Black Rolls Royce turned a lot of heads in his old neighborhood. The odd Ferrari or Mercedes during the week was normal, they had no clue where he went on the weekends. "Where are you taking me?" Chauffeur was mute.
Le Mouton was busy for a week night, Maitre De didn't need to greet him before leading him through the guest tables. Making eye contact with several of the ladies, his sexy swagger, had several woman near swooning, jealous scowls from the men. "You nasty flirt!" Stella was loud raising her martini glass.
Shuffling from the booth she got three steps before Gino rushed her for a deep romantic kiss. His thumb slipped under the material of the halter dress to swipe her very sensitive under boob. She adjusted his bulge under his expensive Italian suit discreetly so he could sit comfortably.
"Let me look at you." He pushed her away at her hips so he could see her full length. Black shiny material was curtain like over her breasts gathered around her waist, the folds flashed at her hips to a modest above the knee length. The light seemed to reflect waves of blue and purple, a rainbow effect.
"Givenchy!" She proudly exclaimed, all eyes were on the couple, "Tiffany's!" Her voice louder than the murmurs around them. Golden strand necklace with a bundle of diamond strings sparkling in her valley. Clearing his throat the maitre de was encouraging them to be seated.
Booth was going to be cozy with three scrunching Stella to the middle so he could find room on the end. "Humiliating!" Red hair was medium dark, emerald green eyes, pouty red lips, "He hasn't even looked at me!"
"Meet Sam!" Stella had to push his head in her direction. Sam had her hand extended, royalty demanding a kiss on the back of her hand. Stella could feel his surge, jealous and excited at the same time, Sam chewing her bottom lip her tail-tail sign, Sam was going to devour my man.
"Garscon!" Loud and brash, "Three martinis" Sam had the staff shying away, barely able to maintain their polite service. He felt sorry for the staff, he'd been on the receiving end of rude customers too many times. Turning her attention back to Gino, "You made me feel like dog-poo, didn't even notice me sitting here sad and lonely." Stella laughed at Sam's hurt little girl act.
Server set the drinks on the table getting away a quick as possible, "Cheers!" Both ladies at the same time, "We're celebrating!" Together again. Laughing, kissing each other, not letting him in on the joke. He could see the almost psychic connection.
"Don't you want to be in the middle?" Stella purred in his ear. Sam escaping the booth to stand next to him.
"Tell me you like my dress better than hers.." White with the same exact style, bigger breasts, dress material shimmers pink and purple. Sam dropped the bomb, "Daddy.." Turning the low cut back to him, "I like spankings too.." her ass is smaller but very firm, she put his hand on it.
"Are you both drunk?" He was sliding over so Sam could sit on his side snuggled between both of them. Under the napkin Stella's hand was over Sam's fingers feeling his throbbing cock.
"Are you going to fuck both of us?" Determined Sam demanding an answer.
Stella with lustful clarity, "Cum in your pants." A command he could not refuse. Regrets not wearing underwear. His little fingers could feel the heat under the lace panties, both of them could feel his hands shaking. Both of them kissing the stubble on his jaw bone.
"Good boy.." In stereo, those were the words Stella used when she made him pull her tampon string with his teeth. Patrons were staring at him, did he moan out loud? Buzzing in his ears, could they imagine the torture he was enduring?
"Garscon! Bottle of your finest champagne!" Maitre de was the only person willing to deal with the rude bitch.
Barely concealed frown the top man of Le Mouton presented bottle of champagne that would cause hyperventilation in any connoisseur. Sam stood fists on her hips, sneering at the wrong election of champagne. "Here it comes!" Stella laughed out loud.
"My daddy has you keep bottles of Dom Perignon Rose Gold 1996 vintage!" Whole restaurant could hear the yelling. "My daddy owns this Place!" Sam had an audience, "He named this place 'The sheep' for a reason!" Opened her little clutch that matched her dress, "Y'all are my daddy's Sheep!"
Rant had Stella pulling him to his feet to stand beside Sam, "Let's go get some pizza!" Sam let many hundred dollars bills fluter to the table. Laughing with their sexy stud in the middle they waltzed out the door to the waiting Rolls Royce.
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"Ciao bella come stai!" (hello beautiful how are you!) Sophia came out the front door when she saw the Rolls double parked. "Mama Mia!" Sophia hugging him with Sam and Stella not wanting to let go of him. "Let me get table for you!"
Luigi had come out of the kitchen was all over Stella and Sam. When Stella heard Sophia asking the group in the booth to change tables, Sophia told them, "I pay for your dinner."
"Sophia, I'll pay for everybody's dinner." When Stella smiles like that nobody can refuse.
