business. We had talked about
it, but she had never been in the place. It had well deserved reputation as one
of the finest steak houses in this part of town. I knew she'd always wanted to
eat here. Too bad that after tonight she'd probably never want to come back.
She whispered again "Thank god!" as I drove past the valet and into the
underground parking. No sense pushing too hard, besides we'd already played
that game. A much bigger one was about to start. I parked close to the
elevator and went around to her door. She waited for me and made an extra
effort to give me a good show getting out of the car. She looked around the
secluded parking area and said "Thanks".
"I'm not finished yet." I warned her. The exaggerated frown told me she was
playing again. I reached past her and took the gloves out of the bag and folded
them into my jacket pocket. I also picked up the small pack back I had packed
that morning. I silenced the forming question with a raised finger and took
arm. We walked over to elevator and rode it up one floor to the
When the elevator door opened Anne almost rushed the maitre d's podium
effectively blocking view of her outfit to him and others in the restaurant.
As I came up to the stand she whispered "Here, like this, oh please, please sir.
I've always wanted to but tonight, like this ..." Her eyes were so pleading,
begging, she ignored the maitre d's cough and added on more "pleassssseeeee.!".
Time for a sanity check. Besides, I needed to be sure before starting the next
step. "Would you rather wear a red dress?"
She stopped dead. She was thinking. I saw it in her eyes before she said it.
"No the green one will be okay" The maitre'd was confused. Her dress was blue.
Well sort of blue, well it was sort of a dress. What he could see of it anyway.
Time to show him more.
I turned to the man and gave him my name. We were right on time and I could
already see the table waiting. He picked up two menus and led us on. Anne took
a deep breath, assumed the almost convincing tough girl stature and followed him
into the room. I held back a couple of steps to enjoy the show. What a
beautiful ass!
That ass was not the show. The show was in the room. At least one man missed
his mouth with his drink and dribbled down his shirt. Heads turned, mouths
gaped, woman scowled, crotch tents formed. The best were two guys sitting at
the bar directly across from our table. They both couldn't hide their thoughts
as they leered at Anne as she slipped into the table directly in front of them.
"Now that's the way to enter a room" I thought as a slid into the u-shaped bench
seat beside Anne. I looked and winked at the guys and they smiled back. Anne
saw the exchange and glared.
"I'm a trophy tonight I suppose. Well, at least this place has long table
clothes. I'm glad for that," Almost as an after- thought she added "sir."
"Yes, you are my trophy, and I know you don't mind it even a little bit. I've
had to sit how many times as you showed off at home and I couldn't touch. Well
tonight it's their turn." I said indicating the two guys at the bar.
"Yes sir" She whispered in a very submissive tone. Perfect it was play time.
Reaching into my pocket, I took out the gloves and put them on the table in
front of her. She looked at them inquisitively as our waiter appeared to take a
drink order. Anne and I agreed on one more to help sooth our nerves. The
waiter left and I said "Trade you."
"But?" she asked looking at the red weapons on her fingers.
"Yes very nice butt, I've been admiring it all night. So have lots of others I
think too." She put on her exaggerated scowl but it soon broke to a smile. I
continued " I took the liberty of taking a few stitched out of each finger. Now
don't worry, I was very careful and it can be sown up again easily, but for
tonight I think it would be a very .... kinky look."
"Oh, yeah" she replied holding her fingers up to a glove "Very kinky, these
shoes, the locks, velvet opera gloves with these nails. Basically sex, pure
sex.. Your own little sex trophy. But trade, trade for what?"
"Nothing little about my sex trophy"I said looking directly at her nipples
prominently displayed on her propped up breasts. "A fair trade would be for
your panties. Or whatever you call that nothing that can't hide what its
supposed to." Another anxious wait as she realized what I just had requested.
Her reply was very slow in coming. She hesitated, looked deep into me and then
with just a little curl at the edge of her mouth said "As you wish sir, may I be
excused?"
