alexfun2
07-01-2010, 05:55 PM
The follow up to my Naughty Lunch
In the first part of this fun story I told of my exhibitionist lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, when I ‘met’ Frank for the first time. This was almost year later and a very close encounter
It was a Friday afternoon and I had met with a contractor at the same restaurant for a late lunch. Frank was there as usual, and we now chatted and teased each time we encountered each other, whether with my husband or not.
By 4:00 my meeting was done and I was finishing my last glass of wine before hitting the road. I was planning to meet my husband for a sundowner at our local bar, but that was still 2 hours away. When I looked up Frank was calling me over to his table and proffering a fresh bottle at me. I thought it would be fun to have a last drink with him, my first since teasing him and his buddy almost a year before.
I was wearing a business suit that was a very tight dress, which clung everywhere it touched, and was only wearable to the office because it had a full length jacket over it. Although it was not a short dress it had the naughty habit of riding high up my thighs when I was sitting. Today I was wearing hold-ups with a lacy band at the top, and was aware throughout lunch that my stocking tops were invariably on show most of the time.
Frank seated me between him and a guy I had never met before, who immediately commented on my long legs. As Frank poured my drink I thought back to our fun lunch and felt a little buzz go thru my body. Maybe he was hoping for a repeat show, or some other fun. As my working day was over I slipped off my jacket and was aware that both men were looking unashamedly at my breasts. As I said the material clung tight, and my nipples are rather pronounced. Combine that with the light blue color and it was very obvious how erect they were.
I was only staying for one glass, but the couple of glasses over lunch combined made me feel fun and naughty, and it was Friday. As I neared the bottom of the glass I decided to visit the ladies’ room before the drive home. I had to squeeze by Frank to get out and as I did so, I felt his hand caress the back of my leg under my dress. He was obviously checking if I was wearing stockings or hose, and now he knew!!
Returning from the ladies I could see Frank waiting in the entrance lobby, and was mildly disappointed that he seemed ready to leave, but when I reached him he held up a key and said “ I need a couple of good reds for dinner, come help me choose”.
Gary, the owner of the restaurant had built a wine cellar in the basement, some years before and now boasted a fine collection of a couple thousand bottles. He was happy to sell to his regulars, and had just given Frank the key to make his choice.
The cellar was obviously pretty cool, which only cranked up my nipples even more. Although being alone with this guy I had teased so much was certainly contributing to my arousal.
The cellar actually had a huge old table in the middle with benches down each side, and could be hired for small private functions. I was a fun room. As we looked through the racks of bottles Frank followed me closely and asked me to choose the wine. He was not short of money so it was fun to spend way more on wine than I ever would have with my own money. I handed him one bottle as he stood right behind me, then selected a second. He told me to pick a third, and as I moved away slightly he gently groped my butt asking, “Are you wearing my favorite panties again”?
I just giggled and selected the third bottle. I now had a bottle of very expensive wine in each hand, and a horny male pressed against my back. With his free hand he reached the hem of my dress at my right thigh, and slowly lifted it higher and higher.
When he reached my stocking tops, and then soft skin, he moaned in my ear and pressed he erection against my butt.
His hand continued to explore my body, sliding over my belly towards my breasts. My dress, being a soft and stretchy material was offering less resistance than I was, and he soon cupped my bare breast (no bra) and tweaked my very hard nipple.
After only a minute or so of his feeling my breasts and kissing the back of my neck, I warned him that I was in danger of dropping two expensive bottles of wine. With that he lead me to the long dining table put the bottles in a safe place and returned to continue his “attack”. He lifted my dress to my waist and told me how much he had wanted to do this for the last 10 months, then knelt in front of me and started to eat my pussy with no little skill. For the next few minutes he teased me like I had teased him, bringing me close to orgasm, and then stopping to tell me how wonderful I tasted and that he didn’t want to stop. This, of course, just made me even hornier, and eventually I lay back on the table told him to make me come.
When he gave my clit to the treatment my labia had been receiving I came violently in about one minute flat. When I sat up on the table Frank had opened his zipper and was holding a very erect and slick cock in his fist. It wasn’t the longest I have seen or had, but like his stubby hands was thick and had a lovely purple dome!!
