10:20 a.m. Thursday
The email was brief. "In Houston tomorrow. Meet me at Damon's Steak House at 7:30." There was really no reason for me to react the way that I did. My heart skipped a beat and then accelerated. My nipples hardened against my lace bra and my pussy dampened. I squirmed in my leather office chair, looking for temporary relief as I kept re-reading those two sentences on my computer screen.
After three long months, I was meeting my lover again.
Ridge and I go back almost 15 years. Because ours is a long distance relationship (and because we're married to others) our time together is sporadic and fleeting. When we do find ourselves in the same city together, we make the most of it.
10:30 a.m. Friday
My administrative assistant brought a package into my office. Typically, she would open my mail and packages, unless they appeared personal in nature. As soon as I saw the simple brown craft paper wrapping, I knew. This was definitely personal.
Sometimes prior to our assignations, either Ridge or I would send the other a package. Its contents would determine the tone and manner for the time together. Sometimes wildly romantic, other times B&D and still others fantasy role playing. I wondered which it would be this time. To taunt myself, I left it unopened the better part of the day. I'd be immersed in work for hours at a time and then the package would catch my eye, causing my breath to hitch.
Finally, late afternoon, I opened it. On top of the tissue paper in the box was an unsigned note that simply stated, "Wear this tonight." With shaking fingers I pulled back the tissue to find an "egg" clit stimulator. Smaller than others that I had used, this one seemed as if it would barely stay in place with underwear holding it. Smiling at Ridge's audacity, I repacked it for later that evening.
6:15 p.m. Friday
I knew that if I was going to make it through the next several hours with Ridge in public I had to release some of my pent-up sexual energy. Running a scented bath, I submersed myself into the warm waters and began to masturbate. I imagined Ridge's long, sensitive fingers on my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples. My pussy immediately tensed and I moved one hand to begin rubbing my clit. Beneath the water, my cunt was hot and slick with anticipation. Within seconds I came violently against my hand. Vaguely, I realized that if that was my reaction just imagining Ridge's hands on my breasts—then I was operating on a sexual hair-trigger indeed. I thought about bringing myself to another orgasm, but when I looked at the clock, I knew that it was time to get dressed.
6:50 p.m. Friday
It was time to leave. Normally, I wouldn't have bothered with underwear, but Ridge's little toy dictated that I at least wear panties. But I wore no bra underneath the stretch silk wrap-around dress. I don't think that I could have taken the sensation of lace rubbing against my hypersensitive nipples at that point. Just that thought alone made my pussy dampen. Further aggravating it was the "egg" wedged against my opening by my La Perla thong underwear. The low-cut wrap-around neckline of my dress framed my breasts and I imagined Ridge's reaction when he saw me in it. Slipping into stiletto sling-back pumps, I grabbed my keys and left.
7:35 p.m.
Damon's is one of those old-world steak and bourbon restaurants that makes its patrons feel properly feted, while ensuring their privacy. Given that both Ridge and I took great pleasure in fine bourbon and excellently prepared steaks, it was one of our favorite spots to meet whenever he and I found ourselves in Houston.
As the maitre'd escorted me back the booth where Ridge was sitting, my world seemed to contract until all I could see was Ridge. I was dimly aware of the clinking of glasses and silverware of the other diners. I could feel my breasts sway in time to my stride—my nipples hardening as they rubbed against the thin fabric. As I neared the booth, Ridge stood up to embrace me. In my heels, I was only a few inches shorter than his six foot-two frame. Slowly he lowered his sensual mouth to mine and my arms crept around his neck. Our tongues met in a languid dance, as if it hadn't been months since we'd tasted each other. Suddenly, I was overcome with a rush of passion. I pushed my hips against his and felt the enormity of his erection. A soft whimper escaped my throat as I tried to mesh my body even more closely to his. Dimly I realized that Ridge could have had me on the table right then and there without any resistance from me at all. Taking control of the situation, he slowly pulled his lips away from mine. Smiling into my eyes, he whispered softly, "Hello."
I had to laugh at such a simple greeting when we'd all but fucked standing up by the table. "Hello yourself," I responded.
Somehow we managed to seat ourselves in the corner booth like grownups. We chatted and caught each other up on our families and careers. As we spoke, my eyes hungrily drank him in. His silky hair was cut shorter than when I'd last seen him, but it only emphasized his strong angular features. His dress shirt perfectly showcased his broad shoulders and tapered waist. I knew that underneath it was an amazing body finely honed from daily workouts. As he talked, I leaned into him to better drink in his unique scent. It was always the strongest in that tender spot on his neck, just underneath his ear. As I was getting ready to lick and nibble on him there, Ridge shook his head and pulled away.