Others may have watched. I'm betting that most did. I know for a fact that the
two guys at the bar damn near fell off their chairs as they watched and then
leaned forward as she walked down the hall to the ladies room. That was the
same look I had so many times as she walked down the hall to her bedroom after
teasing me on the couch. This was going better than I had hoped. The door
closed behind her and the guys snapped back to attention. One of them looked
over to me and offered a sheepish apology for leering. I put him off with wave
and I smile. I could tell that comforted him.
While Anne was away I called the maitre'd over and gave him the thermos out of
my back pack. It was a very simple request and he was more that happy to
comply. I didn't bother satisfying his natural curiosity. Let him think
whatever. His reward was in the show I was providing him and his staff. I also
picked up Anne's napkin and dropped in on the floor at the end of the table.
One of the guys saw me do that and pointed it out to his friend. I winked at
them to let them know I was up to no good. I sat back and waited as the two of
them whispered and gestured pointing at me and down the hall.
The two watchdogs at the bar snapped to attention telling we Anne was coming
back down the hall. This time they whispered to each other and leered openly as
she walked past then towards the table. The on again off again blush was back
telling me she must have heard something from them as she passed. The gloves
were the crowning touch. The long red nails were now screaming for attention as
they extended from the gloves like eagles talons. Anne now could only be
described a sex trophy. I was getting too excited again. Had to hang on. Too
much at stake.
I held up my hand to stop her just as she reached the table. I made her stand
there for just a second. The very high heels forced her to stand there with her
legs slightly apart. My eyes were staring at the perfectly visible bush at eye
level before me. The dress only served to give a blue tinge to her pubes. "Too
dark." I thought. "Doesn't match her blonde hair. We'll fix that" I snickered
inside.
"Please sir" She snapped me back to the moment. "I feel like such a slut
standing here." Her eyes rolled back to the two guys at the bar whose eyes were
drilling holes in her backside.
I reached out with open hand and she surrendered her frail G-string panties. Her
look changed to shock as I arranged them on the table between our place
settings. "Nice centerpiece" I offered, and then "Do you know the difference
between a slut and a lady?"
"Oh dear, I'm going to regret this."she said "What is the difference?"
"A slut doesn't bend her knees when she bends over. You dropped your napkin" I
looked her directly in the eye with those last words and waited.
"Oh please, oh no, even you wouldn't dare, not here, oh shit!" Then she took a
deep breath, rolled her eyes back towards the guys at the bar, and added
"They'll never forget you for this."
Bless her, she looked down at the floor, saw the napkin, said "oops." She bent
over very gracefully at the waist and reached for the napkin. Three things
happened at once. I moved my foot to trap part of the napkin beneath. The two
guys at the bar both nearly fell off their seats. One said "Jesus Christ!" Loud
enough for most of us in the immediate vicinity, especially Anne, to hear. And
the bartender dropped the drink he was making for a customer. I also noted our
waiter returning to the table with our drinks. He stopped dead in his tracks.
Anne's head snapped up and her eyes pleaded at me "Pleeeeaaaaase!" She was
locked there bent over holding onto the napkin tugging under my shoe.
"Smile at your new friends first." I ordered. She turned her head and managed a
half smile. Both guys blew her a kiss and one licked his lips lewdly. The
bartender gave her a big thumbs up and a toothy grin. I lifted my foot and she
damn near jumped into the booth. "You ... you ... You are going to regret that.
....... Sir" she finally managed after a few deep breaths.
"Promises, promises" I countered as our waiter approached the table. Poor guy,
his pants were just not hiding anything. He actually had to stand back a bit
from the table. Anne's eyes couldn't help but be locked on a very impressive
erection. He mumbled something unintelligible and beat a hasty retreat.
I looked at Anne. She was on the edge. She was totally red. At that instant
the makeup was wasted. I could almost feel the heat emanating from her. I
could tell her heart was racing. It was beyond blush. Her ears were purple. I
don't even think she knew where she was at that instant. Mission accomplished.
I waited a good five minutes and sipped my drink as she came back down to earth.