We were now at real risk of being caught, as I had no idea when the owner may come check on us. I knew, however, that I owed Frank one, and beside his cock looked to good to miss. He obviously thought the same, because he grabbed my dress and lifted it quickly over my head and off.
I told him to move the bench away from the table and lie along it. When he was in position his cock was standing upright, and I could straddle him easily. When I did so he moaned in anticipation, so I teased him a little more by holding his shaft and sliding the tip of his cock slowly up and down my slit. When I thought he couldn’t take much more I placed him at my entrance and slowly impaled myself on him. It was a lovely feeling sitting on his thick cock, slowly riding him as he played with my breasts and nipples. He was telling me in great detail how good this was, and how badly he had wanted this. As he kept up his commentary I started to ride him harder knowing that he must be very close to coming. Just as I started to reach orgasm again, he uttered a loud groan pulled me down to him and sucked roughly on my nipple. That sent me over the edge, and my first contraction was enough for Frank, as he emptied his semen into me. He was still suckling on my nipples when my consciousness returned to planet earth.
When we had dressed and collected the wine, we headed back to the restaurant where his friend was still waiting. It was pretty obvious what had happened, but who cares, I didn’t know him and doubted I would ever see him again.
Frank walked me to my car and handed me one of the very expensive bottles he had just bought, and made me promise to remember how I earned it when I opened it. As I sat in my car he leaned in and reached under my dress to feel my very wet and sticky lips. At that point I noticed the telltale stain on the front of his pants. He had them on while I rode him, and the stain on the material was a pretty clear outline of my pussy etched in my love juice. I joked that he could send me the dry cleaning bill, and then headed home with pussy throbbing, and my dress way too close to it for decency. As my car was a soft top I knew that the guys in their trucks would enjoy the view in the 5 o’clock Friday crawl on the highway.
I saw Frank many times after this, but we never played again!! On one occasion when I was with my husband, a round of drinks arrived at our table from him. Under my drink was the cleaning bill for his pants.
Alex xx
In the first part of this fun story I told of my exhibitionist lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, when I ‘met’ Frank for the first time. This was almost year later and a very close encounter
It was a Friday afternoon and I had met with a contractor at the same restaurant for a late lunch. Frank was there as usual, and we now chatted and teased each time we encountered each other, whether with my husband or not.
By 4:00 my meeting was done and I was finishing my last glass of wine before hitting the road. I was planning to meet my husband for a sundowner at our local bar, but that was still 2 hours away. When I looked up Frank was calling me over to his table and proffering a fresh bottle at me. I thought it would be fun to have a last drink with him, my first since teasing him and his buddy almost a year before.
I was wearing a business suit that was a very tight dress, which clung everywhere it touched, and was only wearable to the office because it had a full length jacket over it. Although it was not a short dress it had the naughty habit of riding high up my thighs when I was sitting. Today I was wearing hold-ups with a lacy band at the top, and was aware throughout lunch that my stocking tops were invariably on show most of the time.
Frank seated me between him and a guy I had never met before, who immediately commented on my long legs. As Frank poured my drink I thought back to our fun lunch and felt a little buzz go thru my body. Maybe he was hoping for a repeat show, or some other fun. As my working day was over I slipped off my jacket and was aware that both men were looking unashamedly at my breasts. As I said the material clung tight, and my nipples are rather pronounced. Combine that with the light blue color and it was very obvious how erect they were.
I was only staying for one glass, but the couple of glasses over lunch combined made me feel fun and naughty, and it was Friday. As I neared the bottom of the glass I decided to visit the ladies’ room before the drive home. I had to squeeze by Frank to get out and as I did so, I felt his hand caress the back of my leg under my dress. He was obviously checking if I was wearing stockings or hose, and now he knew!!
Returning from the ladies I could see Frank waiting in the entrance lobby, and was mildly disappointed that he seemed ready to leave, but when I reached him he held up a key and said “ I need a couple of good reds for dinner, come help me choose”.
