Elle and the man sat down at a table in the corner and started to look at the menu. "She'll have a vodka martini," the man said when someone appeared to take their order. After the martini appeared, he moved closer. "Do you remember how I made you feel earlier?" he asked. "Yes," she replied softly. She sipped her martini and felt his hand working its way up her thigh. Elle tried to maintain her composure. When hand reached the top of her thigh, he leaned over to her and whispered, "spread your legs." She obeyed and took another sip of her martini. She was beginning to feel dazed, but she didn't know if it was the alcohol or the fact that it felt like all the blood in her body was rushing to where his hand was.
Slowly, he stroked her clit with the back of his hand, in an almost casual manner. Elle could feel her face turning red. Her nipples were hard and straining against her dress. Her breathing quickened. She hoped nobody could see what was happening.
The waiter appeared to take their order. The man stopped stroking her clit, but his hand remained there, pressing against it. Elle was practically squirming. Once the waiter left, the man turned to Elle and said, "go to the restroom and remove your panties. Don't touch yourself. I will know if you do." Elle nodded, carefully stood up,and walked down the stairs to do what he had asked. Once alone, she slipped her thong off, thinking she'd never make it through the meal without coming. And how could he know if she played with herself or not? She reached down to touch her clit, but then she stopped. He already knew her well. Besides, the game was exquisite, and she was not going to break the rules.
As she had done earlier in the hotel, she walked to the counter to arrange her hair. The only difference was that this time she had on no underwear. "And he's not behind me," she sighed, remembering the intense pleasure she had felt when he simultaneously had his fingers in her pussy and ass. She took a deep breath, vowing not to give into the urge to pleasure herself. Just as she was finishing with her hair and makeup, she heard the door open, close, and then lock. A shiver ran through her body. She looked up and saw him standing behind her in the mirror.
She started to turn but he grabbed her and pushed her forward. He unzipped his fly, spread her legs, and slid his hard cock into her dripping pussy. Elle gasped. He grabbed the neckline of her dress and pulled it down so far that her tits spilled out. Then he grabbed her hair and fucked her. She started to moan, but he covered her mouth, asking her if she knew how to be quiet. "Yes," she whispered, stifling the scream she believed should accompany her orgasm. After she came, he stopped thrusting and turned her around to face him.
Grabbing her hair, he pushed her down to her knees. "We can't have my cum dripping down your legs while we eat, can we?" "Uh-uh," she mumbled as he thrust his cock into her mouth. Elle grabbed his legs and let him fuck her mouth, just as he had fucked her pussy. When she sensed he was about to come, she grabbed his balls and slid her mouth all the way down his shaft until her lips reached her hand. She felt him come in her throat.
She stood up, and he kissed her. "You might want this," he said, handing her her thong. She had no idea how he had gotten it, but she nodded in agreement. As she slipped it on, he unlocked the door and left. A minute later, she rejoined him at the table. "Where've you been?" he asked, "What took you so long?" She looked stunned, but then he laughed, and Elle smiled.
