Message-ID: <1366eli$9706091611@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/1366> Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: linemstr@aol.com (LineMstr) Subject: ruthie's story, Part II (2/12) (M/f, bdsm) Ruthie's Story, Part II As I looked up, my eyes locked on hers. Beautiful, bright, brownish-green eyes!! Matched the wonderful smile she showed as she saw me for the first time. She was just as her pictures showed her....short blond hair, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me and broadened the smile even more as she noticed my looking so hard. As she sat down, my eyes drifted down, hoping she didn't notice my scouting out the rest of her, but I knew she expected me to notice...she wanted me to notice!! Thin figure, nice sized breasts and hips, long, nice legs tapering down to her high heels. She wore a double-breasted jacket and a VERY short skirt. Her black lace bra was just visible beneath the deep "V" in the jacket, and there was a hint of her bust above the bra on either side of the "V" center as well. I wondered what was under the skirt...she told me she always wore panties. I didn't think they'd last too long tonight, though. "Hi, glad you could make it," I said, trying desperately not to show my obvious delight too much. "Well, I almost didn't!" she said, her tone and facial expression changing abruptly to one of frustration and irritation. "There was so much traffic, and a pile up on 6th Avenue!! I had to detour around, and then the cabbie didn't speak English and I think I overpaid him...." I interrupted, "WAIT!! Be quiet, and just tell me whether you want your chardonnay I ordered for you, or will you leaving??!!" She stopped with somewhat of a shocked expression on her face that lasted about a millisecond, and laughed. "Well, so much for testing, I guess," she said, still chuckling. We both broke up...we had both expected it, and got through it. Now we could just enjoy each other. I slipped an arm nonchalantly around her, keeping it on the seatback, but the movement wasn't lost on her, and she edged just a bit close, picking up her chardonnay, and the small talk -- the "getting to know you talk -- that is sooo important in the game of chase and conquest, had begun. She talked, I talked, she flirted, I flirted, and the more it went on, the more I knew that she was a gem...a WONDERFUL woman, filled with a love of life, a love of sex, a woman who knew her body and liked to have it experience things, and a woman with a mind that was bright, playful, and very, very smart. At the same time, I became more intensely aware of her inner insecurities, that, under that dominating exterior, was a beautiful woman full of insecurity about those very things that she appreciated so much. After about an hour of bantering and verbally playing, I noted that she was almost snuggling, and had allowed her skirt to ride up so I could just glimpse the tops of her stockings and one garter snap. But the bar was much too public, and I had noted that more than one male visitor had cast lingering gazes our way. I knew it wasn't because of the way I was dressed! I decided it was time to move to step two. "I know a little Italian place right around the corner...interested??" I asked, having to break into her nearly one-sided conversation. "Italian?? I LOVE Italian," she responded, her face lighting up with a renewed glow. "Is it cozy?" "I think you'll like it." I smiled. I paid the tab, and we left on foot along The Avenue of the Americas toward Central Park to 54th street and turned East. The restaurant was small, cozy as she had wanted...but VERY nice. Tuxedoed Maitre'D and waiters, immaculate white tablecloths, enough space between tables to talk and not be overheard, and a few booths. We chose a booth, and slid around so we could sit together. I picked it purposefully, because the tablecloth hung down well in front of the other side of the table. I picked a Ruffino Chianti Classico Ducale Gold Label wine, and ordered veal parmigiana, she ordered saltimboca, which, interestingly in Italian, means "melt in your mouth." Appropriate choice for her, I thought. As we chatted over the wine, I began my next move. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /