Adventure in the Night
The music that played at the Rainy Day Gourmet Restaurant was soft and melodious. Alissa sat next to her lover, a man that she'd been conversing with for more than ten months via the Internet and almost daily phone calls. Her hand rested on his leg. His arm was wrapped around her shoulder. They'd gotten lucky, seated at a booth in a corner that wasn't as brilliantly lit as the other tables. She was glad, this was her time and she didn't want to share it with anyone, but Quint, the man she was in love with.
She sipped her drink, a simple soda that was cooled by the small cubes of ice. She looked over to her lover, and friend and found herself remembering his touch from earlier. It was that touch that had ruined the dinner, he was going to make her and now she was enjoying her supper with him at a public place. She didn't mind, but she longed to return to his place.
"What are you thinking?" he asked.
She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I was thinking about us. I can't believe I'm here with you."
Quint touched her cheek and brought her lips to his. "Neither can I." He kissed her letting his tongue taste her soda, letting her taste his beer. She sighed into his mouth and enjoyed the thrill that rushed through her. When they parted, her eyes fluttered a little and her skin was growing more pink.
They pulled apart as their meal arrived and they each gave in to the famished feeling that they had been hiding from each other. They ate in silence until the initial hunger they had felt was eased. "Tell me more about you," he said.
"About me? You know everything," she answered back.
"I know, but it was all over a phone call. I want to watch you talk. I want to see the emotions cross over your face. I want to know what it looks like when you talk about your life."
She smiled and he grinned. "See, like that. I wouldn't have been able to see that smile if you'd been on the phone."
Another grin and another soft chuckle. "Well, you already know a lot about me, so I'm not sure what you want me to say."
Quint shrugged his shoulders. "What did your ex say when you told him you were coming?"
A sigh escaped her and she sipped her drink. "He didn't say much. It was because of us that we split up. I couldn't let myself fall in love any deeper and still be married to him. I wasn't in love with him any more."
"I know, but you were staying for the kids remember, why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"You know why."
"I want to hear it," he told her and took her hand in his, pulling her back to his side. He whispered in her ear, "Tell me again."
Alissa swallowed. "I love you. I will always be mom, but he's got to step up to the plate and help too. They miss him. He was gone all the time, doing things without them, without us . . . I wanted to be with you, even if it is only for the summer. I want more Quint, but I won't ask it of you."
"I want more too," he said and pushed his fingers into her hair, bringing her mouth to his once more. This time the kiss went uninterrupted as they explored each other. He eased his lips from hers and whispered quietly, "Remember another fantasy of yours?"
"I remember many," Alissa answered.
He chuckled. "Finish your supper and then we'll leave and act out another one."
Her eyes grew heavy with lust and desire. "Which one?" she asked, then quickly took a bite of her meal.
"You'll see," he answered back and set about finishing off his plate of goodies. When the server came it was with a polite smile, hoping to get a tip from the local boy and his date. Quint had come here often with dates in the past, fewer since he'd started "seeing" Alissa. She had never asked him to stop dating. She had told him, she was too old for him, lived too far away and if there came a time that another woman presented herself to him, he was to take it and not wait for her. She had chosen to be exclusive, not him. So the restaurant knew him and knew him well.
He left his tip and took Alissa's hand. Together they headed to the parking lot and when they reached the car, Quint pushed her against the side. "You know which fantasy now, don't you?" he growled into her ear.
"Quint, you can't be serious," Alissa gasped. Her sex was instantly wet and her nipples had hardened as soon as he pushed her against the cool metal.
The night air caressed them and she glanced around the parking lot. No one was there, or so it seemed. They were under a flickering light and she knew if anyone in the restaurant was sitting at the right angle and at the right table they'd see them. "Quint, come on. We can't do that one. I mean . . . "
He laughed in her ear and ran his hand up her torso, cupped her right breast and squeezed it tight. "Why? This is what you want, isn't it? How many times did we fantasy fuck with me taking you in public?"
His other hand played with his slacks and he freed his cock. "Tell me your not wet Alissa. Tell me your panties aren't soaked and your pulse isn't racing. He let go of her breast and kept her pressed into the car. He lifted her skirt and ran his hands over her ass. "I told you a few rules didn't I, about dressing?" He smoothed his palm over her panties and then pulled them down, letting them them tangle around her knees.
"Yes," she whimpered, and felt her slickness slide down her thighs. She bit her lip and saw her reflection in the glass.
"You want my cock?"
"Yes," she groaned and pushed back against the hand that was petting her ass.
