Dining out – Main Course

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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.”

Dining out… the Entree

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What am I doing here? A formal dinner, really? Being an introvert I hate these functions but my friends convinced me to join them for a good cause. It is a black tie affair. Far from my usual attire but I make the effort and don a beautiful evening dress… black, plunging neck line, beautifully cut to show off my curves but not so much so that I feel uncomfortable.  There is a split to mid-thigh on the left side which shows glimpses of my stocking clad leg as I walk. I actually feel quite sexy and sensual and have enjoyed the admiring glances of both men and women… this is a very unfamiliar feeling for me.

Eventually after what seems like forever we are seated for the dinner.  My friends are sitting to my right. A stranger on my left. I smile at him as he does the gentlemanly thing and holds my chair out for me to sit. He smiles back, glancing at my cleavage but quickly averting his gaze. A little thrill passes through me momentarily and then I sit and my friends engage me in conversation.

As the wait staff bustle around us delivering our entrees and drinks waiters remove and replace the constant flow of empty glasses I become aware of being watched.  I glance up and meet the gaze of a very handsome gentleman sitting across the table from me. Chiselled features, eyes so brown they are bordering on black. A strong freshly shaved chin which is already showing the signs of a shadow. His dark hair has streaks of steely grey, making him look very distinguished. I blush a little as his gaze persists, feeling as though he is searching my soul to discover all of my inner secrets.  I see the flicker of a smile on his mouth as he acknowledges the colour rising across my cheeks.  I draw my gaze away from his, although it is somewhat like attempting to draw a magnet from steel, such a strong hold he had on me.  Purposefully I pick up my napkin and mop an imaginary spot of champagne from the corner of my mouth, my lips parting a little. Just then the waitress arrived with my entree breaking the tension of the moment for me.

“Ahh, this looks divine” are the first words the gentleman to my left speaks to me. He has a wonderful lilting Irish accent and a beautiful rich timbre in his tone.

I turn as I respond “It does indeed. Let’s hope it tastes as good as it looks.”

“Oh, I am sure my taste buds will be in heaven” he responds. It is only then that I realise that he is looking down at my thigh, exposed by the fact that the split in my dress has parted while I am seated.

Laughing, I look at him properly for the first time. Ruggedly handsome I think would be the best description for him. Teasing eyes sparkling behind a set of trendy but unobtrusive spectacles. His face was not run of the mill handsome but very appealing all the same. Brown hair, slightly receding, maybe a little in need of a trim but neatly in place all the same. While performing my appraisal I turn my body more to face him. His eyes drop down to my cleavage obviously enjoying the view.

“But then it could be a toss-up as to which would please them the most” he teases with a wink.

“Eat up before it gets cold.” I motion to his entree.

“Oh yes, it is best eaten hot, isn’t it?” he responds with the lift of an eyebrow.

Chuckling I turn my attention to the food placed before me. As I do the eyes across the table grab mine again. I cannot read the look in them but I am fully aware that he has watched the interaction between the sexy, flirtatious Irishman and myself and for some reason I feel that he disapproves.

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After the entree it is announced that there will be a presentation by a guest speaker while the tables are cleared of dishes.  The speaker though witty and entertaining does not hold my attention long.  The lights have been dimmed with a stage area with a podium lit so that the focus is on the speaker.  As my mind wanders I think about the sexy man next to me and his bold comments.  A fantasy of old flits through my mind. I move my leg a little so that it is in contact with the leg of the Irishman.  I feel a pressure in response.  I feel him stretch back in his chair, as he does his hand brushes along my leg.  I am not certain at first if it is deliberate or accidental and then I feel his fingers hook in under the edge of my stocking, resting there. Maybe this speech won’t be so boring after all!  The fingers slide around the band of my stockings, inching closer and closer to my crotch.  I shiver slightly as they come in contact with my knickers. Oh, thank you Angels for giving me a dress that I didn’t need to wear support undies under!  The lace edge of my knickers is slowly lifted up.  I can hardly breathe!

I hear a muffled groan as I reach under the table and slide my hand along his hard thigh.  He squirms a little as my finger finds the head of his cock which is quickly making its presence felt.  I feel him harden at my touch. My finger trails back and forth along his length.  Oh how delicious this is!  How erotic, a perfect stranger probing at my rapidly moistening pussy, me stoking his hard cock, people all around us and no one any the wiser.

Casually he moves his other hand from the table in front of him and reaches down and unzips the fly of his pants. He takes my hand and guides it inside his pants, oh… he’s not wearing underwear. Instant access! As I slide my hand further in and cup his balls his finger slides between the lips of my pussy.  My breath catches. I push around further under his balls, sliding my finger between the cheeks of his bum. My finger is touching his anus, I feel his butt cheeks tighten as he squirms more.  His finger begins to stroke my clit. I pull my hand back out to his cock, sliding from the base up to the tip. Oh yes, pre-cum.  I glide my hand over the head of his cock then down again, spreading the pre-cum as lube.

Suddenly the sounds of applause brings me back to the room. People cheering, as the noise builds around us he drives his fingers deep down into my pussy.  The tension within me bursts, I groan, as my orgasm takes over my body. He has timed his penetration perfectly with the noise of the room. I gasp “Yes!” as I cum in his hand.

Casually, he sits up straight in his chair beside me, withdrawing his hand as he does.  The lights begin to flicker on around the room.  Reluctantly I withdraw my hand from his pants.  As the applause dies down I can hear the sound of his zipper being pulled up.  Feeling very pleased with myself I smile as I raise my eyes to look around the room. Smug in my little secret.  Then I realise that he is watching me intently, the man across the table.  His eyes are burning into me as though he knows what we’ve been doing.  I know that my face is flushed. Hopefully he will see it as just another blush like earlier when I first felt his eyes on me.  His eyebrows rise slightly and his eyes flick briefly to the Irishman then straight back to mine, like he’s been aware the whole time.  Once again it is the arrival of the main meal that breaks the energy that flows between us.

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