Gift on His Doorstep

Gift on His Doorstep, Part 2

It was Saturday night and I arrived at the restaurant just a minute or two late. I walked in the front door and saw her, just being seated. Even from a distance, she looked incredible. She was wearing a red dress that came down to mid-thigh. It was sleeveless with a plunging neckline. She had A-cup breasts, so there wasn't much cleavage, but the exposed skin between them enticed me anyway. Beneath it all, were her black, hose-covered legs, and black high heels.

She was a God-damned, certified, wet dream. I couldn't believe she was having a drink with me.

I approached the table, passing by the hostess as she returned to her post.

"I was getting nervous," Riley said, smiling up at me from the table.

"Well, I told you I was intrigued by you and... well, I keep my promises," I said.

"I like that."

I sat down and we delved into a great, light conversation. We ordered our drinks and some light dinner fare and time passed quickly.

Two hours later, we were still holding our drinks and there was a mostly-eaten charcuterie board on the table between us.

"I am a bit of a fan," I said. "I do follow what you do."

"Oh, that's so sweet," she smiled. "Thank you."

"I don't go crazy and all that, not like I camp outside your house or anything... but I certainly have a good time watching you."

"Ooh... rawr," she said, leaning forward. "That's pretty hot, actually."

"You really seem to enjoy yourself."

"I do," she nodded.

"I mean, I know it's not roses every day, nobody's job is... but, overall, do you enjoy what you do?" I asked, taking another sip of my Scotch.

She smiled. "Yeah. I do. I enjoy the fucking, of course, but I enjoy that I'm pleasing people at home, too. It's a super big turn-on knowing I'm being watched by thousands of people."

"Well... I have to admit... watching you turns me on, too," I smiled at her, looking down a little in embarrassment. It wasn't every day that I talked to my porn fantasy about sex in the middle of a busy restaurant. I hoped that the people around us really didn't hear us.

"I like that," she said. "It's awesome to meet people who enjoy my work."

"I have to know, though," I said, "what brings you to Ohio of all places."

She giggled. "I have family living here. My parents died years ago but my Aunt and her family live here. My family mostly shunned me when I went into porn, so I haven't been around most of them. But my Aunt has been having health issues and I've started coming to visit every few months to help her out."

"That's really nice of you," I said.

"So... tell me about you, Scott," she said, tapping my hand with her fingertip. She'd already moved to sit a little closer to me an hour into our dinner.

"Not much to say, really," I said. "I'm divorced... for about ten years now. With two kids... both in college."

"No girlfriend?" she asked and it sounded like she really hoped I answered no.

"No," I said. "I haven't found the right girl yet. I dated a bit after the divorce, but nothing that lasts. I guess I'm a little picky."

She giggled a little and stroked my forearm with her fingertip. "I can see why you're on the Internet a lot then."

I laughed, too. "Yeah... gotta release some... um... tension now and then."

"In what way are you picky?"

"I guess... I don't know... I don't want some conservative, sweet, little thing. All sunshine... no PDA... missionary-in-the-dark kind of girl."

She nodded. "You like someone more... openly sexual."

"Yeah... something like that," I nodded. "Just someone comfortable in her skin... not afraid to show herself off a little. Someone that enjoys a little... inappropriate play."

"Hmm," she said, as if that was an interesting factor to her. "So, do you like lingerie? Slutty clothes? Do you like girls all dressed up for you?"

I nodded. "Yeah... I have to admit I definitely do."

She dropped her hand below the top of the table and started stroking my thigh. "Would it surprise you if I told you I was wearing nothing underneath this dress?"

"That would be a pleasant surprise, yes."

"And that I like a little... inappropriate touching... too."

I exhaled, feeling my cock growing quickly. "Yeah."

She didn't move her hand away, but continued stroking my thigh. "How long has it been since you... you know... have been with a woman?"

"Oh... wow... um... a few years now I guess," I admitted.

"Wow... that's a long time," she said, her face lighting up in surprise. "Not even something casual?"

"Well... I'm not into something... casual... if they don't fit the bill. You know what I mean?"

