Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.sprintlink.net!newshub.cts.com!news1.crl.com!nntp.crl.com!decwrl!spool.mu.edu!usenet.eel.ufl.edu!tank.news.pipex.net!pipex!howland.reston.ans.net!vixen.cso.uiuc.edu!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!mack.rt66.com!pma12.rt66.com!user From: rgoff@outlawpress.com (Robert A. Goff) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: For Cindy: Dinner Out (mf, voy) Date: Wed, 13 Dec 1995 18:42:56 -0700 Organization: The Outlaw Press Lines: 229 Message-ID: <rgoff-1312951842560001@pma12.rt66.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pma12.rt66.com X-Newsreader: Yet Another NewsWatcher 2.1.3 Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:117055 Status: N This is for my friend Cindy, who loves to watch and be watched. If you write me mail telling her how you liked the story, I'll make sure she gets it. ============================ Dinner Out You meet me at the door, smiling, and invite me in. The door barely closed, our hello kiss deepens into something more, an appetizer. As I savor the taste of you, your hands roam my back and your body melts against mine. I can't help it; I get hard at your merest touch, and the hunger I feel in you tonight makes me erect in seconds. When you feel it pressing against you, you moan deep in your throat and pull me hard against you, starting to make fucking motions with your hips. Your breath is hot against my face. I pull away from you, and you smile, reaching for my belt and beginning to drop to your knees. I stop you, pulling you to your feet, seeing the question in your face. "I have a surprise tonight," the first words between us, as I turn you and press you forward over the table. A small "oh!" escapes you, and then a whispered "yes!" as I raise your skirt up over your hips. The feelings of being in this position, on this table, rise from your memory. You're surprised at how quickly you're turned on; already, as I lower your panties, your lips swell and open in invitation. You moan as my finger brushes your cunt, lightly, testing. An electric current races along your nerves, making your nipples and your clit tingle. Your cunt is wet, as if salivating for the taste of me. But the next thing you feel is not the hard, hot, head of my cock. Whatever it is, it's smooth and cool and it goes in easily. It slides inside and your lips close over it, holding it in place. It isn't large, but if you squeeze you can feel it pressing against your pelvic bone, and you jump slightly when you feel it touch your cervix. Then you realize that I've already pulled up your panties and lowered your skirt. You let me turn you to face me, still disoriented and confused. I open your blouse and gently remove your bra, giving each nipple a brief hello kiss before buttoning you up again. "Let's go to dinner," I say. You can feel your breasts swaying beneath your blouse as we walk, a gentle friction of smooth fabric against your skin. You know that your nipples are erect and plainly visible to anyone who cares to look. They can't see my 'surprise', but you can feel it moving inside you as we walk to the car and drive to the restaraunt. You don't ask what it is; if had I intended to tell you, I would have already. We chat about events, politics, the weather, and how much we've missed each other. By the time we arrive, you've almost forgotten about it. There's a waiting list at the restaraunt so we find a table in the bar to wait. The drink has an immediate affect on you, giving you a pleasant buzzing feeling. That brings back some of your arousal, and your hands wander to my thighs and my chest. The bar is dim; you're not sure they other patrons can see your nipples poking through your blouse, but you know they can see your hands. You pull yourself back, but your hands have a mind of their own, straying time and again. You wonder if they can see the heat between your legs. We continue to talk, about more intimate things, until our table is called. As we rise, I put my hand in my pocket. When the hostess turns to greet us, you begin to feel another soft buzzing sensation -- from your cunt. You pause, surprised, feeling a tingle begin in your clit and a hot flush rise up your neck and into your face. You realize that you've held your breath and when you release it, it comes out as "ah!" You open your eyes to see the hostess looking closely at you. You know that she can see your hard nipples, the flush in your face. She knows that you're aroused. Her eyes flick to my crotch, and you realize that she can see my erection making a bulge in my trousers. But she pauses barely a heartbeat, then says "Will you come with me?" You smile as you restrain yourself from replying "Yes, please!" Each glance from a stranger as we walk through the crowded dining room is like another caress. Hundreds of eyes rake you, your hard nipples, your hot face, and by the time we reach our table your heart is pounding and your head feels even lighter. We slide into a booth, and you barely hear the hostess say, "Enjoy," before she leaves. The smile on her face, however, sticks to your memory. You can barely read the words on the menu, much less make sense of the dishes offered. You can force your concentration on a line of text, but it's only a few seconds before your attention is drawn to the feel of your blouse rasping across your nipples or the throb of your pulse in your clit. Every time you think you've willed your heart to slow down, the softly buzzing thing inside you sends another wave of pleasure throughout your body. The lightest touch on your arm makes you jump, I've had to touch you to get your attention. "Shall I order for you?" I ask. I have that son-of-a-bitch smile that I get when I'm enjoying something far too much. "Mm hmm," is all you can say; it's almost as if you've forgotten how to speak. You're sitting in the back of our booth, facing the dining room. Just in front of us is a table with two men. They're sitting across from each other, diagonally, so that you can see the farthest one clearly. They're both engaged in conversation, but every once in a while the blonde one, the one facing you, will let his eyes rest on you for a moment before turning his attention back to his dark-haired companion. Your heart jumps the second time, and your nipples start to ache the third time he turns your way when you realize that he's watching you carefully. To the left is another table with a man and a woman. They're sitting on adjacent sides of the table, near each other, both facing us. They're almost oblivious to everyone around them, though, engaged in intent conversation, their faces close together, touching each other lightly, frequently. The waitress arrives to take our order. You wonder if the hostess has said anything to her, since she seems to give us both a good look before asking what we'll have for dinner. There is a fresh