Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. GOOD FORTUNE (MF, ds, public) By Thomas Roche -- http://www.skidroche.com -- skidroche@hotmail.com PLEASE NOTE: The following story contains explicit sexuality. By continuing to read, you certify that you are not offended by explicit descriptions of sex, and that you do not reside in a country, state, province or municipality that makes it illegal to possess or consume such content. This story appears in Good Vibes Magazine, http://www.goodvibes.com. If you like this story, email the author at skidroche@hotmail.com or visit his website for more stories at http://www.skidroche.com. GOOD FORTUNE By Thomas Roche "I'm famished," said Ivy as Adam pulled her chair out for her. "I'm glad," said Adam, taking his own seat. "This is the best Chinese restaurant in town. I recommend the Peking Duck." Ivy looked around, plainly impressed by the lavish surroundings. Shoji screens with images of swans, sunrises, clouds and bamboo trees were scattered around the restaurant, suffusing it with a gentle, soothing light. The scent of finely-prepared Chinese delicacies was intoxicating. The waiter, clad in a white tuxedo, approached with their menus. "Something to drink for the lady?" he asked. "House red?" said Ivy, peering over the menu. "The same for me," said Adam. "Very good," said the waiter, and placed a tray in front of Ivy. The tray held a single fortune cookie. Ivy looked up at the waiter, but he had vanished around the twists and turns of the shoji screens. "What's this?" she asked, picking up the fortune cookie and peering quizzically at Adam. "I don't know," said Adam innocently. "You'd better open it." "How did he know I love fortune cookies?" "Ancient Chinese secret," said Adam. "Open the cookie." Ivy cracked open the fortune cookie and began eating it, savoring the crisp, sweet morsels. "You're not reading the fortune," said Adam. "It's an old superstition I have," said Ivy. "You can't read the fortune until after you've eaten the cookie." "Good thing you like fortune cookies." "But I usually don't eat them at the start of a meal." Ivy munched the last bits of fortune cookie and unfurled the tiny white slip of paper. She turned several shades of pink, then red. She looked up at Adam and then back down again. Her date was smiling enigmatically. "Well?" he asked. "Well what?" said Ivy meekly, too embarrassed to look her date in the eye. "Well?" said Adam. Ivy was dressed in a little white cocktail number that, Adam thought, looked incredible on her. It was skimpy in all the right places, cut just low enough to display a hint of cleavage and a fetching swell where Ivy's slim breasts tented the material. He could see the spray of pale lace at the neckline where her bra peeked over. As Adam watched, Ivy's nipples grew visible through the thin white material. Ivy looked up at Adam, blushing more fiercely than ever. She looked down again, embarrassed, then up again, locking eyes with him. Her nipples became still more visible, and Adam couldn't resist a glance at them even as Ivy was watching. He and Ivy hadn't slept together yet, though it was pretty clear they were going to. Imagining the sight of those small pink nipples, taunting himself with the thought of their taste and feel against his tongue, brought Adam's cock to full mast in his silk Armani suit pants. Ivy's pale cleavage blushed as red as her face, and she clutched the tiny slip of paper like a waif with a $100 bill. "Well?" repeated Adam. Ivy unclenched her hand and looked down at the sweaty slip of paper. It said "TAKE OFF YOUR PANTIES." "Well." said Adam, and this time it wasn't a question. Her face hot, her breath coming short, Ivy looked around the restaurant and shifted in her seat, nudging herself closer to the table. They were in the middle of the room, and while the shoji screens presented some cover, they were nowhere near a wall. Ivy's hands crept up her thighs, lifting the hem of her skirt up above the lace tops of her white stockings. She felt so wicked for having put her white lace thong on over her garters -- but she'd imagined that tonight was the night she and Adam would finally sleep together, and she wanted to impress him with her worldly knowledge and brazen sexiness. That had certainly backfired. Now Adam was watching her blush, a smile on his face, plainly enjoying the way in which he'd embarrassed her. But Ivy was enjoying it too. Her nipples were so hard they hurt. Her stomach was doing flip flops. She knew when she took off her panties they would be wet. She eased her hands up under her dress and snugged down the thin white satin of her thong. She looked around nervously, but no one seemed to be noticing her. She eased her panties down her thighs, hoping that the clean white tablecloth provided just enough cover for her to get away with this. She brought her panties down past her knees, then over her calves and dropped them to the floor. She lifted first one high-heeled shoe and then the other, and bent down as if picking up a dropped fork. She tucked the panties in her handbag, and her gaze zeroed back in on Adam, who was smiling. But not before she noticed that her thong was, indeed, soaked through. "May I take your order?" asked the waiter as he set down their wine. "Oh," said Ivy. "I haven't even had a chance to look at the menu. Can... can we have a minute?" "Certainly," said the waiter, and deposited another tray in front of the blushing Ivy. Ivy looked at Adam, her clit throbbing painfully between her tightly-clenched thighs. So aware was she of her lack of underwear that every time she shifted in her chair she felt a surge of arousal. Adam nodded toward the fortune cookie. Ivy broke it open, staring into Adam's dark eyes as she ate the cookie in small pieces, savoring the sickly-sweet, crunchy crumb. She clutched the second fortune desperately, afraid to look. "Read it," said Adam. Ivy opened her palm, finding the second fortune soaked with her sweat. The first fortune was translucent with moisture. She read the second and couldn't stifle a tiny moan that escaped her lips. Her eyes seemed to cross, her head spinning. "Read it," said Adam softly. "Out loud." "It says..." she began, and stopped, her throat tight. Ivy took a deep breath, then looked into Adam's eyes. Her face pinkened further and she swallowed. Her mouth felt sticky with the sweet of the fortune cookie. Her pussy throbbed as she tried to find her voice, the filthy sentence grasping her even as she longed to say it. "It says..." she started, and couldn't go on. Finally, she leaned across the table, bringing her face close to Adam's, and he leaned close as well. Ivy whispered: "It says: finger your pussy and tell me how wet you are." "Then you'd better do that," said Adam. Glancing around, Ivy nervously let her thighs slip a few inches apart. Snuggling her hand gently under her skirt, she touched her cunt and felt a sudden flush of excitement as its juices dribbled onto the tips of her fingers. She removed her hand and leaned close again. Adam looked at her and shook his head. "It said, 'finger,' not 'touch,'" he told Ivy, and her clit gave a surge. Her eyes roving the restaurant to make sure no one was watching, Ivy drew her hand back up her thigh. She snuck it under her skirt and pressed it firmly against her sex, having to spread her thighs further to gain access. She put one finger in and gasped, feeling like she was going to pass out. She leaned very close to Adam and said, "I'm very wet." "How wet?" asked Adam. "Incredibly wet," whispered Ivy. "Wet enough to get fucked?" "More than that," she blushed, her voice soft and husky with desire. "Enjoying your wine?" asked the waiter, his smile tantalizing as he stood beside them with a pad ready and a tray tucked to one side. "Oh, God," said Ivy before she could silence herself. Her eyes remained riveted on the tray with its single fortune cookie. "I think we'll have the Peking Duck," said Adam. "And we'll start with an order of pot stickers, some egg rolls and the hot and sour soup." "Very good," said the waiter, jotting the order down. He placed the tray before Ivy and left. Ivy looked at Adam, hunger in her gaze, her hand shaking. "Read it," said Adam, standing up. "I'm going to use the restroom." Ivy cracked open the cookie and ate one crumb, then another, savoring each morsel as she stared at the white slip of paper without reading it. Finally, she let the fragments of fortune cookie fall to the white tablecloth and read the fortune without finishing the cookie. She took a deep, slow breath, shifting nervously in her seat. The fortune said: "YOU WILL HAVE SEX WITH A HANDSOME STRANGER IN A CHINESE RESTAURANT'S MEN'S ROOM." Ivy stood up, her knees shaking. She left her purse, credit cards, panties and all, tucked under the table. She walked on unsteady legs toward the back of the restaurant, picking up speed with each table she passed. By the time she reached the long corridor that led to the restrooms, she was practically sprinting. Adam was waiting for her with the light turned off. As she slipped into the men's room, he grabbed her and pulled her deeper into the jasmine-scented darkness, slamming her against the door so that her behind forced it shut even as Adam crushed her to the door with his weight. A moan escaped Ivy's lips in the instant before he kissed her, his tongue swabbing the fortune-cookie sweetness out of her mouth and replacing it with the salt-wine taste of Adam. He gently pushed her legs apart and drew his fingers up her slit, feeling for himself how wet she was. Ivy regained her senses and began to claw hungrily at Adam's belt, her hands shaking so bad it took her three tries to get his zipper down. By then, Adam had unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it forward. She shrugged it over her shoulder and down her arms. Taking Adam's cock into her hands and stroking it hungrily as he unclasped her bra and brought his mouth first to one hard nipple, then to the other, suckling them. Ivy dropped to her knees, Adam's tongue leaving a slick trail up her neck. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked hungrily, moaning low in her throat as her lips slid up and down the shaft. Adam leaned hard against the door, his hands caressing her face as she sucked him. She looked up at him but she could see absolutely nothing -- just darkness. Adam took her shoulders and lifted her up. Her tongue lolled out as his cock slipped out of her mouth. Adam took firm hold of her and turned her around, pushing her gently forward into blackness. Her dress went sliding over her shoulders and past her hips and down her slim legs. She stepped out of it, not even caring that it was now on the restroom floor. She shrugged off her bra and Adam eased her against the sink, bending her over. Her breasts pushed against the cold porcelain and she gasped. Ivy let him spread her legs wide. His cock, still moist with her spittle, nudged open her pussy lips. Ivy stifled a moan of pleasure as Adam entered her. She gripped the sink and stifled another moan, this one with much greater difficulty, as he pushed all the way into her and reached under to stroke her clit. Then she couldn't stifle her moans at all -- they were erupting, uncontrolled, from her wide-open mouth, as Adam fucked her deep and rubbed her clit quickly. She came almost right away, and began pushing herself back onto Adam's cock even as his other hand caressed her nipples and covered her small breasts. Soon she knew she was going to come again, and she reached her second climax just as Adam bit the back of her neck, hard, almost as hard as she liked it, making her squeal with hunger as he pumped into her. Ivy gripped the porcelain sink, her ass raised high and her legs spread to take Adam's thrusting cock as he sighed warmly into her ear, emptying his cock deep into her clenching, hungry cunt. When he drew his cock back out of her, soft now, Ivy trembled hard against the sink. Adam helped her back into her dress in the dark, not bothering with her bra, which he tucked into the pocket of his suit jacket. He guided Ivy to the door and she slipped out into the restaurant, hair mussed, face pink. Her pussy felt wet and filled as she walked back to the table and sat down, her head swirling. The appetizers and soup were waiting for her. The waiter had swept away the fragments of her last, unfinished cookie, along with the three slips of paper. Adam joined her a moment later. "Eat up," he said. "You said you were famished." "I... I don't seem to be hungry any more," said Ivy, her voice hoarse from moaning. She looked up at Adam and smiled sheepishly. Adam's dark eyes seized her, and his own mouth twitched in a wicked smile. "Those fortune cookies can be filling," said Adam. Ivy took a deep breath, closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes," she said. "They certainly can." THE END Copyright (C) 2003 by Thomas Roche. All Rights Reserved. Visit the author at http://www.skidroche.com, or email him at skidroche@hotmail.com.