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An Uptown Lady With A Downtown Appetite
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An Uptown Lady with a Downtown Appetite
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by T. F. Yank
You were surprised as hell when I called you earlier. I still
smile at the squeal of delight you gave when you found out I was here
at the resort. I had wanted to surprise you, so hadn't told you about
my company sending me down here for a seminar... three whole days.
Plus I managed to arrange it so I don't fly out again until Sunday, so
that'll give us Saturday as well.
You were a bit flustered when I suggested I meet you after work.
You wanted to go home and change. But I insisted. So here we are at
this roadside dinner. Red gingham table clothes and red vinyl seats.
Nothing fancy.. But you did promise that the food was very good here.
I chose the back booth.. Kind of a horseshoe so I could sit next
to you. You sit there to my left, alternating between blushing and
smiling. Nervous. Yet there is something else. Eager? Might be...
I'm doing most of the talking. You sit there, your eyes watching
my face. As I tell you of my trip down, my hand moves to you leg. At
first it just rests on your knee. But you make no move to stop me.
Good. Becoming bolder, my hand slips beneath your skirt and massages
your thigh. I continue talking, but now it is my eyes that watch you.
You blush, and lower your gaze. My hand continues its journey
upward until it comes to the crotch of your pantyhose. I can feel the
outline of your panties. You squeeze my hand between your thighs as
the waitress comes to our table.
Introducing herself as Mary Beth, she places menus in front of
us, tells us what the daily special is, and asks if we need some time
to decide.
"What do you think, m'Lady? Are we ready to order, or should we
take some time to explore all the delicious things at hand?"
I'm sure you're about to choke, you turn so red. But you do
manage to say something about wanting to look over the menu. The
waitress smiles and leaves us alone once more.
Before you can do or say anything, I lean over and whisper in
your ear, "Go take them off."
"Wha...?"
"Your underthings.. Go take them off. I want you naked under that
skirt."
Again you blush. I wonder if you'll refuse. Instead you lean
over, give me a quick kiss on the cheek, and slide out from the table.
I watch you head for the ladies room. As you are about to enter the
room, you turn back at me and smile.
When you come back out, you look fugitively around the near empty
restaurant, almost as if you think people can see you are naked
beneath your skirt. As you sit beside me. I wrap an arm around you and
pull you to me.
"That was the poorest excuse for a kiss I've ever had," I say
with a smile. I press my lips against yours and taste you for the
first time. My free hand slips beneath your skirt and confirms you
indeed did as I asked. My fingers tentatively search for your center,
and you utter a small gasp into my hungry mouth as they make contact.
God, you're already wet. I press two fingers against your
opening and enjoy the feeling as they slip inside you. Your tongue
inside my mouth mimics the movement of my fingers. Very reluctantly I
break our kiss. I pull my hand from the warm moist hole and raise it
to my face. You look at me, eyes slightly out of focus.
"Hmmmmmm I love the musk you're wearing m'Lady." My tongue
snakes out and takes a slow lick of one of my fingers... "Yummmmmm
delicious. If the food here tastes half as good, I'll be in heaven."
Your eyes widen as I proceed to lick each finger thoroughly.
At that moment, our waitress returns. "Have you decided what
you'd like to eat?" she asks.
"Yes I have. But unfortunately it's not on the menu."
"Pardon?" she asks, looking a tad bit confused.
"We'll have two specials," you answer quickly. The look you give
me is priceless. Half pleading for me to behave, half pleading that I
don't.
The waitress just shakes her head as she writes down our order.
As she picks up the menus and leaves, my left hand again slips between
your legs.
"You're terrible," you chide. "It's not on the menu." You smile
despite your nervousness.
"Well it's not. What I want is right here," I say, my fingers
rubbing your wet slit. "Maybe I'll just slip under the table and
sample some."
"You wouldn't dare! Please not here."
"No, I won't. I'll save that for dessert later. By the way, did
I ever tell you I have this bad habit? I like to play with my food
before I eat it?"
