The softly flickering candles illuminated the sedate restaurant interior, setting the stage for Rob and Olivia's romantic anniversary dinner. Patrons who observed the couple, would see a lovely woman sitting across from an older gentleman, maybe her father, her delicate hands gently placed on her lap, a picture of femininity. She was finely attired in a form-fitting red dress which hugged her curves and gave her ample cleavage, suggesting the man was not a relative. A single sparkling diamond hung between her breasts, catching the light as she moved. Rob was seated tall and erect in his tailored suit, crisp white shirt, and blue paisley tie. Their looks were intense, a clear display of love for one another but true to form, Olivia also had a small smirk.
The couple's interior desires were in stark contrast with the refined scene within the restaurant. The patrons were oblivious to the battle of passions raging between the couple, she, wanting to publicly demonstrate their lust and he, tried to maintain dignified composure for the extent of their arranged evening. Olivia fidgeted with the napkin, while Rob was now deep in conversation with the sommelier, his eyes gleaming with excitement, discussing the merits of a Cabernet Sauvignon or Beaujolais. She imagined the patron's reaction, if they succumbed to their desires publicly. The act was thrilling to contemplate and Olivia allowed her mind the license to conjure the most scandalous scene, where Rob ravished her on the very table where they sat.
She was totally naked of course, spread eagle almost assuredly, propped on her elbows while Rob's hand mauling one of her large tits. Rob pants were around his ankles, using her boob for leverage and standing askew, to allow onlookers a clear unobstructed view of his cock bulldozing it way, in and out of Olivia's sodden pussy. The onlookers would hear the unmistakable thwacking sound of the two lovers bodies colliding. Olivia pussy leaked copiously, creating a growing stain on the pristine white tablecloth, saturation with her juices. A wicked smirk emerged, and Olivia wondered if the diners would find their licentious display shocking, or would they be secretly envious? The thought intriguing her and she couldn't wait for the rest of the evening to unfold.
"How would she ever get through this meal," she thought? And then her coital fever passed.
The couple sat smiling, looking into each other's eyes, politely engaging, experiencing love and adoration for each another. The clink of their glasses and the curl of their lips was a symphony, a language of their own that conveyed an unspoken understanding between them. In the dimly lit restaurant, they shared the intimacy of a meal as if it were an act of worship and in a way it was an offering of adoration from Rob to Olivia.
Each course was carefully savored, punctuated by moments of shared laughter and thoughtful observations. The oysters, with their briny liquor and tangy sauce, elicited satisfaction from each of them while they sipped from their cocktails. The main course, a succulent meat dish with a complex sauce seemingly bursting with flavors, was another triumph.
But it was the dessert that truly stole their hearts. Creamy fruit gelato topped with plump, ripe raspberries and a tart raspberry drizzle in delicate crystal glasses was a feast for their palate and the senses. Savored the spoonfuls, they locked eyes, silently communicating their appreciation for each other this evening.
It was a meal that transcended mere sustenance because it celebrated their love and companionship. Leaving the restaurant, hand in hand, they both knew this would be a memory they would cherish. They motored back to Olivia's condo to cuddled and watch their favorite streaming series before retiring for the night. Tonight they were content with a break, despite the earlier lurid thoughts. The evening was a grand success, filled with delightful food and a deep sense of contentment.
In the morning Olivia turned over to watch Rob who peacefully slept beside her. His gray hair was mussed and his hands were folded lightly across his chest. She noticed it thinning a bit on the top but thought best not to raise the observation.
"Such a handsome man," she thought. "Even first thing in the morning."
They had retired unclothed the night previous, as they often did. She remembered a reference to a "naked hug" during their conversation and was eager to understand it better. As she thought back on her time with Rob, she realized that she no longer saw their age difference as a challenge. The playful nickname "Uncle" had been dropped from her vocabulary as things between them grew ever more serious. What was once a joke, now seemed insignificant in the face of their unexpected love.
Rob had loads of energy and never discussed the typical topics of older people's complaints, like their pains, technology or the worst one wanting to use exact change. Rob had healthy eating habits, exercised and was conversant on many topics. Best, he made her feel safe and sex was always easy between them. It's not that he had an over active sexual libido but he was there when ever Olivia had the desire, and Olivia had the desire a lot. His own desires and interests mesh well with hers, consequently, they was lots of reasons to get naked and it was not lost on Olivia, that wearing clothes was unusual. Olivia even loved Rob's flaccid cock. It was quite appealing, nestled perfectly between his legs, the sight was enough to make her heart race. While his size was not overly large it was bigger than any other guys when it was hard. She had never experience another guy that did this but his entire package, including his scrotum would bounce side to side slapping each leg. His cock and ball sack sounded against each leg and she wondered why it didn't hurt to have his balls repeatedly hit his legs. She sometimes got lost in thought, imagining herself taking his whole cock down her throat, like a snake moving in concertina movement. In its soft state, he measured five and a half inches but when fully aroused he grew to eight wonderful inches of perfectly straight manhood. The smoothness of his skin and lack of any prominent veins along his length was capped with a distinctive mushroom head. It was a beautiful cock.
Olivia enjoyed practicing her oral skills so she could effortlessly take him into her throat in one motion. It was a secret pleasure that most woman never thought needed practice, but for Olivia, the ease at which she took him into her mouth was important. She could only imagine she might feel if Rob hesitated or recoiled each time he went down on her. She never wanted him to think she didn't want his cock. She loved fellatio. With other boyfriends it was a means of control. She needed complete control during fellatio. If a man push her head down to suck his cock or forced the blowjob, in any way, it would be over in seconds and never given again. For a man like Rob, who let it happen, he was rewarded with a sloppy, deep throat.
Rob was a different kind of guy. He never asked. He never pushed her to do something she didn't want. He never expected her to suck his cock but happily gave oral and made sure she orgasms with no expectation of reciprocation. When she sucked him, he made sure to warn her when he would cum so she could choose to pull off. Sometimes she did when she wanted his cum on her tits or face but she always wanted his cum. Consequently, she loved blowing Rob and was eager for his cum in her mouth, or other places on her body. The smoothness of his erect cock was velvet in her mouth, just like it belonged there. The shape was just what she loved and it was the prize of her chin pressed against his balls on the deepest stroke she relished.
"Olivia, what ever you chose, I know I'll enjoy. You decide." It was a quality she found very appealing. He could handle himself in any sexual situation. Their evening with Ellen was a case in point. He was in total control of the sex yet the perfect gentleman and made Ellen feel like she was the only woman in the room.
Rob stirred while she lay on her side observing him, her big tits lay stacked one a top the other. It never occurred for her to cover up because she wanted him to see her. Olivia waited patiently for Rob to wake up. She'd give him 5 more minutes and then "accidentally" poke him, she thought. Two minutes passed and she couldn't wait any longer. She nudged him, whispering.
"Rob...Rob."
