The meal set before me looks delicious but it is difficult to concentrate on it as my mind attempts to come to terms with what has just happened. The sexy Irishman has hardly acknowledged me at all once the lights are back on and the meals delivered. I feel rather risque but also a little piqued that he would choose to ignore me after such an intimate interaction. I attempt to strike up conversation with him a couple of times and he answers in monosyllables, obviously not encouraging any further talk. He chats quite amicably with the elderly lady on his left which I find rather irritating. I do however note the way that his tongue flicks onto his fingers savouring the juices of the shell fish he’s just removed from their shells. The way he slides the fingers into his mouth make it obvious to me that he is taunting me.
“Ah, exquisite flavours” I hear him utter. My head jerks up in reaction at the words. As my eyes go to move back to his face my gaze is intercepted by the piercing black eyes from across the table. The stare so intense that my breath is caught in my throat. It flicks very deliberately to the Irishman and then back to me. Almost insolently he lets his eyes trail over my face, down my neck and then stop at my cleavage. So intense that I could swear I feel his touch against my skin the entire way. As his gaze rests on my breasts I feel as though I am naked, the dress that had felt suitably demure but sexy earlier now feels like a flimsy tiny piece of cloth barely large enough to cover my rapidly hardening nipples.
I feel almost as though he is punishing me with his eyes. Surely he doesn’t know what I have been doing only a short time ago. He can’t have heard me exclaiming as I climaxed could he? There was, I thought, ample noise in the room to camouflage it. That coupled with the Irishman’s comments as he licked his fingers… mortified I realise that even if he were not certain before then he would have had his thoughts confirmed by what to others would have been a purely innocent comment made by a man enjoying his meal. Hurriedly I excuse myself to no one in particular. Snatching up my purse I rise as gracefully as I can under the scrutiny of two set of eyes. One black as night and the other belonging to the Irishman. Of course, the split opens up even more as I rise showing the lace band at the top of my stockings. With as much dignity as I can muster I allow the dress to fall back of it’s own accord covering me sedately once again as I walk with barely held together composure toward the exterior patio where I had previously spotted a ladies restroom. Behind me I hear a chair scrape on the floor but it could have been anyone of the 200 or so guests so I pay no heed.
I feel the freshness of the evening air upon my skin as I cross the patio. What blessed relief it is to have the coolness wash over me. The heady fragrance of the gardens lures me past the ladies out onto the paved path. The lighting very subtle and unobtrusive. I stop for a moment and draw in a deep calming breath. Spotting a beautifully carved stone garden seat in a secluded arbor I decide to sit for a short to time regain my composure. For a moment I close my eyes shutting out the noise of the gathering so close by relishing this brief time alone is such beautiful surroundings.
“Has no one ever told you that it is not safe to be out in the dark alone, madam?” I started. I have not heard anyone approach. I cannot see his face but I know it is the dark eyed man by his mere presence.
“Oh? Then I must consider myself safe now that I have your company, Sir” I reply rather more confidently that I feel. What is he doing here? Has he deliberately followed me out? Obviously he has, but what does he want?
“I could not help but notice that you seemed a little flustered as you took your leave of the dinner table. I thought it best to check to make sure that you were not distressed in any way. Do you mind if I sit?” Not waiting for an answer he sits down beside me, considerably closer than was totally necessary. He turns to face me placing his finger under my chin and turning my face towards him. In the subdued light I can see his eyes are aflame.
“You are quite the seductress, Madam. I wonder have you any notion of just how appealing you looking this evening? Those beautiful ripe breasts, obviously not used to being on display by the creamy paleness of your skin” the softness of his voice matched by the caress of his fingers as they trace the swell of my breast. I stare at him, stunned, unsure of how to react. My body and my mind cannot manage to sync. My mind telling me that I should hasten back inside, my body electrified by his touch, wanting more.
“You thought no one was aware of your antics in there earlier, didn’t you? I have been so attuned to you all evening that I can almost read your mind by now. I most certainly felt the passion and excitement emanating from you as you gasped your way to orgasm amidst the rabble of the crowd. The beautiful blush on your cheeks once the lights came back on confirmed what I had heard. Was it good, sweet seductress? Or would you like me to show you what real pleasure is?” As I open my mouth to mutter a response his lips brush mine… his tongue flickering over my lower lip. Words are lost to me, nothing makes sense. What is he doing? What am I doing for that matter! How could I allow a perfect stranger to caress my breasts and kiss me? But then the atmosphere between us has been crackling all evening, maybe I should just explore what the Universe had delivered to me on a platter. I did after all set out at the beginning of the evening to enjoy myself, didn’t I?
He rises from the seat. With disappointment I look up at him, only to realise that he is not walking away as I assumed he would. Instead he is shrugging out of his dinner jacket. He folds it carefully and then reaches around me placing it against the arm rest of the seat. All the while his hooded eyes watching me as though unable to draw his gaze away. Ever so gently he lift my right leg, placing my foot on the seat, in effect spreading my legs wide apart. The split in my dress opening and giving him a perfect view of the lace panties covering my crotch. Kneeling beside me he buries his face in my cleavage. Breathing in deeply, trailing kisses over my partially exposed breasts. His hand gently stroking my pussy through the lace. One finger of the other hand slides in under the material covering my breast. Finding my nipple hard and erect he proceeds to rub it as shivers rake my body. Lowering his head now to bury it between my open legs. Pushing the lace of my panties aside and sealing his lips to mine… tongue flicking over my clit igniting a fire deep down inside of me. Any thought of protest flees. I am lost to the absolute pleasure of being kissed so deeply and passionately and more thoroughly than I ever had been before. As his mouth works its wonder on my pussy his fingers keep teasing and caressing my nipples, moving from one breast to the other. Oh how surreal! This is the stuff of fantasies. I surely I have passed through the looking glass into a wonderful dreamland. As a finger slides gently inside me and then back out again I feel ripples washing over me, tiny tremors and as one finger becomes two the tremors build lifting me higher and higher. He senses my oncoming climax and begins to match his movements to my ragged breathing. Stroking deep and hard with both his fingers and his tongue. As tremors turn to shudders, my back arching giving myself over to him completely I raise my head and my eyes meet those of the Irishman, standing just inside the arbor, watching transfixed. The Irishman? Too caught up in passion for it to make sense I ride the waves of ecstasy cumming in a gush into my lovers mouth. I cry out with the pleasure of it and it is then that I realise that I don’t even know his name… I don’t know either of these men’s names! His groan of satisfaction told me that that is what he is seeking as he swallowed hungrily. The ultimate gift from me to him… the very essence of me flowing freely to him.
As my pulse begins to settle and I lie back down breathing deeply the dark eyed man licks my clean, gently, as though I am too fragile for a normal touch. With one final brush of his lips on my pussy he pulls the lace back into position. Standing slowly he gazes down at me gently. Fire still burning in his eyes which are drinking me in just as greedily as his mouth had moments ago.
“Thank you, my sweet seductress.” His voice is thick with passion. “I knew that you would be sweeter than any nectar in natures garden. You have given me great pleasure and it is an honour to have shared something so intimate with you. It is my promise to you that this will be not be the end for us. You are my fantasy incarnate and now that I have tasted your sweetness I will never be satiated by another.” He sits me up, retrieving his jacket. His thumb brushes over my lips and then he bends and kisses me, passionately deeply. As he straightens up above me he says “Taste the sweetness of yourself on your lips, beautiful lady.” moving away into the darkness I hear his voice “Until we meet again, sweet seductress of mine.”