A Special Dinner Date

This story is dedicated to all the female enthusiasts of ISS. Ladies, just imagine that your workaholic partner has invited you to a dinner date in a posh restaurant for the first time in your life. You are elated, may be this is the day he is going to propose to you, may be tonight is the night he will make love to you…………………

You feel his eyes the second you enter the restaurant foyer. As you wait for your partner to confirm your booking, you scan the restaurant.

Then you see him, seated alone at a table set for one, in one corner. Your eyes meet and you expect him to turn away when he realizes that you have seen him, but he doesn’t. Instead he looks straight back at you unblinking, making you turn away.

You looked to your partner, discussing work with a man at the front desk and you look sideways to find him still looking straight at you. Turning your head to face him, you look straight back into his black eyes quizzically and raise one eyebrow. His eyes changes instantly from their intense stare to sparkling, smiling eyes, and he also raises one eyebrow.

Quickly you turn away and look to your partner once more. Now you are pissed off because he was still talking, as if she weren’t even there. You see a hand appear behind you and an accentuated voice that says, “I’ll take that Sir” taking your partners jacket as he continued talking.

You look back to the single table, but he was gone, and a look of disappointment falls across your face. Then the accentuated voice to your side says, “Can I take your shawl Miss?”

“Yes please.” You say distantly as you reach up to remove it without even looking at the man asking you.

“No please, let me get it,” he says.

You look at the man as he reaches around you to remove the shawl from your shoulders, “Oh my, it’s him!!” she realize.

He moves closer to you and you feel his strong hands gently take the shawl from your shoulders, all the while looking into your eyes. Up close, his eyes seemed completely black, as if he had huge pupils with no iris, placed against a brilliant white background.

They’re smiling again, seductively, making you feel like he’s removing more than just the shawl from your shoulders. He was so close to you as he removes the shawl that you can feel his hot breath against your bare neck. You feel your whole body flush and become hot, as a cool breeze from the air-conditioning blow across your back and shoulders.

You just can not tear your gaze from his eyes and you can swear you hear him say as he removes the shawl, “Beautiful dress, very sexy, mmmmm.”

You don’t see his lips move though, in fact you realize that you have no idea what he looks like, just his eyes that scans you from head to toe, making you feel completely naked, as if he has just undressed you. He took the shawl away to hang it up, gently brushing against your extremely hard and sensitive nipples as he went.

Then he moves out of her line of sight as you remain fixed in the same spot motionless. You stare ahead blankly, seeing nothing and still feeling naked as you become aware of your aching nipples and the wetness that have developed in your panties.

“Are you feeling alright Miss?” The voice of the waiter jolts you back to reality, “Your table is this way Miss.”

You follow the waiter to the table where you see that your partner is already sitting; still talking to the man he met at the front desk. You sit on the chair that is held out for you by the waiter and realize that your partner and his friend haven’t even noticed you. You turn to see if the man has returned to his table. You see nobody there, and the table freshly set.

Disappointed and a little frustrated, you turn back to try and look interested in the conversation at your own table. Your partner looks at you as if he has just realized you are with him, smiles awkwardly and says, “Babe, can I talk to you privately for a moment please?”

He gets up and takes your hand, excuses himself to the other man and leads you over to the phones. Angrily you say to him, “Thanks for the introduction, the recognition, when are “we” going to start our dinner?”

He looks excited as he says, “Look babe, this is huge. I heard this guy was going to be here and it’s paid off!”

“So we’re here because you hoped to see him, not for a romantic dinner?”

“Well no, I mean you see…”

“Fuck you and fuck him. I thought this dinner was for us! I went to a lot of trouble to get this outfit for tonight, and you don’t even care!!!” You look away, tears welling in your eyes, and there he is again. You watch as he walks across the room and enters the door to the rest rooms.

“I’m sorry babe; I promise I’ll make it up to you”.

“You sure will!” you say. “But right now I need some time to clean up and get myself together. You go get rich and blow your client, I’ll come back later. Order something nice and expensive for me for when I return.”

“Um, ok babe, thank you so much, I’ll introduce you when you get back ok.”

“Gee thanks…” you say as you head for the door to the rest rooms you saw him go through earlier.

You hold your breath as you push the door open, and then let it out with a sigh of disappointment as you enter the small and empty furnished foyer to the rest rooms. You expect, hope to find him there, but he isn’t.

