For this particular episode in my life I've taken the masculine side. Many parts are true and please accepted my apologises for using excerpts from Fanny Hill to satisfy a fetish. Oh yes, whilst I'm not a participating fan of BDSM, some stories certainly heighten ones sexual desire.... enough said.
Sarah and I met for dinner in an upscale restaurant just outside Grasse, we had been frequenting here since we had met some months ago. With time our routine of elegant suppers on Friday nights had become more of a ritual followed by an almost obligatory session of rampant sex.
The maître d sat us at our usual table, a nice secluded corner well away from the entrance. Sarah looked lovely with her dirty blond hair pulled back into a tight bun, which emphasised both her bare back and elegant neck. She had an elegant, feminine purity about her. As the maître d held her chair for her she smiled an acknowledgment, her beautiful hazel eyes seem to sparkle as she gazed across at me.
After perusing the menu we ordered our evening meal. During the appetisers I noticed that although we exchanged few words, Sarah seemed to be in a frivolous mood. In the near distant as Sarah concentrated carefully on her lobster, Jeanluc our waiter was scurrying over with our favourite bottle of wine.
Suddenly I felt Sarah's naked foot stroking my crotch. "Daniel...Unzip your trousers and take your cock out," she whispered in a most seductive way. All the while she continued with perfect poise, raising her fork delicately to her mouth, as if nothing was happening.
Jeanluc momentarily turned away to uncork our bottle of wine allowing me to do exactly as Sarah requested. My hardening cock had no difficulty in finding its exit out of my trousers for I had learnt over these past few months 'going commando' was the best option. As I said Sarah was in a frivolous mood, a mood I loved and whilst Jeanluc stood at my side having offered me a little wine to taste, Sarah's foot began to masturbate me, gently at first then rhythmically crushing my throbbing cock against my body. Sarah looked up from her plate with a smile of complicity as she took another morsel of food.
"How is it dear, are you enjoying it?" she quipped gleefully.
"The wine? Oh yes... a surprising, yes delicious, an almost sinfully enjoyable Viognier."
"I am glad you are liking it sir. More perhaps?" added Jeanluc.
"Oh yes please, lots more, fill the glasses, let it overflow. Just don't stop now!" I found myself almost screaming as I came with a huge burst of cum which flowed over Sarah's toes then slowly drip into the gap of my trousers.
Sarah, with a slight grin wiped the corner of her mouth with her napkin. Jeanluc, whose services were no longer required withdrew with an almost imperceptible smile and nod of gratitude to Sarah for what he may had just witnessed.
Had he known that Sarah had just 'jacked me off,' right there under his eyes, whilst maintaining an air of perfect composure? Perhaps it was the pained expression on my face that betrayed me for that I'll never know.
"Daniel, you're looking a bit peaky... Are you all right?" Sarah innocently asked. "Perhaps we should finish up and go home....you're looking tired my dear." She added as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.
In the car I tried to say something about the restaurant adventure. But Sarah was elsewhere. "Did you know the Marquis de Sade was imprisoned because he fucked the prostitute Testard in the arse? That was considered debauchery back then, you know." Then she added: "I guess I would have been put in jail back then for fucking your arse with my fingers," She added pursing her lips pretending to look all guilty and contrite.
