Saturday was our date night and since we'd both had a long week it was a much-needed change of pace from the previous five days. Although we had our favorite restaurants we did try to find something new every couple of weeks. Tonight was one of those nights when the menu had looked good online and we had decided to give it a shot. Besides, the chef/owner had just opened his 4th restaurant, this one in Vegas and because of the reviews it made sense that he would leave a protΓ©gΓ© that also could work magic in the kitchen.
It was a short drive to the restaurant and we were not disappointed from the minute we walked in the door. The ambience was sensual, not just the appearance but the aromas wafting from the open view of the prep area and the jazz playing at just the right volume in the background. It didn't hurt either that host's first glance was at my wife who had decided to show quite a bit of cleavage tonight and was wearing heels that had her standing at almost 6 feet tall. His eye level was about the height of her nipples and he did well to glance for only a second or two before meeting our eyes with his.
We knew we were early and let him know that we would wait at the bar and have a drink in the meantime. As we made our way through the dining area I was reminded why I enjoy walking behind her. I love the way that heels make her sway as she walks and I get to see the other men checking her out as she walks by. I am a lucky man indeed because she did look hot tonight.
When I pulled out her seat at the bar I told her that the host certainly enjoyed the view tonight and before she could reply the bartender, a dark haired, slightly punk rocker looking woman said that he did that to all the women that walked in and that she also appreciated the view. My wife just smiled, held out her hand, and introduced us this charming young lady.
The drinks when they came were strong and the two of them chatted while I looked at the menu. D is not normally a flirt with other women but I guess tonight she just felt like stretching the boundaries a little. I was more sure when she asked for a second cocktail and I wasn't half done with mine. She asked if I had seen anything interesting on the menu and I told her there were a number of selections I thought she'd like tonight. At that same moment our bartender brought back her cocktail and I couldn't resist telling both of them that we could skip dinner and just go for desert. She laughed softly and told me that she thought my wife had other plans for the evening.
D just smiled, sipped her cocktail, and then reached for the menu. I made small talk with the bartender and discovered quickly why she and D had hit it off and made a mental note to be sure we let her know the next time we would be at the restaurant.
From appetizers to desert the dining was fabulous and as I sat back enjoying the last of the cognac in my glass I again had to smile because of who I was with tonight. For a girl that had never traveled much further than the mid-south she had certainly adapted well to a different lifestyle. She was certainly a lot more adventurous outside of the bedroom than when I had first met her and had encouraged her to show off a little more. She certainly was tonight since the slit in her skirt was showing leg up to the top of her thigh highs and I wasn't the only one appreciating the view. All of the wait staff had as they served us and it was impossible not to notice their glances at her.
I asked if she was done teasing for the night and she extended her hand to me, let me help her up from the table and said only till we get home. Between the alcohol, her natural appetite for sex and the events of the evening so far, I knew that I would have my hands full when we got there.
We listened to something quiet on the drive back and because she had reclined the seat a little I had a great view of her legs when she lifted one to rest her foot on the dash and her skirt slid open. She had done the same thing one night in Memphis as we drove back from a club and she looked just as sexy tonight.
Our cat, BW, was at the door as we walked in and was immediately rubbing up against her legs and I think even he could probably feel the aura she was giving off. She went into the bedroom and I took the time to light a few candles, opened a bottle wine, got a couple of glasses and sat back on the couch to check the late scores from the games today. She would be out from the bedroom in a few minutes and I was interested to see what she decided to change into.
I love lingerie but there is something to be said for a sleeveless t-shirt that is a size too big for the body it's on. In her case it showed practically all of her breasts and was just long enough that when she sat down at the other end of the couch it covered only half of her ass. I was still half paying attention to the scores flashing on the TV when I poured and then handed a glass of wine to her or I would have noticed that she hadn't come out here alone. I heard it a few seconds later.
The look on her face confirmed what I was hearing. She has a favorite toy, a pair of vibrating eggs, that fit comfortably inside her pussy and she had inserted one of them before coming out to join me. I asked if she wanted to hand me the control. She declined and instead moved back a little and turned toward me so that she could she could rest one leg on the couch. Turning on the second egg she used it to stimulate her nipples at first and as I watched them harden and rise up against the fabric of her t-shirt she became the only thing that mattered now.
I changed the channels to a blues station and thought about Memphis once again. It's where we had met 4 years ago and all of the fun we had exploring each other's sexual needs in the first couple of months. She wasn't bashful about playing with herself while I watched and she looked every bit as sensual tonight as she tipped her head back and took in a deep breath when she moved the egg from her nipples to her clit.
My clothes came off quickly as I watched this beautiful woman slowly bring herself close to cumming and then back off so that she stayed close to but never went over the edge. I moved close enough to brush my thumbs over her nipples as I bent my head down to kiss her. It's what she had been waiting for and she reached to grab hold of the back of my head and kissed me back hard, her tongue moving everywhere in my mouth and over my lips.
My hands cupped her breasts, pulled, and played with her nipples and because she seems hotwired between them and her pussy, when she held the egg tight against her clit she finally came for the first time tonight. I moved to take a nipple in my mouth and she arched her back, forcing more of her breast into it and she moaned once again as she continued to cum. My mouth left her nipples long enough to pull the sides to the t-shirt in between her breasts so that there was nothing between them and my mouth and then I continued my assault on them. The more I massaged them the louder she moaned. When I sucked hard on her nipples she started rubbing the egg faster across her clit. I've seen her cum a half dozen times when she gets like this and tonight was no different.
It was minutes later that she came off of her high and after taking a few deep breaths she finally spoke and told me that she needed more than the egg inside of her. I know she was smiling when I kneeled at the edge of the couch and moved her hips so that I could lift one of her legs over my shoulder. She was mine for the tasting and I wasted no time diving in.
She had removed the egg from inside and was gently teasing her clit as I took just the tip of my tongue and started to lick from end to end the length between her lips. There was no need to hold them apart, they were still engorged and open on their own. I took time to tease at her opening each time my tongue got close to it and as I did she would move her hips up to try to capture more of it inside of her.