And that was what I did all the time you tried to eat. Don't
know which you liked better. Finally getting out of that restaurant,
or when I finally had my dessert, in the front seat of the car right
there in the parking lot. But I loved the way you shuddered when I
told you how I always had a craving for something to eat several times
during the night as well.
I am not certain if the sweet flush on your skin is due to
embarrassment or arousal. Either way, it only makes me want you all
the more.
We walk back to my car. A van actually. Thought having a Magic
Wagon(tm) to ride around in might be more interesting than one of
those subcompacts. I unlock the passenger door. Opening it, I wait
for you to climb in. As you move past me, I grab you by the shoulders,
turn you around, and kiss you. My hands grasp your buttocks and press
you hard against me. I love the way you seem to melt against me.
As suddenly I as started, I end our kiss. Leaving you there,
dazed, I walk around and get into the driver's seat. Looking at you
still standing outside the van, I say, "Are you coming?"
As you get in, a mischievous grin brightens your face. "Not yet.
But I'm sure that was just an oversight on your part."
I laugh. "Careful, m'Lady.. A smart mouth like that may just gain
you a smarting ass. As for my oversight.. Was just about to correct
it. I did say I intended to enjoy dessert once we got here. Why don't
you move to the back seat."
You glance at the back seat, then back at me. Slowly you rise
from passenger seat and move to the back. My hand slips beneath your
skirt and cups your ass. I slip off my seat onto my knees and before
you can sit, grasp the waistband of your skirt. My fingers find the
fastening and opening it, pull your skirt down over your hips.
God how I love the way you look. Bent at the waist, your arms
grasping the seat to support your weight, your sweet ass displayed
before me. My lips brush against your nether cheeks, my tongue
finding the crack and tracing its length upward. My hands slip between
your thighs and push your legs further apart.
I twist around until I am sitting beneath you, my face in your
crotch. You try to reach my head with one of your hands, but you find
you can't without falling over. You try to shift position, but I
prevent you by pressing my mouth against your wet slit. This is what
I've been waiting for. Remembering how you told me no one had ever
done it to you, I intend to show you just what you've been missing.
My tongue separates your outer lips and licks the tender pink
flesh revealed. Slowly at first then with increased speed, I allow the
flat of my tongue to lap the length of your slit. As my mouth pays
homage to your cunt, I finger your anus. Using the pad of a finger I
press against your rosebud. It flutters under my attention.
As my tongue makes its first penetration of your hot hole, I slip
a hand up under your blouse. It meets the bottom of your bra and
follows it around until it discovers the the front fastener.
Reluctantly I pull my other hand away from your sweet ass and slip it
also beneath your blouse.
Your hips move against my taunting mouth as I unhook your bra.
My mouth moves upward slightly seeking your clit, as my hands slip
from under your blouse and begin to unbutton it. the van fills with
your small cries of pleasure as at last I grasp your freed breasts.
My touch is not gentle as I dig my fingers into your heavy breasts.
Not too rough to hurt. But clearly showing my hunger. My fingers find
your rigid nipples as my tongue flicks against your swollen clit. In
concert, tongue and fingers begin a steady rhythm of torture.
Your breathing becomes ragged. Your knees weaken. Just a bit
more, and I know I'll make you climax. And I want that. I want you
above me, coming in my mouth. Remembering something you once told me
about not climaxing without penetration, I pull a hand from your
aching breast. My mouth and tongue continues lick and suck your
throbbing clit. But now I push two fingers deep inside your opening.
Twisting my wrist I direct them upward against the outer wall of your
vagina. My fingers are not very long. Yet I hope they are long enough
to find that spot that will drive you round the bend.
Your cries increase in volume as I focus all my attention on your
center. My lips clamp down on your clit as my tongue lashes against
it. My fingers move in and out of you, meeting the thrust of your
hips. Your movements become erratic, jerky. With a wail, you grab the
back of my head and in doing so fall forward, head first into the back
seat.
