Sylvia rang the doorbell of Jason's condo and waited. This was going to be interesting. After a few dates at Clancy's, and then a date that was kicked up a major notch at Pacino's, Jason had offered to cook dinner for her himself. She had no idea what to expect, but she knew from experience that when a bachelor offers to cook a woman dinner, he generally prides himself on his cooking and knows how to provide something a cut above Kraft Dinner.
Jason answered the door with a big smile on his face. Sylvia trusted that Jason would warn her if he intended to tie her up and cut her clothes off again, so she had gone all-out on her wardrobe once more. He paused to run his eyes up and down her electric-blue dress with another of the plunging wouldn't-you-like-to-grab-these necklines that always made his penis twitch. This one was set off by a pair of dangly diamond earrings and a small diamond solitaire strategically positioned just above her breasts. Jason had an eye for jewelry, and although he couldn't be sure without a close inspection with a jeweler's loupe, he strongly suspected that they were real.
He would have been right. They were a gift from a former lover, who lavished expensive gifts on Sylvia in order to encourage the behaviour he wanted. It worked for him, too, until it didn't. He started pushing their kinky sex far past her boundaries, and after the night he tied and gagged her and then used a cane on her bare ass to make welts that took weeks to heal, there was no amount of expensive jewellery that would get him another date. He was lucky that he didn't have to go to emergency to get his gifts removed from his ass.
After Jason had admired her for a few long seconds, he backed away to make room and said, "Sylvia, you look absolutely wonderful. Come in!" He flicked the door closed, put his arms around her and pulled her in for a long, lingering, smoky-hot kiss. He could feel her nipples, hard as little diamonds themselves, pressing against his chest, and she felt the pressure of his growing erection against her thigh.
Eventually they broke the kiss and came up for air. Sylvia inhaled the delicious scent of frying bacon and asked, "Are we having bacon for dinner?"
"Not exactly. That's for me to crumble on the Caesar salad. I know you love pasta, so we're having veal-stuffed cannelloni. I have a fancy-ass pasta maker that makes cannelloni tubes, among other shapes, and I think they're way better than the ones you buy ready-made. And I know a butcher that still sells veal. It's almost impossible to get in grocery stores these days - I think people just aren't willing to pay what they have to charge for it now. But there's nothing better in terms of meat."
"Aren't they horrible to the calves to come up with super-tender veal?"
"That's European white veal. You're right, they pen the poor things up so they can't get any exercise and the meat stays white. This is Alberta red veal. The little guys get to move around until they're whacked for their meat. Yes, they're killed young, but until then they have as good an existence as any farm animal is likely to get. Frankly, I think it has more flavour than white veal, but it's still far more tender and delicate than beef."
"OK, I'm sold. It sounds and smells divine. But how do you get the veal inside those little tubes?"
"Trade secret. But you know me. I'm pretty good at squeezing things into tight places."
Sylvia winced at the crude inuendo, but she had to admit that he was right about what he could fit into tight places. And, just like her mouth, which was watering at the thought of veal cannelloni, another of her tight places was moistening at the thought of what they might be having for dessert.
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Sylvia put down her fork and sighed a contented sigh. "Jason, that was absolutely divine."
"Did you have enough? I deliberately served modest portions so we won't be too full and bloated later."
"It was perfect. Most restaurants serve you way too much, especially pasta, and you're right, too much food makes it hard to enjoy any after-dinner activities."
"Speaking of which - all evening I've been dying to see what's inside that gorgeous dress. Not that I don't know, but I always love it when you show me again."
Sylvia's smile broadened. She pushed her chair back from the table, leaned forward slightly, reached behind her back, and pulled the zipper of her dress down. As the fabric relaxed, the V-neck that had precariously held her breasts in place gave up and let them slip out.