You see three doors there, the men’s, the ladies and the mother’s room. You hear a noise from the mother’s room and see the engaged sign on the lock move to vacant. You stand there still, watching the door, but nothing happens.

Tentatively you push the door open, “Hello, everything ok? Anybody here.” There’s no answer, ‘nobody here, oh well, I’ll clean up now,’ you tell your self.

You lock the door out of habit and go to the mirror counter where you open your purse onto the counter. You clean the tear smudged makeup from your face with the wipes, then splash your face with water to freshen it. You try to turn the hot water on as well, to soak the flannel for your face, but it won’t budge. Using all your strength and both hands, you lean over the sink to try and force the tap. Suddenly it gives, sending a torrent of water in and out of the sink

“DAMMIT! MY NEW DRESS!!”

You know you can’t leave it wet and see the nappy drier in the corner. You decide to hang your dress there so the warm air in it can dry your dress. You slide the tiny straps over your shoulders and allow the dress to drop to your hips. Then you slip it over your long legs and hang it up. You look into the large mirror and see yourself in the “special” lingerie you had bought and worn for tonight. You think of how your little black dress had barely covered it up, how your partner hadn’t even noticed it, yet HE had…

“Just imagine if he’d seen the rest of the package under the dress,” you think. Your hair is tied up, with carefully placed sexy wisps of hair that hang over your face. Your long slender neck, decorated with a thin golden chain with a locket at the front, hanging in between your cleavage… mmmmm.

You’re wearing a small push up bra that doesn’t even cover your nipples. The soft material of the dress had constantly caressed them with your every move, making them even more hard and sensitive when “he” brushed across them. They’re so hard now as you think of “him” and those sexy eyes. You close your eyes and wash your face with the hot flannel, keeping them closed as you slide it down your neck and then further to your breasts.

You gently rub the flannel across your breasts, over your sensitive nipples, as you imagine it’s his tongue. One hand slides down your stomach, over the thin chain that rests on your hips, past the diamond naval stud and on to the soaked panty that barely covers your hot shaved pussy.

Your fingers slip under the band and push down along your soft lips.

You gasp when you feel just how wet you already are. Your fingers slip between the wet lips and you slowly move them up and down, all the while imagining it’s him doing it. Your fingers slide around your sopping pussy, dipping into your wet hole, and then moving up to circle your throbbing clit.

Your knees get weak as you caress your nipples with one hand, while stimulating your clit with the other. You turn around to lean on the counter to maintain your balance. Your movements become more urgent now as you imagine it’s his fingers, not yours, that are tweaking your nipples; his fingers that are rubbing your clit and sliding down into your wet pussy.

“Oh God… Oh God…” you feel your pussy tighten around your fingers; your cum juices flowing over them. “Yessssssss…” Then you feel his soft lips on yours, his tongue gently probing your mouth. It feels so real that you open your eyes and…………………………..

“Oh my God, there “he” is!” He was there all the time, watching you, MY GOD!!

Without a word, his hand moves to your pussy to replace your own. You feel his thick hard fingers sliding along your wet lips, up and down lubricating them. Your hands reach behind his head, pulling him to you as you uncontrollably bite on his bottom lip. His thick wet fingers slide inside you, causing you to push against them. You rock against his hand and his fingers slide in up to the hilt… so deep in, then out, almost all the way, sliding over your clit, then in again.

You pull his face down to your breasts and feel his tongue swirl around them, then his mouth as he sucks on your nipple and flicks it with his tongue. He pushes his tongue flat against your nipple and he slides it back and forth across it. He moves down onto his knees, licking you all the way down. “Oh God yes…!”

He reaches down to slide your panty down your hips and legs, as his mouth reaches your pussy, his thick fingers still stroking inside you. You feel his tongue push hard against you, parting your lips more, sliding across your clit.

“Oh…Oh…Oh… Oh my Go…, I’m gonna… unnnnghhhhh!!” It starts with an explosion in your pussy, followed by aftershocks that ripple out from there to the rest of your body.

“Oh God, I want you so bad. I want you inside me pleeeease!!”

Slowly he stands up and you frantically reach for his belt, fumbling around until you manage to pull the whole thing off. You can’t manage the clip, so he undoes it as you tug on his zip and try to push his trousers down over his hips. He pushes your hands away and pulls them down with his boxers.