I feel your inner muscles contract around my probing fingers. I
can hardly keep my mouth in position as you grind your cunt against my
face. Again I clamp down on your clit as the fingers at your breast
firmly squeezes the enlarged nipple. "Yesssssssssssssssss," you
groan.
I can not keep a smile from my face even as I continue to suck
you. Finally you stop moving. The sound of your heavy breathing
filling the van just as your moans had minutes ago. I slip from
between your legs. Turning I plant a wet kiss on your ass as your
knees finally give out beneath you.
"Best damn dessert I've had in a long time," I say getting back
into the driver's seat."
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I watch you in the rearview mirror. Your body is still
trembling.. I feel my cock throb as I watch you slowly pull yourself
onto the back seat.
"You really do enjoy your desserts, don't you?" you ask, a soft
smile on your face. You reach for your skirt, and start to wrap it
around your waist.
"Don't!" My voice cracks like a whip in the van. You eye me,
your uncertainty obvious in your expression.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to sound like that. Just that I've
fantasized what it would be like.. All the things I wanted to do. To
you, and for you. I'll make you this promise.. I will do nothing to
hurt you. Nothing you do not permit. Say the word and I'll stop, or
leave if that is what you want. But if you let me, I'll do my
damnedest to make certain you never forget the time we spend together
over the next several days."
"What exactly do you have in mind?" The uncertainty is replaced
by curiosity. Good.
"Games. A lot of the stuff we've talked about in our letters.
Bondage. Mental games. All of them intended to get you as hot as
you've ever felt. I want you to experience all the physical pleasure
you can take. No pain stuff. That I promise. But short of that?
Almost anything goes."
You move to the front, your skirt in your hand. Before you can
slip into your seat, I pull your head to me and kiss you. My mouth is
demanding, my tongue filling you. You hesitate for the briefest
moment and then return my kiss with an equal passion. You hand closes
over the lump in my crotch, and squeezes it gently. An uncontrollable
shudder runs through me.
Breaking our kiss, I tell you, "No." I pull your hand away from
me. "You are not to touch me unless I say you can. No matter how much
you want to return the pleasure, you will not. On the other hand, you
will make yourself accessible to me at all times. You will not wear
underclothing. When you are permitted to wear clothing at all, they
shall be what I tell you to wear. No pullovers. You may wear slacks
if the occasion requires it, but not belts. When we are alone as we
are now, you will always keep your legs open, displaying to me your
cunt. I want to see all of you. I want to be able to touch you when
ever I want. Wherever I want. Can you accept those rules?"
You stare at me for a moment and then lower your gaze. "I can say
no at anytime?"
"Yes you can. But if you do, it all stops. I leave."
"Hey that's not fair. What if I don't want you to go, but don't
like what you're doing?"
"er... Guess I haven't thought it all out. I really don't want
to do anything you won't enjoy. But I also think you don't know what
you will ultimately enjoy until you experience it. Tell you what...
we can use a safe word."
"Safe word?"
"Yeah, that'll work. If I am doing something you really don't
care for you say a safeword. A safeword can be any word, like 'red' or
'sky'. You use it to let me know you don't feel comfortable. Some
people use two words. One to indicate caution, another to indicate
that things are getting out of hand. Kinda like the yellow and red
lights of a stop light."
"Okay so I could say yellow if I was feeling uncomfortable, or
red if I wanted you to stop and you wouldn't leave?"
"Yes. But I can also choose to ignore your use of safewords.
Which still gives you the opportunity to say 'no'. But if you use
that, I do leave."
"Still sounds pretty one sided to me."
"Okay... Lets' try it for tonight only. If you find you need to
tell me no, we'll stop playing the games. But I'm here for the next
three days anyways,. So if you still want to see me after tonight, we
can. But without the games."
"If I decide to go along with it, what do you plan on doing?"
"That will be for me to know, and you to discover."
"And if I say no now?"
"I take you home. And spend the night back at the hotel."
"You don't play very fair."