rush of warmth across your face as her gaze lingers momentarily on your breasts. I order a seafood salad for you, crab for myself, and a bottle of wine, and the waitress leaves. I resume our conversation, telling you about all that's happened since we were last together, about interviews and projects and a new bookstore I found. You try to pay attention, and you manage "yes" and "that's good" and "oh?" in the right places, but it's so hot in here that it's hard to concentrate. In a few minutes our wine arrives, and you sip generously of the cool liquid. It feels so good flowing across your tongue and down your throat that your first glass is gone before you know it. I refill your glass. It's been an hour since we started, an hour since your heart started pounding like a hammer. The vibrator sends relentless tingles radiating from your cunt to your nipples, but it isn't quite enough to bring your senses to the brink of climax. How long can you go on like this, suspended, neither rising or falling? Suddenly you feel my hand on your knee, lightly, teasingly. I lean over and whisper in your ear, "He seems to like what he sees." Your eyes dart to the blonde across the other table, your breath catches as you see his eyes on you, steady, appraising. He's still carrying on a conversation with the other man, but he rarely looks away from you. Is it your imagination, or has he shifted his position, as if to make room for an erection? Yes, you see him casually reach under the table and adjust himself; it looks like he's very hard. Almost without thought your hand slides up my thigh and onto my cock, hot, and very hard. Before you can do more than touch it, our dinners arrive. You jerk your hand back when the waitress walks up to our table, but you're sure she saw what you were doing. She lingers, making sure that our plates are arranged just so, refilling our wine glasses, memorizing every detail of your flushed face, misty eyes, erect nipples. She even casts an approving glance at the bulge in my lap. "Enjoy," she says, before she reluctantly departs. You pick at your food, trying to ignore the tingles radiating from your cunt, trying to ignore the hot flushes when you see your admirer watching you. The two men have finished their meal, and the dark-haired one is leaning back in his chair. They're talking about something, and then the blonde nods in our direction. The other turns his head casually, and then does a double-take. He says something like "wow!" to his companion. You look away, trying to be casual, and you see the couple at the other table. They're watching you, too, openly and unembarassed. They're holding hands above the table, but their other hands are below. You can't quite see what they're doing. The woman smiles at you, and does something under the table. Her companion's eyes close and you can almost hear him moan all the way across the room. On its own, your hand moves back into my lap, and your fingers wrap themselves around my cock. The woman smiles, then turns to press her lips against her date's ear. Did you see her tongue dive into his ear for a moment? It's hard to tell from here. You forget about dinner altogether as I casually reach over and caress your breast. As I squeeze and pull your nipples through your blouse, the dark-haired man turns his chair so that he can watch us comfortably. You can see his erection now, too, and he trys to be subtle as he reaches to adjust it. The woman at the other table is watching you now, too. The hand above the table is stroking her man's arm now, caressing it slowly, and you get the idea that she's pretending it's your breast or my thigh she's stroking. Her other hand is still below the table. Whatever she's doing, she has her companion's full attention because his eyes are closed and his face is a little bit red. My fingers on your breasts, the heat of my cock in your hand, the horny stares of your audience, and the buzzing sensation from your cunt are beginning to make you more excited than before. Every tug on your nipple brings you a little closer. You don't want to come here in the restaurant, in front of these people, but you don't know if you can stop it now. Dimly you realize that our waitress is back, standing in front of our table. The guys behind her are craning their necks trying to see around her. You realize that your hand is still in my lap, stroking my cock as she watches. She stares first at your hand and the outline of my cock, then at your breasts and the nipples that I'm pinching between my fingers. Finally, she stammers, "Would you like to have some dessert?" "Just a moment," I reply. "I think that Cindy would like to show you something." To you: "What was it you wanted her to see, dear?" With that, I reach in my pocket again, and the device inside you suddenly jumps, buzzing so hard that you know the waitress can hear it. You know she's watching you, but you can't stop your back from arching, can't stop yourself from gasping air, "Ahhh!" The vibrator is relentless, and the more you move the more the vibrations seem to spread, which in turn makes you squirm. In a matter of seconds, you're grinding your hips against the seat, grunting as you try to rub your cunt against anything, anything at all to bring yourself over the edge. They're all watching you, but you can't stop yourself. Finally, you find your breast with your own hand, grabbing and pinching the stiff nipple, and suddenly an electric current connects your nipple with your clit and the spark explodes inside you. Your body stiffens, your cunt spasms around the vibrator, and you let out a long moan before you manage to bite your lips together. At the unmistakable sound of a woman coming, every head in the room turns to look at you. You have no idea how long it goes on, but when your body finally stops twitching and you open your eyes the waitress is still standing in front of our table. Her hand is lightly stroking her own breast through her uniform, and when your eyes meet she whispers "Oh, God!" Behind her, both of the men at the other table have stood up and moved to see past the waitress; you can see huge bulges in both of their trousers. The woman and her date are not at their table; you catch a glimpse of them hurrying together in the direction of the restrooms. "No, I think we'll skip dessert tonight," I say. The waitress glances at me, then drops her hand quickly to her side. "We'll have the check now, please," as I hand her a credit card. She nods, and hurries away. I reach into my pocket again and the buzzing in your cunt drops back to it's teasing level. By the time she returns your breathing has slowed and you think you might be able to walk. As I sign the check I notice that she has written something on my copy. "Kim, 555-2345" I smile as I put it into my pocket. ============================ As usual, I invite suggestions about where the story should go from here.