He stands up and you see his beautiful cock, pointing out in front of him long and hard and nice and thick. He lifts you up so you sit on the counter and you lean back against the wall. You rest your heels on the bench and reach down to hold yourself open for him. You see a bead of pre-cum seeping from the eye of his cock as he brings it to you. Teasing, he slides the head around your pussy mixing your juices with his pre-cum.

He speaks at last, “Your pussy is so hot, so wet, mmmmmm, so nice…” he says as you feel the head push against your opening, then easily sliding inside you. He stops there as your pussy contracts around his fat knob. He pushes further and you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate his thickness and you can feel every vein as he slowly slides it half way in and out of you.

“Mmmmmm, so wet, so tight, so smooth…”

“Oh yes my pussy’s tight for your thick cock, so hot…”

You savour the sensation of his thick cock with its fat head as it slides in and out of you. You instinctively start to tease and play with your own nipples, pulling at them on each of his strokes, but you want more. You stretch your legs out to his sides as he pumps, and then bring your legs back around him, resting your heels on his ass as he slides out. Then you cross your legs behind his back and pull him to you with all your might as he pushes in again. You feel the last few inches slide inside you, his thick cock now buried in you to the hilt. His thickness filling you, stretching you, the fat head so deep inside you, your next climax is instantaneous, your pussy spasming on his thick cock.

“OH FUCK!!” you scream as the intense orgasm rips through you. Your arms stretch out, then reach behind him and slap down on his arse, your nails digging in. “Mmmmm, you’re so hot, I love your tight pussy, so soft, so wet, I could fuck you forever.”

“Oh God yes, love my pussy, fuck me with your beautiful thick cock, ohhhhh.”

“Oh my, you’re so beautiful riding my cock; push that pussy down harder, I want to be so deep inside you.” “Oh God YESSSS…!” You push harder and feel his balls slap against you as he thrusts harder, faster, and pounding into you.

“Oh yeah…” he says as you feel him begin to swell even more. He pushes hard, grinding into you; you feel the head of his cock at the back of your pussy, rubbing against your most sensitive parts until he finds the one, the one that sends you over the edge. You feel his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“OH YES, OH YES, CUM WITH ME, CUM WITH ME, OH GOD, YES NOW, I’M CUMMMMMMING…!”

You feel him explode inside you, the first powerful jet squirts deep as your orgasm hits, then another jet, keeping you there, shuddering as your pussy grips him, and milking every bit out of him. Another and another jet squirts deep inside you, so much filling you until you feel it seep out as he pumps into you.

“Oh my God again…!” you call out as another orgasm hits you. His cock twitches as his last jet of cum squirts into you and you hold him tight. After a few moments he slides his semi hard cock out of you and passes you a towel. Then he passes you your warm dry dress, pulls on his trousers, kisses you and leaves.

You sit there a little while longer to recover, and then stand up on unsteady legs to clean up and get dressed. You wash yourself with the hot flannel and re-do your makeup. You can find everything but her panty, he must have taken it as a souvenir, but you can cope with that.

Clean and fresh now, except for a slight stickiness between your legs that you choose to keep, you return from the rest room. “They’ll wonder where I’ve been, I’ve been gone so long.” you thinks as you makes her way back. You see your partner with the other man, shaking hands and holding his shoulder with the other hand.

“Ahem!!” you say.

“There you are babe. You ok? You look a little flustered.”

“I’m ok, I…”

“Good, guess what? I signed the deal with this fine gentleman.”

He didn’t even want to hear your reply, didn’t order for you, and didn’t even know you were gone. THE PRICK!

“Anyway babe, I gotta go with Mr. Desai to finalize this.”

“Oh really?”

“But don’t worry I have a treat for you. My friend, who arranged this meeting and who owns this place, is happy to give you anything you want here. Then he’ll have his driver take you home. Here he comes now, Ramesh, thank you so much.”

You don’t even turn around to look at this Ramesh you are to have dinner with, you’re so pissed off. Your partner kisses you on the cheek, “Thanks so much babe, I’ll make it up to you. Thanks Ramesh, whatever she wants right!”

“Yes, whatever the lady wants I’ll give her.” you hear “him” say. You freeze on the spot as your partner leaves. Slowly you turn around and there “he” is, Ramesh. He stands there smiling, wearing a beautiful suit with a pocket handkerchief that looks like the same material as your missing panty.

“Take a seat Miss I’ll give you whatever you want. I am at your service for the whole night.”

You blush…..happily….in anticipation?

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