I showed up late as usual, but as late as I was, she was still getting ready when I arrived.
"Didn't I say we were going to leave by 7:00 PM, it's almost 8:00pm now."
"I knew you were going to be late so I took my time."
Well I couldn't argue with that logic so I settled myself into her comfy chair and waited until she presented herself for the evening. I turned WBGO on the radio and listened to some Billie Holiday as I bided my time. I have always been a sucker for Billie's unique style the way she turns a phrase on its ear or flips the emphasis from front to back giving a happy song a sadder tone or a sad song a defiant tone. So as I sat there falling in love with Billie for the one-millionth time, my date made her arrival.
Exquisite, I thought, as she came into the room. Everything about her said class, from her hair so perfectly coifed to her shoes which elegantly matched her Dior dress that she chose to wear for the evening.
"Hey angel, so what do you wanna do this evening?" I asked her, as I stared at her lovely figure in this dress that looked like it was made for her.
"I thought you had everything planned," she said as she stared at me while putting items into her evening bag.
"Naw, I just thought I'd wing it, but if you are okay with it, we can just order in and watch TV. That's always an option" I said waiting for a reaction.
"I didn't get all "gussied" up just to have takeout and watch television. I want to go out." She said, arms folded and giving me a look that could kill.
I jump up out of the chair and stick out my arm to escort her for the evening, "your wish, angel, is my command."
As we leave her building, I have a limo waiting and the driver opens our door as we hustle into the back. Awaiting her is a well-appointed leather interior with crystal glasses and champagne on ice. I proceed to open the champagne and pour her a glass. The infamous New York City potholes make drinking and riding a bit treacherous but we handle it and enjoy ourselves. I take a little of the Champagne and pour just a bit on her neck; it runs down her shoulder to her collarbone. I quickly use my tongue to lick it up before it reached her dress but I linger on her neck, kissing her and licking her until the taste of champagne is all but gone. I know she's resisting moaning because of the driver but when I nibble at her ears, her squeals are another story.
"Stop. You're giving me goose bumps and they won't look at all attractive in this dress."
At that point, I just looked at her and wanted to let her know how much she meant to me but I let it pass. I would have more than enough time to do that later.
The limo pulled up to our first stop, Ruby Foo's, a nouvelle Asian restaurant in the heart of the Time Square area. We jumped out of the limo and stepped into a faux Asian dΓ©cor that was brimming with people. Because we were regulars we were seated right away. It was a quiet table near a window where we could watch people go by. She ordered the Pad Thai Chicken with coconut sticky rice. I ate the sushi and sashimi platter, which was heavenly. I occasionally took some of her rice but I mainly left it alone since she adored it so. She ordered a rum and saki punch and after a couple of drinks her hand was in my lap massaging my now hard dick. She tried to undo my pants but I wouldnt let her. I just moved her hands up and down on my legs massaging me through my pants.
After dinner and a brief cooling down period to enable me to walk out of the restaurant, it was off to SOB's in lower Manhattan. We were treated to a wonderful Brazilian Carnival Show with beautiful Brazilian women in abundance on stage and in the audience. The samba ruled the dance floor and me and my angel got up and did our own version. As we danced, this sun bronzed Brazilian goddess came over to us and started dancing. My dick got hard as she shook her ass at me with her little thong on and her tits jutting out. She reached over and grabbed my angel around the waist and began moving her hips in a seductive manner with her. Well my date was much taller but she and the woman got into a close grind on the dance floor. I watched as these two moved together while as one, the dance floor turned its eyes towards them.
When finally the music ended we invited her back to our table, but she had to decline in her pidgin English, she worked with the band and had to get ready for the next show. We stayed and enjoyed more music and dancing but I wanted to hit another club before it was too late so we headed for Bungalow 8.
Now, this club located in Chelsea is a haven for models, wannabe models and actresses of every stripe. We immediately pulled up and are swept past the throng waiting to get in at the velvet ropes. As we enter we are greeted by a dΓ©cor reminiscent of South Beach. Its a small club but it's packed with half the crowd being the hottest this or the newest that. I hunt down a secluded booth in the VIP area and make ourselves at home. The waitress comes by and we order a couple of chocolate martinis and tell her to keep them flowing.
I told my angel I had to talk to a few clients I spotted on the way in. She nodded and took in the scene. I knew that leaving her alone would be an invitation for someone to talk to her, which if its the right someone wouldn't be a bad thing.
Well I circulated and made my rounds and upon returning I came upon my angel and a very beautiful young woman becoming fast friends. The woman was kissing my angel on the neck and her hands were on her thighs in a most seductive manner. I slid in on the other side of my date.
"Hello, I am Amber, I was admiring her perfume, it is tantalizing, just like she is," she said looking at my angel and licking her lips.
"We agree on that, I have been enjoying her perfume all evening." Then I leaned over and began kissing the other side of her neck. I was at a bit of an advantage because I know her most sensitive spots but Amber was a quick learner and we were both all over my angel.
Her moans were subtle but still seductive enough to get us both to linger over a spot or to prolong a certain gesture or move. I looked at Amber, her light mocha complexion was turning me on and watching her feast on my angel was sensory overload so I decided to stop competing and to team up.