Surprise Surprise
"That'll teach you to be careful what you wish for in the future," he said as he stood in front of the door. Yeah, I thought to myself, it sure would. I probably would've said it aloud to his back too, …if other people weren't staring at us. But I'm coming in at the end, let me catch you up to speed on things.Mark and I have been seeing each other for 6 months today. He is about six-two and 220 lbs of muscular golden brown manliness, cognac brown eyes and an azz that anyone would love either to have or grab. Me? I'm five seven, 118 lbs of chocolate breasts and legs.
Everything is going well and the sex is great, but it's so… How should I say it? It's just so …vanilla. I wanted to do something to bring his freakiness out. I knew he had it in him somewhere. He couldn't be this sweet, innocent farm boy all the time. I called Mark at work and made plans to hook up that evening. I'd laid everything out on my bed and was stepping out the tub when the phone rang.
"Boo, I'm on my way," he'd said. "And wear something nice tonight."
"Oh, I plan to."
If he only knew. I finished toweling off and took my time with the baby oil, then slid my thigh high stockings up my long legs, and stepped into my five-inch pumps. I guess they're not really pumps anymore at five inches though. I admired myself in the mirror for a minute with just the stockings, a choker and shoes. Finally, I slipped my dress over my naked frame. It's a sheer midnight blue fitted dress. When I saw it in the store I got wett just looking at it, so I knew it would be perfect. The neckline drooped just enough to cover the top of my 34DD breasts, but not everything. The doorbell pulled me out of my flashback. I put some shiny gloss on on the way to the door. This was definitely going to be a GREAT night indoors. My baby was going to be so surprised.
I opened the door and was greeted by a huge smile, but once Mark saw me past the flowers he almost knocked me over trying to get me back into the room. "What's all this?" he asked, looking me over.
"I just wanted to spice things up a little bit with you." We sat for a moment or two without him saying a word. Maybe I pushed this too far too fast, I thought.
"Oh. Well let's go. We have reservations in ten minutes at the restaurant."
"What? What restaurant? I didn't make any reservations. I'll have to change. Give me two minutes and I'll be right back."
"Oh no no no. You wanted to spice things up. Let's go. Now!" He'd never raised his voice to that level before. It was like someone turned a faucet on between my legs, I was suddenly wett. From the tone of his voice and the glint in his eye, I knew this was going to be a long night. We were walking out the door and I grabbed my coat.
"What do you need that for? It's warm outside."
"I think I should take it, just in case it rains," I said nervously.
"Honey, there's not a cloud in the sky. Trust me, I was just out there," so sweet and gentle was his voice, his normal voice again. Whew. "Now let's go!" he said as he grabbed my arm and closed and locked the door. Damn, who turned up the faucet again?
We got into the car and made it to the restaurant without incident. It was the newest live jazz club and restaurant in town.
"Stop fidgeting and put your hands down," he hissed in my ear. We were in the lounge of the restaurant waiting to be seated. Fortunately, there was a bar at the door for the waiting guests. Trying to be sly, I asked for a glass of wine, thinking that I could cover myself with my arm since I had to hold the glass.
Wrong.
I sipped, he took the glass, I took it back and sipped, and he held it again. He was really enjoying his little game while everyone stared at me. The maitre d' couldn't get enough. Women were smacking their men upside the head everywhere I turned.
"What's taking so long? I thought we had reservations?"
"Yeah, we do, but since you wanted to show off, I asked for a table on the platform instead. We have to wait for one to be cleared." I glanced back into the room and saw a group of gentlemen on the platform smiling and nodding their heads at one of the hostesses, standing and grabbing their plates. They were moving to another table. They moved so we… no, so I could sit at a table on the platform. This was getting to be too much. I was strangely aroused by the fact that the men moved, but also nervous from all the attention.
"Mark, I don't want to stay anymore. I want to go home. Let's grab some take-out and go to my place."
"I've had this reservation for weeks so we could celebrate our six-month anniversary. I knew how badly you wanted to come here since the place opened." He paused, shook his head and looked down at me. "Kira, we're staying." The last with authority. It took everything in me not to say, "Yes Daddy." Lawd lawd lawd, what the hell was coming over me? Him? Us?
We were finally seated and made it through dinner without too many problems. None, other than the fact that I was beyond tipsy from all the free drinks that were sent over to the table. Not just for me, either. Some sent drinks to both of us with notes handed to Mark by the waiters. He'd just smile, nod and hold up his glass toward the table of the sender.
What the hell was going on?
As we stepped into the glass elevator to leave, Mark stood behind me and we looked out at the city lights. I could feel him through my dress, hard, pulsing and ready. I put my hands back and stroked his dick through his pants. There were 75 stories left between the ground floor and us so I decided to make the most of that time. I slid down to my knees, unzipped his pants and let my playmate free. I kissed and licked his head, then licked and sucked on the shaft of his nine inches. I sucked on the head while he leaned on the railing watching the city get closer and closer.
We passed another couple in the next elevator on their way up to the restaurant. They were in shock. I smiled and kept going taking him deeper into my mouth until I had the whole thing in. I held him there for a second getting used to the feel of him all the way in my mouth until he told me to get up from the floor. He stood me up, turned me toward the glass walls, raised my dress and slid in in one stroke.
"Damn, Kira, you're so wett, so very, very wett. I guess you liked all that attention after all. Didn't you, boo?"
Smack, right side of my azz.
"Uh huh,thought you were gonna turn me out tonight didn't you?"
Smack, left side of my azz.
I was feeling the handprints rising on my cheeks. Mark was just pounding away and I loved every minute of it.
I turned around to see we were on the 20th floor. This was the longest elevator ride ever.
"Baby, we need to stop. We're almost to the ground floor." I started pulling my dress back down from my waist.
What did I do that for? Mark grabbed the back of my hair with one hand and my shoulder with the other and rammed away for 5 more floors.
"You don't tell me when to stop. I'll let you know when you can get up."
Two more floors.
"Uh huh, just wait till we get to your place!"
Three more floors.
He turned my head around and kissed me so deep, I thought he touched my tonsils with his tongue.
Five more floors.
Shit we were going to be caught literally ass out. On the 4th floor he pulled out and started straightening his clothes.
Second floor.
I could barely stand, let alone fix myself up. Thank goodness I didn't have to do anything other than pull down the dress.
"That'll teach you to be careful what you wish for in the future," hesaid. Ding. The doors opened. Out he walked into the lobby of twenty slack jawed faces staring at he and I. Apparently they'd seen most of the show.
Yeah, I'd be careful about my wishes in the future… careful to share them with him every chance I got.
posted by Devlyn @ 1:00 PM
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