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tonight's show, And stared across the empty table. Another dinner date,
another let down. It would be nice if, for once
the napkin had actually been used, or perhaps a text
to let her know why she had put up with
this for three years. But tonight was the end and
ryan were done. She had had enough. It was that simple.
Raising her hand. The waiter appeared at her table. It
was hardly as if he was rushed off his feet.
Anne was the only one left in the restaurant, and
she suspected it was way past closing time, So his amaze,
the waiter was still serving her. Of course, she thought
to herself. She might convince herself it was her charm
and naturally devastating looks if she didn't have a boyfriend
that eternally stood her up. A bottle of wine, please,
she said, trying to sound confident. The waiter smiled warmly.
Any particular one, he asked, you choose, she said, managing
a smile. You look like a man who would know
a good wine. He bows, his eyes, never leaving Anne's
Something in those sparkling blue eyes had an empathy, as
if he could see straight into her heart and knew
exactly what she was feeling. Not to mention that the
intensity of that sky blues gaze was hot as fuck.
Something about his look made her body tremble with a
lustful need and forget all about Ryan. Watching him walk
through into the kitchen, Damn, his ass looked good in
those black pants. Every step he took she could see
the muscular contours of his ass through the material. Her
gaze had refused to move when he returned, and before
she knew it, her eyes were transfixed on the prominent
bulge in his pants, her mind drifting to the throbbing
mass of pleasure that must be just a short distance away.
Damn if she couldn't imagine his firm and throbbing cock
just inches from her mouth, desperate to fill her slipping
his zipper down. He needed to satisfy this burning ache.
She was aware he was talking, he must be. His
mouth was moving, but she didn't hear a single word.
Her brain was still fumbling with his zipper in her
erotic daydream, Realizing she was licking her lips. She shook
her head, Sorry, she muttered. The Bordeaux it is a
very friendly wine with a deep passion just beneath the surface.
I'm sure it will be perfect for you, he said,
pouring her a glass. Will you join me, Anne ventured,
suddenly feeling brave. You don't seem to have any customers
left apart from me. If any come in, you can
always stand up. There won't be any more customers to night.
We closed an hour ago, he said, with a wide grin. Oh,
I'm sorry, I should go. You can close up then.
I wouldn't want you to get in trouble with your bosses,
Anne said, hurriedly, standing to leave. The waiter put his
hand firmly on hers and looked her straight into the
eyes before saying, I won't get into trouble. I owned
the restaurant, His chest inflated with pride as he continued,
and I kept it open for you. This is the
third time you've been here, and I've yet to see
you eat tonight. You will eat, the tone in his voice,
affording no discussion or argument, and could only say oh,
as she sat back down. What would you like to eat?
He asked, passing Anne amennu, a mischievous smile erupting on
his lips, his eyes sparkling. Is the chef still here,
Anne asked as she looked through the menu. Nope, but
it said, I can actually cook. His teeth flashed white
as that beautifully warm smile dawned over his lips again.
My name is Marco, by the way, and I will
be your attentive waiter for this evening. So the Marco's
above the door, that's you, she asked, while looking at
the menu, the very same he said, I'll start with
the asparagus, Anne said, looking up into his eyes and
smiling warmly. With another theatrical bow, Marco turned and left,
vanishing into the kitchen. Within just a few minutes, he
returned a plate of steaming asparagus in one hand a
dish of butter in the other, placing them on the
table in front of Anne. He stepped back. Thank you,
Anne said, as she placed her napkin and picked up
the cutlery. Why don't you join me? Marco smiled, saying
you know, I think I might, But first you need
a napkin, and looked down confused. Her napkin was exactly
where she had placed it. When he returned, Marco moved
around her, reaching down and lifting her napkin and gently
wrapping it around her head, securing her eyes shut. With
her sight darkened, every other sense was electrified as Marco
leaned down next to her, his cologne suddenly embracing her,
the sensation of his moist lips so close, the warmth
of his breath as he opened his mouth to speak,
and then the warm caress of his voice that fondled
her body in such an intense way. The promise of
pleasure that dripped from every word suddenly took Anne to
a completely new pace. Suddenly she felt immersed in her
most erotic, private fantasy. Let me show you, Anne could
only quietly whimp her as desire flooded her body. She
wasn't quite sure where this was going to go, but
it it seemed sexy and fun. She was a little
shocked to feel the caress of the asparagus tip between
her lips, its gentle heat pushing along her lips, taunting her,
sliding it slowly into her mouth. Her tongue tasted at
it hungrily, wantonly the explosion of taste of the melting
butter oozing over her lips and dripping down her chin,
the sensation accentuated by the delicious heat that now throbbed
in her mouth. As Marco gently thrust the shaft of
the asparagus slowly and deliberately between Anne's lips, she could
feel its tip teating at the back of her throat,
the sensation of melted warm butter, with all its delicious creaminess,
sliding down her throat, and gasped in disappointment as Marco
slid the asparagus out of her mouth. She could just
hear the gentle sounds as Marco savored it. There was
something delightfully hungry about the way he consumed the asparagus.