"Not yet," he smiled at me. "You need to answer a question first. How badly do you want me to fuck you?"
I sat back in the booth and looked directly into his multi-hued eyes. Not quite green, grey or blue, they had gone from teasing to intensely hot in a blink. Oh, I knew this game all right. Clearly this was going to be a "who's going to beg first?" evening. But Ridge knew that I was his equal in this kind of competition. We both had wills of steel and he knew that I was as likely to bring him to his knees as he was to bring me to mine. Never breaking eye contact I leaned over the table, giving him a prime view of my unconfined breasts.
"Oh, I don't know," I replied as if my heart wasn't pounding in anticipation, "Maybe almost as badly as
you
want to fuck
me
."
The shock of the pulse against my clit arched my back and forced a low, involuntary moan from my lips. Until that moment, I had actually forgotten about the clit stimulator. And my lover—that charming bastard—had the remote. Almost instantly, it was over. Fighting to regain some sense of composure, I found that my fingers had gripped the edge of the table.
I managed to say, "Keep that up and I won't need you at all tonight." Given my heightened sexual condition, I didn't think it was half-bad verbal riposte. Ridge laughed at my false bravado, but I could tell from the pulse pounding in his neck that he wasn't left unaffected by my reaction to his little experiment.
"Imagine—that was just the lowest setting—and I barely had it on before I turned it off." He leaned back against booth, but I noticed that he stirred a little restlessly in his seat.
"Oh my," I countered. "Is your cock throbbing? Wouldn't it feel so much better if I freed it from your pants to stroke and rub it?" Ridge's eyes had narrowed while I was talking and his breathing had become slightly ragged. Score one for me.
I slid my body closer to him in the booth and reached my hand under the table. Gently, I raked my nails from his knee to his crotch. Lightly, with just a butterfly's touch, I traced the outline of his erection from base to head. Knowing the length, weight and feel of his heavy cock, I knew that if I ran my fingers across the top of his waistband that I would feel the head of his dick trying to burst free.
As the waiter came to take our order, I began seriously rubbing Ridge's cock through his pants. I undid his belt one-handed and then slowly parted the teeth of his zipper. I managed to free just his head and began gently tracing its swollen contours. Smiling as I felt his pre-cum coat my fingers, I left his pants undone and brought my hand out from under the table. Making eye contact with Ridge while the waiter finished reciting the night's specials, I raised my fingers to my mouth to lick them one at a time. As Ridge's eyes became hotter and his breathing more rapid, all I could think was how I badly I wanted him in my pussy right then and there.
As I opened my mouth to order, Ridge hit the remote again. The stimulator vibrated at an unbearably high frequency against my already swollen and sensitive clit. In a vain attempt to nullify the effects, I pressed my thighs tightly together. Bad mistake. That only pressed the egg more tightly against my clit, intensifying its vibrations. Just as I felt an orgasm cresting, Ridge mercifully turned the egg off. When I was able to open my eyes again, the waiter was gone and Ridge was laughing softly at me.
"Dear god, what on earth did I order?" I managed to choke out.
"Nothing I saw on the menu," he replied, laughing even harder. "Don't worry – I know what you like and ordered for us both."
"Great. The waiter probably went to get the manager to come tell us to get a room," I whispered, still out of breath.
"Oh, I don't think so," Ridge countered. "More than likely he went to take a cold shower. It was," he paused, searching for the right word, "erotic watching you—you almost made me come." With that, he leaned in to give me one of the deeply satisfying kisses that I can never get enough of. I loved getting lost in him when his lips and tongue mated with mine.
I gently broke away from the kiss and leaned into him, my head against his broad shoulder.
Rubbing my head against his chin, I told him, "I hate to cry 'uncle,' but if you use that damn thing on me one more time, I'm likely to pass out right here in the booth."
"Don't worry, " he said, placing a kiss against my temple. "We'll slow it down for a while. I don't want you passing out anywhere except underneath me after I've fucked you good and long in every position and place that I can think of."
Dinner arrived and while we ate, we talked more about our lives, music, books that we had read and places that we had traveled.
When the waiter came to take our dessert order, I expected Ridge to ask for the check. It was clear that we were both ready to be alone, with him deep inside me.
"Two coffees, please with a shot of Godiva white chocolate liquor," Ridge ordered.
I must as have looked as incredulous as I felt. He just looked at me with that half-smile of his and said innocently, "What?"
