The Beginnings
We have needed this night out for a long time. Being married for a few years now, each focusing on our jobs and paying the bills, we have left precious little time for just us. Me working two jobs and you working full time and going to school, it has been a chore.
Lately we have been snapping at each other for no reason, both tired every day, and never time to sit and just breathe hardly. Well that is going to change. Tonight is about us. Just the two of us. No phones, no pagers, no classes. Nothing but the two of us enjoying each other.
The evening starts by me taking you to your favorite restaurant, Luigis. We have not been here since I proposed to you about four years ago. It was time to rekindle the flame that has dwindled to barely a spark.
Calling ahead, I have asked for a secluded table in the back so that we could have a bit of privacy away from the other guests that night. I want this to be a night that you will remember and cherish for a long time.
You ordered your favorite Linguini with Clam sauce, a dish that you have sacrificed because of my distaste of seafood. Always thinking of me, of us, its time we thought about you. I sit back sipping on my coffee as you raise your glass of vino being sophisticated and sexy as ever. "What's wrong?" you ask with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing my dear, just watching you. I can still watch you right?" I reply trying to be smooth, which does not always work. This time it did because the blush on your face and the twinkle in your eye said it was so.
Having finished up dinner and judging it to be time, I make my move. Nonchalantly I "accidentally" push my napkin to the edge of the table. Watching it fall to the floor, I say "oops" with a evil grin and excuse myself to retrieve it.
Ducking my head under the table, I look across across and am surprised to see that you are not wearing panties. It seems that I am not the only one with a trick up my sleeve this evening.
Crawling across the floor to your chair, I creep up to your legs, eyeing my own special dessert. Sliding my hands along your legs as my face gets closer, seeing the glistening mound in front of me, I can hardly wait.
Feeling your legs tremble, I know it must be driving you crazy as I slide the tip of my tongue across your thigh. Parting your legs as I put my lips upon you, I feel you tense up at my touch.
Tasting the anticipation from you, I don't think I can wait until we get home. I must have this now. Slowly drawing your hard clit in my mouth, I begin licking it softly. Feeling your hands slide underneath the table to control my head, I push them back, whispering, "This is a special dessert, enjoy it while I enjoy you".
I slide my hands up your legs, around your hips, and softly cup your buttocks as I bring my face closer to that which I desire most. I begin to lick the moist slit, your juices are flowing nicely. Licking from the bottom, slowly working my way up, my tongue explores every part of you, probing, licking, the lips of your soaking wet pussy.
Your hips trying so hard to meet my mouth, I keep you at bay, I do not want to draw unwanted attention to us as I enjoy this perfect tasting treat.
My tongue begins a steady rhythm into you as it continues on its path to your clitoris. Reaching the bottom of your clit, my tongue begins making half circles around the bottom of it, teasing you so gently, and I can feel your excitement building. With your ass resting in my hands, I pull your clit into my teeth, gently nibbling on it.
I can the hear footsteps behind me, it does not deter me from what I am doing, it is the waiter, and he has come to ask if we would care for more wine, or desert.
Your voice, crackling with pleasure, fear, and excitement, replies "no thanks, we need to wait until he is done" The waiter must have given you a look of question, because you cleared your throat and said, "until he comes back". The waiter agrees then goes about his business, I can feel the orgasm building inside of you as you prepare to explode in my mouth.