The scent of the butter hung heavily on his breath
as his lips brushed over hers. The hint of saltiness
was still on his tongue as he kissed her deeply,
the beautiful warmth of the butter moving between them, dribbling
down Anne's chin. Marco's fingers slid between the buttons of
her shirt, exposing her breast to the cool air of
the restaurant, forcing a gentle moan to escape her lips.
Anne hadn't noticed how erect her nipples were beneath the
lace of her bra, but with the air moving over them,
even through the soft lace, that bite of air tightened
them painfully. The caress of Marco's stubbled lips moved over
Anne's neck, warm butter, tracing a sensuous line over the
curve of her breast. Marco's lips following that line with
firm caresses of his tongue, licking at her soft flesh,
sending vibrations up and down her body. His fingers slid
slowly along the strap of her braw, easing it over
her shoulder, slowly exposing her breast to the air, to
the warm butter, to his sinful lips. Excruciatingly slowly, Marco
finally slid the lace over AND's the rec nipple. Her
fingers dug into the chair as the very tip of
his tongue caressed around her knub, stroking it, licking it,
taunting it, sending a fire ball of passion burning through
her As Marco dragged his teeth slowly along it. The
pleasure became intolerable, and tried to suppress the scream of
pleasure that echoed through her fingers, let go of the
seat and ran through Marco's hair, pulling him hard against
her breast in the hope of deeper pleasure. With a
gentle kiss, he left her breast his mouth, kissing her
neck gently before whispering, I'll get your main course. He
should be ready now. Anne couldn't stop the clutching on
her pussy at the anticipation of what might be next,
biting her lips to contain her excitement. The familiar ache
was already burning between her thighs, the sensation only intensified
by being left alone with her body so needy for satisfaction.
The sound of Marco's returning did nothing to release the excitement,
and the fragrance of warm chocolate hung in the air.
That enough was enough to take a girl to the
very edge, but underneath was an array of other salacious sense.
Marco tipped her chair slightly and turned it, moving Anne's
slow lightly away from the table. She could feel him
moving in front of her, his hands lifting her skirt
above her thighs before his firm chest pressed against her
reck nipples. As he slid between her thighs, Anne felt
an urge to push back against him, to feel his
body pressing hard at amount as he slid down onto
his knees. Anne could not resist pushing her pussy against
his stomach, just for that sensation, a bit pressing against
her growingneed gently, he kissed back down her breasts, his
tongue playfully dancing around her nipple, tormenting her desire with slow,
long movements that just calls the ache between her thighs
to grow. Trying to move her thighs around him, Marco
resisted her attempts skillfully. Anne's head dropped back over the
chair as his fingers dragged along her firm nipple, confirming
the kneed that tormented her thighs with warm, wet juices.
Her clip throbbed painfully with the need for this man's attention,
the burning heat of her desire for his touch scorching
the inside of her panties. As his lips left her
nipple wanton and hard, The first hot trips of liquid
sent a sensuisting of pleasure ricocheting through her body. Her
feet pushed hard at the ground as the urge of
desire forced its path through her thighs. Marco sucked at
the chocolate covered nipples hungrily, The thick heat just added
to the wildfire that already burned inside. The warm caress
slid over her breasts, followed by Marco's tantalizing, biting kisses,
sending bolts of electricity through Anne's body. His lips drifted
away from her breasts again every time he left them.
The kneed just grew, the desire spread throughout her body.
Although she could feel his head just an inch from
her nipples, he didn't seem to move for a moment,
as if he were just admiring her breast fuck and cried.
As a sharp edge of an ice cube pressed along
her nipple, That sensation of cold shot through her, tormenting
every cell of her body with lustful desire. Her nipples
swirled painfully against the shock of the cold, the whirlwind
of pleasure becoming a tornado encompassing all that she was.
Her back arched into the shock as another drop of
the hot, melting chocolate covered her nipples, the contrast of
heat and cold forcing her nipple even harder, so swollen,
and didn't know how it wouldn't burst. The very next
caress of his tongue as it circled her nipple, tormenting
her with her own pleasure, her own need. Her body arched,
pressing her nipple deeper into his mouth, willing him to
bite to accentuate the needs inside, and when his teeth
secured along her nipple, sucking it hard, every movement of
his teeth sending intense wave of pleasure straight to a
core her c lip ached to be touched, to be tormented. Desperately,
Anne pushed her pelvis against Marco, trying to feel the
plane of his stomach, rippling against a pussy, rubbing herself
up and down, feeling his muscles teasing at her clit.
