I checked myself in the mirror. The Paco Rabanne aftershave may be too smelly, but this was the only one I had at home. I wore a nice white shirt, clean Gray pants, and a summery jacket. I made sure to shine my shoes before leaving home.
This time I preferred to pick Briana up from home.
Her house was a modest size two-level building in a nice area. Briana saw me through the window and left the door open. I heard her voice from the bedroom, "Morton, I'll be ready in 5."
I went to the living room. One wall had many drawings of women with different fashion designs. I assumed that Briana was involved with producing or selling these designs. A second wall had photos of Briana with famous people - The mayor, senators, Ana Vintur, and known models. The other two walls displayed paintings of European scenery.
As I was examining the pictures, I heard Briana behind me. I turned around.
She was leaning on the door frame gazing at me with a smile. She was wearing a short black dress with a hint of cleavage. It highlighted her shapely legs that ended with 3" heels black shoes. Her face was meticulously done, and she looked 15 years younger than her age.
I whistled appreciatively, came closer, kissed her hand, and asked politely, "Girl, I am supposed to accompany your mother to a restaurant. Is she ready?"
She grinned, "Sorry, Mom told me she wasn't interested, but she asked ME to go instead. Is it OK?"
"It's OK if you are at least 18. I do not want to see my picture in the paper "A new pedophile in Town."
"Morton, you look very handsome too. Let's go and eat. I think your flattering will achieve better results after dinner..."
The drive lasted half an hour. We were both silent, now and then, eyeing each other.
There was a long line of people trying to get into Ma Maison. We were lucky, and our reserved table was ready. Briana looked around, "I have never been here before. It's a nice place. And I heard that the food is excellent."
Soon the waiter brought us the menu, "May I bring you drinks?"
"Yes. I want a bottle of Pascal Jolivet Sancerre if you have it."
"But of course, sir. Be back in a minute."
When he returned, Briana had selected Pan seared Sea Scallops, and I chose the Venison with Blueberry sauce. Neither of us was interested in an appetizer.
The waiter poured half a glass each and left. I waited for her to taste it.
Briana grinned, "It's more fruity and less sweet than the one I tasted before. It's also good."
"Girl, do me a favor and take it easy with the wine this time..."
Her face lighted, "Why? Are you afraid I'll eat you alive after drinking the wine?"
"Well, tomorrow I have three procedures in the hospital. There will not be coverage if I don't show up..."
"Morti, I'll try to be nice..."
The food arrived. Both of us liked our choices. Briana offered me to try hers, but it was too mild for my taste. She smirked when I suggested she try the Venison, "I like to watch deer walking around, not so much on my plate..."
Briana was either very hungry or liked the meal because her plate was empty in ten minutes. Her wine glass was almost empty too.
I glanced at her face. It was reddish. She caught my eyes and blushed, "If you are checking whether the wine affected me already, the answer is yes. Mildly."
For dessert, she chose Mousse au chocolat, and I took the Pear tart. Both were fantastic. We loved the soft music by Charles Aznavour and Mireille Mathieu.
We stayed additional fifteen minutes to enjoy the pleasant atmosphere. It was very different than the noisy Italian restaurant we ate before.
Then Briana stared at me. She didn't have to talk. I knew she wanted to leave.
"Briana, where do you want us to go?"
"Drive to my house, please."
...
I parked the car near the entrance and went around the car to open her door. This time she seemed steadier on her feet, although she still leaned on me.
She directed me to her bedroom. It was exactly what I expected. A large king-size bed with pink color bedding, cream curtains, and only two paintings on the walls showing young women partly clothed.
Briana looked at me, "Morti, I tried my best to behave in the restaurant, but I feel the same urge to devour your body as before. So don't let me wait too long..."
"With pleasure. But I want to try a different position."
"Morti, do whatever you want, but the sooner your buddy conquers my ravenous cunt, the better!"
"Briana, take off your clothes!"
She smiled, "I like it. You take charge! Yes, Master..."
I sat on a chair and watched her undress. She performed a slow erotic striptease. Her eyes alternated between my face and... the growing bulge in my groin. My pole pointed to the ceiling when she still had a bra and panties. I couldn't wait any longer. I approached, tore the bra off her, and lowered her delicate panties to the floor with a rough move.
Briana laughed, "Sir, can I help you with something?!..."
"Yes, you can. Right now, I want you on your elbows and knees on the bed!"
She faked innocence, "But sir, it's not a position for a decent lady..."
"I know. But you are no lady! You are a bitch in heat, so a doggy style suits you!"
She assumed the position and gave me a lusty look.
I moved behind her and undid the pants with the briefs together. My cock sensed freedom and was ready. I checked her lubrication. The entrance was soaked with Briana's juices. I penetrated with one big stroke. She moaned and then whispered, "That's what I want..."
Her pussy felt fantastic - tight and moist, just as I like! But she was a bitch and needed to learn her place... As I was pounding her, I smacked her right ass cheek hard. She gasped but stayed silent. I continued fucking her, now and then spanking one of her cheeks hard with my palm. The initial gasp changed to groans, and her pussy felt much wetter.
Seeing her in that position, enjoying her torture, and about to cum, I felt my orgasm was only seconds away. I bent on her back, moved my left hand toward her clit, and roughed it with two fingers. At the same time, My strokes became faster and more powerful.
A few seconds later, a loud cry escaped Briana's lips, and her body shuddered violently as she underwent a massive climax. Mine started shortly after hers and was a big one too. We continued to move together for another five minutes, gradually diminishing our movements. Briana let herself land on the mattress with my body on top of her.
I rolled sideways and gazed at her butt cheeks. Both were red and raw. I waited to see how she'd react. She stayed down for several minutes and eventually stared at me. It was a loving look! She hugged me, "Morti, you were awesome! I loved it! I feel that sex with you will always be special. Wine or no wine, I am hooked! By the way, tomorrow I have to give a talk to our board of directors about the newest evening fashion for ladies. My tushie will hurt, so I'll have to speak standing up..."
I gently kissed Briana on her full lips and whispered, "Pretty lady, I think I fall for you too. And sex with you is becoming wild. Biologically, we are not that young anymore, but with you, I have the same urges I had when I was twenty."
She had a devilish smile, "Mister, I feel the same. You have more sexperience than me, so lead the way..."
...
The next day during lunch, I was interrupted by a phone call, "Hey buddy, I hope you are not in the middle of suturing the aorta... Are you planning to go to our annual convention? This year it's in Vegas."
"Terry, I have it marked on my calendar. Yes, I'll be there."
"Let's take two adjoining rooms; during the not-so-interesting sessions, we can explore the city. I haven't been to Las Vegas in 5 years and heard from friends that it greatly changed."