"I think I do," she agreed. "If they don't turn you on before you get there... why even try?"

"Yeah... something like that," I agreed. "I don't want to get into something that I know won't go anywhere."

We sat for a second, with her hand on my thigh, and I started stroking her bare upper arm, trying to tease her as much as she was teasing me. She slid her hand down the plunging neckline of her dress and casually pulled it away, showing me her bare nipple.

She giggled as I growled. Her nipple was wonderfully hard, almost begging to be sucked.

"What about you?" I asked. "You said you're not married or dating?"

"No... it's really hard to find the right guy."

"Yeah?"

"Dating is really hard. Guys outside the business have a preconceived idea of who I should be and how I should act. After we get together, they generally don't like what I do and end up getting jealous. They feel they don't measure up and get all insecure."

She looked away for a moment as if recalling a bad memory and it seemed to bother her. "In fact, one former boyfriend made me feel disgusting because of my career. He didn't even want to kiss me when I came home from work. So it made me feel like a disgusting person."

"Wow... that's horrible."

"And then there are the guys in the industry. They're either gay or so full of themselves," she admitted. "Don't get me wrong, you need to have an overly strong sense of yourself and your body to be in the industry, but too many of them are far too narcissistic for me. I just want someone more into me than themselves."

"Sounds like it's pretty difficult to deal with."

"Yeah, being in porn makes life really hard, it makes dating really hard, it makes your family life really hard, and it makes intimacy hard."

I nodded, feeling a little sorry for her. She'd temporarily lost that fun spark that was in eyes a moment ago. I yearned to bring it back. "What kind of guy are you looking for?"

"You know, it would just be nice to find a nice guy... who's comfortable with what I do and with who he is... knows that I'm with him because I want to be... and, well, knows how to please me." She looked at me, meeting my gaze. "Someone who knows how to push my buttons. Someone... who's comfortable with my little... kinks."

"You have little kinks?" I asked.

She smiled. "Mmhmm... I think we all do. Mine are just kind of important to me."

"Mmm... I'm intrigued," I said. "Care to elaborate?"

She giggled. "With guys or girls?"

I laughed and almost sprayed my drink at her response. "Ok... I'm even more intrigued now! Let's just say guys," I suggested.

"Well, I might have already alluded to the fact that I like a guy that takes control," she said, leaning a little closer to me. "A guy that likes to... use... my body to give and receive their pleasure. I hate guys that always ask me what I want or constantly need me to take the reigns."

"Ok," I said, loving how this conversation was going. "And the other?"

"Well," she said, leaning even closer and talking in more hushed voice. She was whispering in my ear, one hand on my thigh, the other on my shoulder. "I love to feel... a guy's... cum... dripping off my body... especially my face."

She backed away, giggling.

When she leaned in so close to me, my hand automatically went to her thigh, softly stroking and squeezing it. Her leg felt incredible, encased in those black hose and I had to feel more. "That's... that's kinda hot, I won't lie," I nodded, smiling.

She smiled, happy that I wasn't repulsed and obviously happy that my hand was on her thigh. "It's like the ultimate way of showing me that he's using me for his pleasure."

I laughed a little. "I can see that. So, when was the last time you were on a date and... well... you know?" I moved my hand higher, sliding it under the hem of her dress until I felt the elastic top of her hose.

"Had real sex?" she asked.

"Yeah... not the on-set kind." I felt her thighs spread a little wider as she slid a little closer to me, giving me even easier access. My hand was having the desired effect on her.

"Oh... um... I don't know. Four months maybe," she said, thinking for a second as my fingers danced on her inner thigh, so close to her pussy. "A guy I was working with, of course, so it was a short-lived relationship."

I nodded. "I imagine that's much more satisfying than the on-set sex."

She nodded and smiled, licking her lips, obviously getting excited by my touch. "You have no idea. Sometimes it gets so... frustrating. I also know of other girls that got so used to the sex on the set that it ruined their regular sex. They had a hard time having an orgasm."