When I finally heard her breath again and she reached for her drink I said
"That's what its like."
She raised her head and looked at me inquisitively, still not able to speak. I
volunteered "A couple of nights ago we were talking about that night. You
reminded me about the moment I became aware of you in the room. I told you it
was humiliating. You asked what that was like. Now you know."
"You bastard!" was all she could manage.
"Fair enough, I deserve that, no count this time. But I won't take it back.
Now lets eat."
It took a while but the waiter finally came back. I guess he had to settle down
a bit first. He still couldn't look Anne in the eye but he took our order and
served dinner flawlessly. We had a nice bottle of red wine with our steak
dinners and Anne even settled down enough to enjoy the meal and make small talk.
I purposely avoided anything sexual in our conversation. It was a great meal
and it got so that we were both enjoying it. I couldn't help but admire her
breasts and she caught me more than once eyeing her nipples. Each time she
smiled and nodded accepting my non-verbal compliments. A few times she glanced
over to the bar where the two guys had finally managed to stop leering at her
and were involved in their own conversation.
It came to the point were we had both finished our meal and had sat back to rest
a moment. I was contemplating dessert and had decided a brandy would be great
when I noticed Anne looking at me with that look. That look that is reserved
for those times, for those kind of questions. "Yes?" I asked.
"Is that it? Is it over? Am I free?" Her voice was almost pleading. There
were only two ways to go. I took the chance.
"Not unless you quit on me. Do you want to call it a night?" I asked with a
leading tone.
"So you couldn't break me after all. Even that woman at Victoria's Secret came
closer. That was your best?"
The game was afoot. "You know that kind of attitude can't be ignored. Time for
our dessert." I said as I reached into my backpack and took out a pair of all
metal policemen's handcuffs. I laid them on the booth seat between us just out
of sight.
"Oh you wouldn't dare, please we just can't, it's bad enough already. You'll
get us arrested. Come on, what will it take?" Her pleading eyes, her shaky
voice, it was all perfect. I was starting to wonder who was enjoying this more.
"There is only one way you are walking out of here without these on behind your
back. You'll have to agree before I tell you what you'll have to do. So what
is it? The known evil, or what's behind door number two?" I waited.
She was obviously feeling playful again. Almost immediately she said "I'll take
door number two, sir."
I had needed relief for a long time. No more mister nice guy. All those
evenings on the couch. Time for the first installment of payback. "That night
in my room," Her look told me she remembered it as well as I did "You gave me
the best oral I've ever had in my life." She blushed and looked at the floor.
"Unfortunately, my situation was such that I couldn't quite ...."
"Oh poor dear" she interrupted " Did you have a bad case of blue balls?"
"Yes, and I want it taken care of now!"
"Oh shit! Here? How? But ..... but" Her eyes were darting around the room.
"Now you know why I picked a place with nice long table clothes. If you slip
down now, I don't think anyone will notice." I said those last words looking
directly at the two guys at the bar. I caught one guy's eye, he nudged his
friend and they both looked back at the table.
Anne pretended not to notice as she mouthed "bastard" at me and not to casually
slipped under the table. The guys at the bar called the bartender over and I
know they told him what was going on. I don't think they could see anything,
but they didn't take their eyes off the table. I felt Anne fumbling with my
pants and belt as the waiter came up to the table. "Dessert sir?"
"Yes I'll have a nice snifter of a very good brandy." I said lightly
"And the lady?" he asked, looking around the room.
"Oh, she's helping herself to dessert tonight." That remark got me a sharp
fingernail stabbed into my now exposed balls. That made me jump. The waiter
looked down focusing past me, past the table, and smiled. Then he said in a
voice obviously meant for Anne's ears "Oh I see, Excellent choice" That got me
another jab as the waiter turned to get my drink.
