Delicious Erotica
“Dinner, Dessert, and a Show,” a sex story By DB York
Dinner Engagement by China Hamilton, available from ObssessionArt.com Marie patted her hair in the mirror for a final time before applying a dab of lip gloss. She grasped the door handle, smoothed her skirt down self consciously, and left the ladies room.
As she walked across the restaurant, she concentrated on her breathing. Her chest was tight and focusing on the gentle in-out whoosh of her breath distracted her from the imagined feel of the eyes of the room on her. Could they guess her secret? Could they watch the sway of her hips or the tilt of her head and guess what was in store for the rest of her evening?
Les immediately spotted something out of the ordinary as she approached the table. Even in the dim restaurant light, he could see 2 bright spots of crimson flame high on Marie’s cheeks, and he quirked an eyebrow at her as she resumed her seat next to him.
“Everything alright, honey?” he asked innocently.
“Of course it is,” she answered too quickly. “Why would you ask?”
Les chuckled and eased the napkin Marie was twisting out of her hands and placed it on the table.
“No reason. You look a little fired up is all.” His grin broadened as the blush spread across her cheeks. how on earth can a woman be so sensual and so self conscious at the same time?
Before Marie could respond, the waiter set a slice of red velvet cake and 2 forks on the table. She barely heard him ask if they needed anything else before he glided away.
“I took the liberty of ordering dessert – I hope you don’t mind,” Les said, picking up a fork.
“Not at all. It’s gorgeous. Good choice, love,” she smiled. Marie slid her fork through the moist cake, making sure to scrape the thick white icing from the plate with the edge of the tine. She stopped Les as he raised a forkful to his mouth. “No, please – let me.”
Les caught his breath as Marie offered him the morsel of cake. His eyes glowed in the candlelight as they fed each other dessert, reveling in the tenderness and heat that built with each bite.
When Marie licked a speck of frosting from the corner of her mouth for the third time, Les wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. “What are you up to, Marie?”
“Nothing at all,” she responded, eyes wide. “Just doing my best to make sure your birthday is everything you wanted it to be and more.”
“You are succeeding, but that evil mind of yours is up to something, I just know it.” Les dropped his other hand beneath the table and squeezed her knee. Marie’s breath hitched and Les chuckled softly.
Marie’s hand shook as she jabbed at the cake. Les leaned in and nuzzled her ear.
“What would make my birthday perfect would be to figure out why you were blushing when you came back from the ladies room.” Les gently traced his fingers over her stocking clad thigh.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marie gasped.
“Of course you do,” he purred, tracing a small heart on her leg. “And you are going to let me discover the reason.” Marie whimpered loud enough to draw a glance from a patron one table over. Les chuckled again.
“Be careful sweetheart, you never know who is watching. Just be calm, baby, and please tell me if you want to stop.” Marie nodded and Les’ hand danced higher on her leg. “And please don’t forget about our dessert.”
Marie shivered and brought a bite of cake up to Les’ lips. He locked his eyes on hers as his lips eased the cake off the fork and his fingers found the tops of her stockings under her skirts.
“Hmmm…I thought these might be involved somehow,” he smiled as Marie’s fork descended for another bite of cake. He eased his fingers under the strap of the garter attached to the stocking and felt Marie’s thigh tense. “But that’s not it, is it?”
Marie didn’t answer as she fed him another bite of cake. She thanked every deity she could think of for tablecloths and flowing skirts as Les inched his hand higher, drawing out the tease mercilessly.
“I think I have an idea,” he singsonged in her ear as his hand approached her hip. Marie shook as he slid his finger down the crease where thigh met body and brushed over her freshly shaved mound. Marie bit hard at her lip and desperately stabbed at the cake. Les couldn’t control his smile.
“So that’s what took you so long,” he breathed, tracing the outline of her lips with his fingers. “But what, pray tell, did you do with your panties?”
“Purse,” Marie gasped. Les’ arm tightened around her and he eased her forward until her backside was just at the edge of the chair. He nudged her thighs slightly apart and dropped his hand down further. “Les, honey, this isn’t…”
“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing his knuckle over her clit. Marie sucked in a breath and arched her back. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” she panted.
“Good,” Les smiled, brushing her clit again. Marie tightened her legs around his hand. “Because I just figured out what I want for my birthday this year.”
“What’s that?” Marie whispered. She felt Les smile against her ear.
“I want to make you orgasm while you feed me the rest of my birthday cake.” He pressed his knuckle gently against her clit and she pushed her hips toward him. He drew his hand away and laughed at the distress on her face.
“My cake, sweetheart,” he reminded her. Marie took a tiny forkful of cake and Les slid his hand back to the junction of Marie’s legs. He gently stroked her with the pads of his fingers as Marie eased the cake into his mouth.
Les flicked and stroked her clit as Marie concentrated on scooping fork after fork of cake into his mouth. She shook a little at first, from arousal or nerves he couldn’t tell, but she grew more confident with each bite he took from her.
She faltered when Les slid a finger into her sex and sighed in her ear.
“My naughty little love,” he groaned softly, “I think this might have been your plan all along. Do you know what it does to me to feel you so wet?”
“Yes baby, I know exactly what it does.” The fork clattered against the plate and she dropped her hand into his lap to trace the rigid outline of his cock through his suit pants. Les eased his finger out and Marie jumped.
“If you don’t stick to our plan, I will push everything off this table and take exactly what I want from you right here in the middle of the room,” he growled in her ear. Her eyes shone with arousal, but she reached for the fork she had dropped.
“I am going to make you come,” he whispered, “and you are not allowed to stop feeding me until you do.” Marie nodded and bit back a moan as Les slipped his fingers into her again.
The bites of cake grew smaller and smaller as Les worked Marie’s pussy. He loved the feel of her wetness spreading over his hand, how her muscles contracted around his fingers as he eased them out of her, how her breathing was becoming harder to control as she approached orgasm.
“Please Les,” she whispered barely loud enough for him to hear. “Please baby, please don’t make me wait anymore please.”
“Oh my Marie,” he sighed and thrust his fingers faster. He pressed his thumb against her clit and traced a firm circle. The cake forgotten, Marie rocked her hips against Les’ hand with as small a motion as she could manage. She chewed hard on her lip as Les felt her legs tighten around his hand. His hand was slick with her juices when she inhaled sharply and tightened around his fingers. Her body shook with the effort to remain quiet as she rode the wave of her orgasm as gracefully as she could in the middle of the restaurant.
Finally she sighed and relaxed back into Les’ arm, and Les eased his fingers out of her warm pussy.
“Figures – the best dessert wasn’t even on the menu,” he murmured in her ear as he licked his fingers clean. “You’re blushing.”
“Do you think anyone noticed?” she asked, sliding her skirt back into place under the tablecloth.
“Do you care if they did?”
Marie thought for a moment. “No, not really. But that still wasn’t your birthday surprise.”
“Oh really?” Les motioned to the waiter for the check.
“Really now,” Marie scooped the last bite of cake into her mouth. Les sighed aloud as Marie snatched the check from his hand and passed it back to the waiter with her card. Les brushed her lips with a kiss.
“I love you sweetheart. Thank you so much for indulging me.”
“Of course, Les. I told you that I wanted to make sure you got exactly what you wanted for your birthday.” Les helped Marie out of her chair and reached for her coat.
“It’s a good thing you’re wearing black tonight, my Marie, or everyone would know what you’ve been up to,” Les murmured as he slipped the wool coat over her shoulders.
Marie turned to face him. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him softly.
“Just wait till we get back to the room,” she smiled wickedly
Originally published July 2010