I can't help laughing. You pout so beautifully. "I didn't play
fair in the restaurant. Or for that matter while I was enjoying my
dessert. Yet you seemed to find it enjoyable. The night is wasting...
the choice is yours. Either put on your skirt, and I'll drive you
wherever you want to go, or sit with your hands held behind your back,
facing me."
"But what if someone sees us?? I mean here I am exposed to the
world."
"Does the thought of someone seeing you like that excite you?"
"No!"
"Does the thought that my seeing you like that makes me horny as
hell excite you?"
"It does? You are a strange one."
"I'm going to start the car. By the time I've pulled out of the
parking lot, you need to decide." With that I turn the key in the
ignition and slowly head for the exit.
From the corner of my eye, I watch you. You look at the skirt
still in your hand, then at the exit. As the van pulls out on the
road, you toss the skirt on the floor, and place your hands behind
your back.
"Okay. I know the way back to the hotel..."
"But you said..."
"BUT.... I don't know where you want me to take you."
"Oh.. Well you need to turn around. My place is about 15
minutes from here, just off route 101."
"Okay, you can tell me where I have to turn and how to get there
as we drive. But right now I want to introduce another element in the
playing."
With that I pull off to the side of the road. Putting the van in
park, I reach under my seat and come up with a small leather bag.
"I want you to sit closer. I want to be able to reach out and
touch you when I feel like it."
You shift in the seat complying with my request. I reach into
the bag and extract a dildo. It is very life like, only 6 inches
long, and not very thick.
"You're not going to use that here? Bad enough I'm...."
"Are you saying 'no'?" I ask, a grin on my face.
"Well, no.. Yellow.. I'm saying yellow, damn it."
"Good.. I like yellow. Adds certain edge to everything. Here
take this," I say holding the dildo out to you. You hesitate. At
last you take it, and look at me questioning.
"I want to watch you put it in."
"Where do you come up with these ideas??? Yellow!!!"
I watch you closely.. Even in the darkened interior of the van,
I can see you blush. Your hand trembles slightly as you position the
dildo. Your eyes glaze over as you push it inside you. It is not very
big. but the way you're sitting shortens your vagina, and I know it
must feel enormous.
"Good. Now put your hands back where they were." I reach between
your legs and grasp the end of the dildo. There is a knob on the
bottom which I turn. The dildo starts vibrating. I watch you bite your
lower lips as I turn the dildo to high. You body tenses. "Whatever
you do, don't let this slip out."
My hands reach for your heavy breasts as I kiss you. This time
there is no hesitancy in your kiss. Your hunger, your need is
evident. Breaking the kiss, I adjust the vibration to a lower level.
Not quite as high as before, but still very much a presence between
your legs.
"Okay.. Now where do I go?"
It takes you a moment to realize I have spoken. "What?"
"Well I assume you'd rather not spend the entire night here like
this. So why don't you give me those directions."
You have some trouble, but eventually you do manage to tell me
how to get to your place. I take my time, enjoying looking at you.
Occasionally I reach out and play with your breasts, or scrape my
nails along the tender flesh of your inner thighs. You have some
difficulty sitting still. And my attention to your body doesn't help.
At last we pull into the road leading to your house. I see
another, cloaked in darkness across the road. Your friend, James?
Doesn't look as if anyone is home. Good.
"Home sweet home." I lean over and kiss you. I love the taste
of you. Love the passion I can feel in your kiss. My hand grabs the
end of the dildo and twists it inside you. I feel more than hear your
gasp in my mouth.
Again I abruptly break off our kiss. Quickly I get out of the van
and come around to your door. Opening it, I ask for your keys. You
get them from your purse and hand them to me. You start to button
your blouse.
"I didn't say you could get dressed."
"But I can't..."
"There are no lights on at your neighbor's. There is no one
around but you and I."
You glance around. "Yellow."
"Come on... the faster you get inside, the less chance there'll
be of someone coming along and seeing you like this."
"I still say 'yellow'." But you twist around in your seat,
preparing to get out. Your hand goes to the dildo.
"And that stays where it is."