By the time he came back with the brandy I was long gone. I was in a lot of
places, heaven, ecstacy, nirvana, call it what you will. It was all great. The
combination of that talented mouth, with those sharp nails and the soft velvet
of the gloves. She stroked, scratched nibbled and sucked me like I've never
felt before. I didn't think it could be better than what she did that night,
but it was. All the feelings, all the thrills, the whole evening to that point
was focused on that mouth.
With the second sip of my brandy I blew the back of her head off.. I tried to
hold longer, but she was just too good. I tried to keep it quiet, but she was
just too good. I tried to sit still but she was just too good. I'm sure others
around us knew something was up. At that moment I really didn't care. Orgasms
like that only come once a decade and I rode this one like a Hilo surf wave.
The bartender and the guys at the bar watched longingly as I pumped every part
of my being though my cock into her warm lapping mouth. She didn't spill a drop
and continued licking a sucking until I was both drained and clean.
I was just coming down to earth and Anne was beginning to stir when I noticed
the waiter standing there smiling down at me. "Can I get you anything else,
Sir." His grin told me he knew nothing could match what I had just had. He was
holding our dinner tab in a leather billfold and trying to hide a very large
crotch tent. Poor guy, all that meat and a whole shift before going home.
Well, it had been very good service.
"Anne," I whispered in voice loud enough for both of them to hear. "Anne, our
waiter deserves a very nice tip." I reached under the table to tuck myself in
and heard a gasp. "Oh no, you can't be serious." Our waiter heard her too and
started to blush. At the same time I noticed his bulge was pulsating. I looked
up at him and whispered "step forward while I sign that."
He stepped forward nervously until he was touching the table. "No damn way,!"
We both heard from under the table.
"Would you like me to invite the two guys from the bar over for a drink.?" I
asked a little louder.
"Damn, I'm going to kill you!" She lifted up the table cloth and I caught a
glimpse of her gloved hand and those gorgeous too long nails and she unzipped
his pants. Out pocked one very hard monster cock. The whispered reply was
almost lost in the loud sigh of our waiter as Anne's lips wrapped around his
very impressive erection. Poor guy didn't last long. Too much of a thrill I
guess. Too much of a surprise. Well, she was good. Too good for him. He
lasted maybe 30 seconds. He also tried to blow the back of her head off. He
actually humped the table as he cam. The guys at the bar loved it. It was then
that I realized that with the table cloth pulled up they probably had a good
view of Anne on her knees sucking some serious cock.
It was over very quickly. The waiter zipped up his pants. He turned and walked
away as Anne popped up from under the table and hid her face as she pretended to
wipe her mouth with her napkin. I finished the last of my brandy and waited
until Anne finally lowered the napkin. When she did she glared at me with eyes
that wanted to kill. I tried not to smile when the bartender and the two guys
at the bar have Anne a little round of applause. I looked back at Anne and saw
a mixture of rage and humiliation. I couldn't help patting her hand on the
table at offering "At least you had an appreciative audience." The look I got
told me I was soon to be a dead man. It was worth it.
I let things settle a bit and then pushed the panties on the table toward Anne.
"Better slip these on." I suggested. "It's time to move on."
"What and deprive them of there last vision to jerk off to tonight. That
wouldn't be fair." She was dead serious. Anne was really surprising me. She
picked up the thin lacy panties, made a show of sniffing it before putting it in
her purse. Then as we both stood to leave she spoke loud enough for our little
group to hear "One moment please sir."
I watched as Anne walked up to the bar and gave each of the shocked guys a kiss
on the check. "Sweet dreams" was all she said over her shoulder as she walked
past me and with an exaggerated wiggle strode past the leering maitre'd and
stood waiting for me at the elevator. I stopped long enough to pick up my
thermos from the front desk and avoiding Anne's obvious questioning stares
entered the elevator when the doors opened.
On the way down to the parking garage she finally gave in and asked "So does
that mean we're not done yet?"
"Of coarse not." I replied "I haven't won yet."
"Oh shit, you really scare me know." She said somewhat playfully.
"Thirty!" That ended the conversation. She got in the car and we left the
restaurant parking garage in silence.
Continued in part III