She usually wore a bra, but tonight, she couldn't figure out how to wear one without messing up the effect of the dress's neckline, and since they wouldn't be out in public, she had decided to try without. It turned out to be a good decision. Her breasts weren't exactly small - the small end of C-cup - but they weren't huge, and they were firm and sat high on her chest without sag. A bra would have prevented them from jiggling and kept her nipples from making little bumps through the fabric of her dress, but frankly, she wanted to tease Jason with both of those effects. Also, she had found that the feeling of fabric rubbing gently on her bare nipples whenever she moved was subtly erotic.
The effect certainly worked. Jason had had a hard time keeping his eyes off her tits the whole meal, and now she was happy to show him the full glory of what he had been craving. She shimmied her shoulders a bit to make her tits wiggle invitingly, then stood up to let the dress slide to the floor at her feet.
Once she had decided to forego the bra, she had decided to forego panties too. She usually liked the sensation of undressing, or being undressed, one piece of clothing at a time. But this time, she revelled in the sensation of revealing her entire body from head to toe in one seductive motion.
She held her pose across the table from Jason, standing with her feet slightly apart to emphasize the ample pussy that peeked from between her legs. The expression on Jason's face as she was suddenly revealed was priceless. She thought he might be about to cum in his pants as he gazed admiringly at her toned body wearing nothing but the diamond that sparkled on her chest just above the valley between her breasts.
"I take it you like what you see," she teased. She took her right hand and pressed it against her mons, sliding a finger between her labia and rubbing it slowly against her clit, already engorged with desire. Just in case Jason wasn't already melting with need, she put her left hand on her right breast, pinched her nipple gently, and rolled it between finger and thumb.
"Oh shit, Sylvia, you know I like what I see. But I'd like to feel what I see too. How about you get down here and help me out with this?" He pushed his own chair back from the table, unzipped his pants and undid his belt, and released an obviously aching hard-on.
Sylia dropped to her hands and knees and crawled under the table, leaving her electric blue dress behind. She arrived at Jason's chair, flipped the tablecloth up to cover his lap, and brought her lips down around the tip of his eager penis.
She wondered what it would be like to do this in a public restaurant. She had read about plenty of under-table blow jobs on Literotica and other smutty sites that she masturbated to between sex-filled weekends, but she really couldn't imagine it being as simple as it was as made out to be. Even though the tablecloth more or less hid what she was doing, she knew that her head was making a bulge that anyone could extrapolate into clandestine sex. And as she started to bob on Jason's cock, she knew that the tablecloth must be also bobbing suggestively, and that the gasps he was making would make it utterly clear what was going on under it. She decided to relegate the idea to the realm of fantasy - hugely erotic fantasy though it was - and avoid the arrest for public indecency.
Right now, though, she didn't have to worry. She could just enjoy the feel of the cock in her mouth as she took it a little further in with each bob. Soon it was all the way down her throat and his balls were gently banging against her chin with each bob. He was thrusting back to meet her, and she revelled in the way he filled her throat. His firm crown slid up and down and massaged her throat, and she dug her tongue into his cockhole every time she pulled back to snatch a breath. She felt her breasts rocking back and forth on her chest, a sensation that added to the incredibly erotic feelings that blowing Jason always aroused in her. It wasn't long before he pulled out of her throat, gave a few more thrusts against her agile tongue, and began to pump hot semen into her mouth.
As his spurts gradually subsided, she kept her lips sealed around his softening cock as he shuddered through blissful aftershocks. Then she swallowed and, once her mouth was empty, worked her tongue around his tip to clean off all the residual cum. She was glad that Jason wasn't one of those men - probably influenced by too much porn - who like to pump cum all over their partner's face, breasts, or other parts. That makes sense in porn, since viewers need a good view of the cum shot, but in reality, it's just messy and unsatisfying.
Sylvia was a little puzzled. Jason didn't usually let himself cum from a warm-up blow job, wanting to save his load for a later fuck when he had her securely tied up to feed his dom fantasies. But who cared? If he wanted to cum in her mouth right away, who was she to question? She figured that he had a plan - Jason always seemed to have a plan, and she loved him for it, since his plans always seemed to involve showing her another new way to have ecstatic pleasure.