"You know... I have to admit, that after we met, I... looked you up on the Internet again."

She smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Yeah?"

"I needed a little more... stress relief," I said, laughing softly. I slid my pinky over her bare, swollen labia, and realized she wasn't kidding. She wasn't wearing panties.

"Ooh," she said, closing her eyes for a moment at the pleasure then smiled. "I'm glad I can turn you on," she said, sucking on the tip of her finger. "That's kind of hot. Any particular video?"

"It was a... uh... a daddy/daughter video," I said softly, a little embarrassed, looking around again to make sure no one was listening in on us. "He punished you with a vibrator."

"Mmm... I like doing those," she giggled. "I get a little glimpse of being controlled. One of my weaknesses." She licked her lips. "As long as we're admitting things... I have to admit that I masturbated thinking about you, too... in the shower."

"Wow... me?"

"Mmhmm... after you fixed my car, I was kind of fantasizing that you would have just fucked me over the hood of my car."

"Well, I have to say, the thought did cross my mind... but I didn't want to be too much of an asshole."

She giggled again, playing with a strand of her hair. "I don't think I would have said no."

"You know... I'm really having a good time tonight," I said, pulling my hand from her thigh and taking her hand in mine.

"I am, too," she smiled. "Thanks for inviting me. But... uh... I was kinda liking your hand on me..."

I laughed softly. "You know... it might sound a little cliche... but, would you like to come back to my place for a little nightcap?"

"I think I could use a big... nightcap," she said. I could see something in her eyes... hope... desire... need.

"Ok... why don't you follow me back to my place."

She nodded, still smiling, as I paid the bill and we drove back to my house.

"Come on in," I said, bringing her in the house and directing her towards the living room. "Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Wine? Water?"

"Sure... water, please." She sat on the edge of the couch, looking so dainty, but... damn... she was sexy.

"First," I said as I walked over to her and bent down. I kissed her and put my hand on the back of her neck, holding her gently.

"I like your moves," she said as we broke our kiss.

"That was kind of nice."

She reached out and touched my cock over my pants while looking up at me. "Is this from my kiss, my cute dress, or the fact that you know I'm naked under it?"

"All the above," I said, smiling. "I'll be back." I walked into the kitchen, grabbed two bottles of water from the refrigerator, then came back and sat on the couch beside her. I put my foot up on the opposite knee, trying to look relaxed and comfortable. She slid next to me.

"Sorry I was an asshole earlier in the week. It's been kind of stressful at work lately," I said. "Hiring issues and long hours and shit. But... that happens."

"Oh... I'm sorry," she said, taking a quick sip of her water. "Hopefully I've helped you with that stress a little bit."

"Yeah," I laughed. "You have. Only to start another kind of stress."

"I'll make sure you have sweet dreams tonight," she smiled deviously, stroking my leg with her fingertip, sliding from my knee and up. She certainly had more on her mind than some water and conversation. "Don't worry."

"Sorry," I said, taking a sip of water and then putting it on the coffee table. The move took her hand from my thigh. "I'm a little flustered. You are quite... uh... touchy feely."

She giggled. "Oh... yeah?"

"It... uh... feels a little..."

"Maybe like a little blood is leaving your brain?" she giggled, looking down at my growing erection and licking her lips.

"Yeah, something like that," I laughed. "I just... I just have this pent up energy. You know? I tried working out earlier but that didn't do it."

"Well," she said, smiling deviously again. "Maybe you can release it all on me."

"I notice that your scenes are always... really... kind of cute... and uh... teeny-boppery kind of thing," I said, nervously, "which is adorable. I mean, like I said, I think you're beautiful and incredibly sexy. But I'm more... aggressive."

"Mmmm," she purred. "So, you like it more when I'm more... submissive... pretty much."

"Oh... well... I mean... I didn't mean it like you can't be yourself."

She giggled. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Oh, yeah, sure," I said. "It's just through there," I pointed to the hallway that lead to the kitchen. "First door on the right."

She smiled as she stood and grabbed her purse. "I'll be right back," she said, kissing me.