Gary, the owner of the restaurant had built a wine cellar in the basement, some years before and now boasted a fine collection of a couple thousand bottles. He was happy to sell to his regulars, and had just given Frank the key to make his choice.
The cellar was obviously pretty cool, which only cranked up my nipples even more. Although being alone with this guy I had teased so much was certainly contributing to my arousal.
The cellar actually had a huge old table in the middle with benches down each side, and could be hired for small private functions. I was a fun room. As we looked through the racks of bottles Frank followed me closely and asked me to choose the wine. He was not short of money so it was fun to spend way more on wine than I ever would have with my own money. I handed him one bottle as he stood right behind me, then selected a second. He told me to pick a third, and as I moved away slightly he gently groped my butt asking, “Are you wearing my favorite panties again”?
I just giggled and selected the third bottle. I now had a bottle of very expensive wine in each hand, and a horny male pressed against my back. With his free hand he reached the hem of my dress at my right thigh, and slowly lifted it higher and higher.
When he reached my stocking tops, and then soft skin, he moaned in my ear and pressed he erection against my butt.
His hand continued to explore my body, sliding over my belly towards my breasts. My dress, being a soft and stretchy material was offering less resistance than I was, and he soon cupped my bare breast (no bra) and tweaked my very hard nipple.
After only a minute or so of his feeling my breasts and kissing the back of my neck, I warned him that I was in danger of dropping two expensive bottles of wine. With that he lead me to the long dining table put the bottles in a safe place and returned to continue his “attack”. He lifted my dress to my waist and told me how much he had wanted to do this for the last 10 months, then knelt in front of me and started to eat my pussy with no little skill. For the next few minutes he teased me like I had teased him, bringing me close to orgasm, and then stopping to tell me how wonderful I tasted and that he didn’t want to stop. This, of course, just made me even hornier, and eventually I lay back on the table told him to make me come.
When he gave my clit to the treatment my labia had been receiving I came violently in about one minute flat. When I sat up on the table Frank had opened his zipper and was holding a very erect and slick cock in his fist. It wasn’t the longest I have seen or had, but like his stubby hands was thick and had a lovely purple dome!!
We were now at real risk of being caught, as I had no idea when the owner may come check on us. I knew, however, that I owed Frank one, and beside his cock looked to good to miss. He obviously thought the same, because he grabbed my dress and lifted it quickly over my head and off.
I told him to move the bench away from the table and lie along it. When he was in position his cock was standing upright, and I could straddle him easily. When I did so he moaned in anticipation, so I teased him a little more by holding his shaft and sliding the tip of his cock slowly up and down my slit. When I thought he couldn’t take much more I placed him at my entrance and slowly impaled myself on him. It was a lovely feeling sitting on his thick cock, slowly riding him as he played with my breasts and nipples. He was telling me in great detail how good this was, and how badly he had wanted this. As he kept up his commentary I started to ride him harder knowing that he must be very close to coming. Just as I started to reach orgasm again, he uttered a loud groan pulled me down to him and sucked roughly on my nipple. That sent me over the edge, and my first contraction was enough for Frank, as he emptied his semen into me. He was still suckling on my nipples when my consciousness returned to planet earth.
When we had dressed and collected the wine, we headed back to the restaurant where his friend was still waiting. It was pretty obvious what had happened, but who cares, I didn’t know him and doubted I would ever see him again.
Frank walked me to my car and handed me one of the very expensive bottles he had just bought, and made me promise to remember how I earned it when I opened it. As I sat in my car he leaned in and reached under my dress to feel my very wet and sticky lips. At that point I noticed the telltale stain on the front of his pants. He had them on while I rode him, and the stain on the material was a pretty clear outline of my pussy etched in my love juice. I joked that he could send me the dry cleaning bill, and then headed home with pussy throbbing, and my dress way too close to it for decency. As my car was a soft top I knew that the guys in their trucks would enjoy the view in the 5 o’clock Friday crawl on the highway.
I saw Frank many times after this, but we never played again!! On one occasion when I was with my husband, a round of drinks arrived at our table from him. Under my drink was the cleaning bill for his pants.
Alex xx