"Even Luigi's Two next door?" Luigi questioned. He had taken over the restaurant space next door. Mostly pizza and beer, Stella handed over her American Express.
"Since you became big shot you no eat here anymore." That's not exactly true, he orders lunches for his shop guys once or twice a week. Sophia took both his hands looked him up and down. "What did you get on your fancy suit?" Sophia grabbed a towel wiping the stain on the front of his pants. Bus boys had the table ready.
Sophia hugged Stella before she could sit down, "You lucky girl, he's like my Luigi when he was young.." Sam thought, is that what Stella and Gino will look like in twenty years?
Sam watched him watching Stella as she slid to the corner of the family sized booth. Reminded her of the ride crosstown. His lips on hers, the kisses and nips all over the exposed side boobs. The gentle thumb under the material stroking Stella's most sensitive spot, Stella moaning "Come for me now.." Sam was the one on her knees sucking his cock.
Aftertaste was still fresh, Luigi's hands touching Sam, handsy almost inappropriate, teasing. Flash of her tit got her a swat on her butt. Luigi turned to his wife Sophia for a quick but intense kiss. Smiles and nodding heads towards Stella and Gino kissing infer she was the fifth wheel, made her tits pop. Luigi loves looking, Sophia has a wise laugh.
"You two need to take that to the ally!" Sophia was breaking up the love birds. Sam was sliding the long way around snuggling Gino between the two woman. Sophia calming things down, "So what we celebrating tonight?" Sam and Stella burst out laughing, they were still keeping the secret.
"Remember our first week at college?" Sam squeezed out.
"Pizza and beer!" Stella bouncing in her seat.
"And that stupid fucking jock!" Sam looking at Stella with wide eyes.
"We had to show him how to use rubbers!" Both of them with peals of glee at the inside joke.
"Bring us a pitcher of beer and the best piazza in town." Gino commanded, he loved Stella's head shaking approval.
"OOhh! Do you have any of those red cups they used at fraternities?" Sam was clapping her hands tits bouncing, Stella was wiggling her chest, her tits almost fell out. Sophia and Luigi were rushing to accommodate the college freshman girls.
"Ladies, tell me about the stupid fucking jock?" Gino had his arms around both of them no escaping. Sam was beginning the story, made him buy the pizza and lot's of beer if he wanted a special night. Sophia set down the pitcher of beer and a stack of solo cups, her oldest daughter was taking over as hostess. Sophia sitting down with them, a bottle of Chianti.
Sophia may have figured out what was going on under the red checkered table cloth. Stella soaked her fingers in butter garlic dipping sauce for the oven baked basil dough bites. Sophia laughing, "Hands above your head if you're choking bambino."
"What you want on the pizza?" Luigi was going to sit down with us after baking the pie.
"Sausage and pepperoni! Extra cheese! Make it all greasy and gooey!" Stella was going all out, "Those spicy green peppers!"
Sam added, "New York style with anchovies!" Luigi was loving Sam more by the minute. Gino was refilling the cups, he loved the foamy mustaches.
"Chugging contest!" Sam must have been the life of the party in college, "Gino gets to say go."
"Winner gets his dick first!" Stella adding her rules, "Just like in college!" Stella was the winner with a loud belch. Sam finished the story, she won the chugging contest that night. Stella witnessed Sam losing her virginity. Stella lost hers with Sam sitting on his face while they kissed and played with each others boobs.
"Wipe your chin.." Stella, so motherly, wiping his chin treating him like he is a little brat. Smeared the second spermy load mixed with the buttery goodness then kissing him deeply.
"He had a little fucking dick," Sam was holding fingers up scrunching her face, "Our vibrators were bigger."
"Fucking idiot followed us around for a month!" Stella saw Luigi with our dinner, Sophia was laughing harder than she had in years. College stories were ribald, the pizza was awesome.
Grease dripping from Sam's chin to her cleavage. Stella's greasy fingers slipping under her dress smearing it around. Sophia and Luigi acting like horny teenagers, not a care in the world, Gino had never seen them kissing romantically.
Sophia was voluptuously sexy for her age, big saggy tits with huge nipples pressing her peasant blouse. "Take me to the ally," Sophia slipped into Italian, "fottimi come una sgualdrina!" (fuck me like a slut)
"Bellamisimo!" Luigi returning was a happy man holding her hand. Sophia was put back together sloppily with the many customers wanting them to stop by the tables in the bistro.
Gushing customers over their nonexistent bill. Italians talk with their hands. We knew he was telling them who to thank, the over dressed threesome in the booth.
"Momma!" Youngest daughter was seeing her parents in a different light, the big bottle of Chianti was almost gone. We were staggering to the Rolls Royce parked at the door, we were getting mobbed, another quick escape.
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