The sudden burning caress of chocolate seared down her stomach,
forcing her whole body to clench with need, The sensations
of his lips chasing that chocolate down to the waistband
of her panties, his tongue teasing at her skin, sucking it,
nibbling it. The contrast with the heat of the chocolate
driving Anne wild as she lifted her pelvis towards his face,
needing to feel those beautiful lips tasting her, his strong
tongue caressing her folds. She could feel it all ready,
his lips caressing the top of her panties, his tongue
exploring just inside. His breath seemed to caress all the
way between her thighs, teasing at her clit. His lips
kissed over her pussy, even through the soft material of
her panties. His breath teased at her. The softness of
his lips pressed firmly against hers. His tongue licked with
broad strokes along her panties, that firm pressure taunting her,
before sliding back along the edge of the material, teasing
just inside, temptingly close to her desire. He pressed further,
his fingers, sliding her panties to one side as his
tongue explored between her folds. As Anne focused on the
sensation spreading, as his tongue moved higher and higher, upper pussy, exploring,
thrusting gently, The feeling of the firm tip of his
hot tongue caressing around a clit sent a new wave
of pleasure over Ann's body. She tensed with anticipation, waiting
for that firm caress, kneading his lips, his tongue, his teeth.
Without warning, a drop of ice cold water exploded over
her clip, followed by a wave of ice cold sensations.
As Marco traced an ice cube tenderly over her pussy, Slowly,
the ice cube melted on his tongue, and as it melted,
he began furiously licking at her clip, the stark contrast
of cold and hot, sending a wave after wave of
pleasure moving through her body. She could fill, her body
clutching with the oncoming orgasm, a pussy throbbing wildly with
the waves of pleasure moving through her, and cried out
in frustration as he suddenly stopped her pussy, clutching at
the empty air her kneed. Frustrated beyond belief, Marco eased
her thighs apart and brought his hand down firmly along
her clip, sending wild pulses of pleasure shuddering through Anne's body,
writhing in the perfect cocktail of pleasure and pain, and
twisted underneath his touch. As a shock of his vicious
caress subsided, a warm glow invaded every part of her body,
followed by a new sensation, a tingle that seemed to
just resonate through every cell as she became aware of
something warm and sticky on her pussy, Not sticky like honey,
but thick and warm. Like a thick butter. Suddenly his
lips were over her pussy again, sucking on the thick butter,
his tongue plowing over it with long, deep movements, sucking it,
his teeth biting it, her whole pussy throbbing with the
pleasure moving through her. Her legs pushed over his shoulders,
pulling his face tightly against her as he hungrily ate
at her tasty every inch between her thighs. With animalistic need,
his mouth explored her, the low growl of passion vibrating
between Anne's sighs. Her fingers clutched wildly at his hair,
tightening as her body stretched with the onslaughter pleasure. She
pushed her throbbing pussy hard against her lips as her
orgasm exploded through her. She was still pulsing as he
lifted her from her seat and then bent her over
the table, her skirt pushed high over her back. Marko
pressed his throbbing cock firmly into her still pulsing pussy,
her wet lips sucking at him as he thrust in
and out, her cow clutching at him as her orgasm
continued to grow relentlessly, he pressed deep into her his
cock pushing along the walls of her pussy, massaging her
in such an intense way. She grasped hard onto the table,
moaning louder and louder as he plowed harder and harder
into her, his hands grasping at her hips as he
fucked deep and hard into that wet pussy of hers,
his cock swelling inside, filling her. His palm spanked hard
on her ass as he continued to pound her mercilessly.
Her orgasm just continued growing, though sensation spiraling. His low
growl grew as his body tightened against her, the resonance
of his growl vibrating through his cock and finding its
way deep inside Anne's core, accelerating the sensations moving through her.
As she felt his final thrust, the one that took
him over the edge. As she felt his cock erupt
inside her, filling her with streams of his heart come,
her body exploded again, her orgasm spreading from head to
toe as she cried his name. It took long minutes
for the pleasure to subside, Marco staying inside her, his
hard cock still pulsing with pleasure. Anne's pussy massaged him,
draining every drop of his satisfaction as a warm glow
of lust veiled their whole bodies as their breathing slowed
for the beating of their hearts in perfect time. Marco whispered,
so would you like a regular table an? Only if
the food is always as good? She replied, that's the date.
Then Marco moaned as his cock pulse the last of
his come into Anne's trembling pussy. So I hope you
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