You look at me not quite believing what you just heard. "Red!.
I mean it. Red!"
"The only thing that will make me change my mind about that is if
you say no. I want you to walk to your door, the dildo between your
legs. If you can't, say no. And I'll walk you to your door, and say
good night."
"You are a bastard. Either I do as you say, or I get to spend the
night alone. I don't like these games."
"Really? So that's why your nipples are so hard. Your thighs
slick with your own moisture. I can see you really don't like any of
this. So you should have no trouble telling me no. We'll stop all of
this. Then again, if you are getting turned on by any of this. Do you
really want to stop? Are you not interested to find out what will
happen next? Remember how uncomfortable you felt in the restaurant?
And how much pleasure you experienced in the back seat?"
Slowly you step out of the van. "You are a bastard, Yank." You
start walking to the front door. I grab your skirt and my bags from
the van, and follow you.
I enjoy watching you, the way you struggle to keep the dildo in
place. Hurrying, I get to the door before you and open it. You rush by
me and disappear into house.
You stand there watching me as I close the door. I put down my
bags, tossing your skirt on top. "Was that so terrible?" I ask you.
"Yes it was. I've never done anything like that. Maybe I'm not
cut out to play games like this."
"Maybe you're not. We both have several days to find that out.
But right now I want to find out what it feel like to kiss you, hold
you against me."
I take you into my arms and kiss you. This time the kiss is
gentle, soft. I slip your opened blouse and bra from your shoulders
and pull you tight against me. My hands caress your back, moving down
until they cup your buttocks. Your hands move to my face. Softly
they caress my neck then slip between us to unbutton my shirt. You
hesitate for a moment, but when I do not say anything, you rapidly
complete your task of removing my shirt. Your hands then move to my
belt. Quickly you unbuckle it, and open my pants. Deftly you push
them and my briefs down.
For a moment we just kiss, our bodies pressed against one
another. The silence fills with the sounds of our kiss. I hear a
small thud, and realize the dildo has slipped from its warm moist
sheath. I love the feel of your breasts pressed against my naked
chest. But when you touch my rock hard cock, I push away from you.
"No. That is not permitted."
"But I want... I just want to please you."
"You please me by doing what I ask you to do. And right now you
can please me best by turning around and leaning against the door."
I don't wait for you to respond. I take you by the shoulders and
turning you around, press gently against the back of your neck until
you are bent over, your arms bracing your body. I can hardly contain
myself as I place the tip of my cock against your cunt lips. I want
to penetrate you slowly. But that is not what I do. Instead I shove
into you in one swift movement until I am fully seated in your warm
wet canal.
You press against me. I feel your internal muscles clamp down on
me. I groan aloud, as my hands dig into your hips. This will be very
short lived. as much as I would want it to last longer. The fact I
have not already exploded surprises me. I can not remember ever
feeling this hot before. My balls ache, reminding me of the blue balls
I'd get as a teenager.
I want this to be slow and taunting. Want to hear you beg for
release. But I know I have no control left for that. Instead I slam
into you, demanding, urgent in my need. I slip a hand around you,
seeking your clit. My touch is anything but gentle. But not rough
either. Firm and insistent.
I love the way your ass ripples each time I slam into you. I
wish I could see your face. I don't know how close you are. But your
small cries of pleasure tell me you are enjoying this as much as I am.
My mind stops thinking of anything but the growing pressure in my
groin. I can feel my cum boiling deep inside, feel it inch its way up
through my throbbing cock. I cry out as it explodes from me. I speed
up my movements trying to increase the sensations along my cock. Again
and again I spurt inside you. Even after there is nothing left to
ejaculate, I can not stop my movements, so hungry am I for the sweet
pleasure I take from your body.
But I am only human and my body will only obey my commands for so
long until it can no longer respond. As my now soften cock slips from
you, I pull you up against me. My arms hug you as I bury my face in
your neck to nuzzle. My legs, feeling like rubber, can hardly hold me
up. Yet already my mind is planning the next step in our game.
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