The restaurant was extraordinarily dark when I entered it and locked the door behind me. It was an hour past when the last dinner guest would have left. Instead of the hum of activity I was used to hearing when standing at the reception desk, there was only silence.
I walked past the desk and leaned my head around the corner and down the hallway leading to the various dining rooms. More darkness. And silence.
Tony, my manager, had told me I'd receive instructions once inside. But where...and how? I was more used to meeting our corporate guests in their motel rooms. This was a little disconcerting.
My arrangement with Tony was that I'd entertain visiting guests and clients in exchange for a bump in pay and time off. Call it whatever you want, but Tony, the guest and I all seemed to appreciate it.
Tonight's guest was Bill Ransier, the VP for Public Relations. I had no idea how old he was, what he looked like or what he wanted to do after we met. I was just following instructions: get inside and wait.
"Good evening, Traci. I'm glad you could make it."
The voice over the intercom jolted me. I almost answered, but then realized I wasn't really talking to anybody. I looked around.
"Please go to table 63. I will meet you there."
Finally, something I could relate to. However, table 63 was in the farthest corner of the last dining room, far down the hallway that stretched before me like a murky tunnel. I began walking, tapping the wall every few steps to convince myself I wouldn't land on my face.
As I neared the end of the hall, a faint light could be seen coming from the last dining room. When I got to the entrance to that room, I saw a candle burning at table 63. I was attracted to it like a moth. I weaved my way through the tables and chairs, only occasionally bumping into one.
I got to the table and stopped, looking around for my companion. I was beginning to think this guy really didn't want me to see him. It wasn't a comforting thought. I stood for what seemed like forever, waiting and trying to see. At one point, after turning back to look at the candle, I thought I heard movement behind me.
Before I could turn again, a rustling noise was quickly followed by a blindfold being wrapped tightly around my head. I shrieked.
"Shhhh. You're OK."
The blindfold was tied behind my head, completely blocking out what little light there was. When he was done he put his hands on my arms and turned me until I was facing him, or at least I thought.
His voice confirmed it. "Thank you for coming. Don't be afraid."
I nodded.
"Get undressed, please."
Tony had told me to wear my normal work clothes. That was either a short evening dress or a pantsuit. I had chosen a dress, but realized now it wasn't going to matter much.
I enjoyed this part of my assignments, although most of the enjoyment was watching the reaction on the guy's face. I had a long body with ample breasts and narrow hips. I considered my ass my best feature, but how much of it would be visible in the darkness of the restaurant tonight was questionable.
I slipped out of my shoes, hoping I wouldn't trip on them later. Then I reached around and unzipped the back of my dress. The sound was rather vivid in the otherwise hushed environment. I hesitated for a second, not sure whether to pull the dress up or let it fall.
I let it fall.
The straps slithered down my arms and I grabbed them just after the dress fell below my breasts. I envisioned the man looking at the little black bra that barely covered my nipples. I lowered the dress until my arms were hanging at my side, then let go.
I kicked it aside. The cool air rushed over my body, which was protected now by only my bra and thong. At this point I'd normally be checking for signs of the effect I was having on the guy with me. But not this time.
"Turn around."
I carefully turned what I thought was halfway around, thankful for not stumbling in the process. I was excited at the thought of him looking at my ass in the candlelight.
Two hands touched my back and I felt my bra open. He pulled it down and away from me, the sound of the material hitting the floor barely perceptible. The next thing I felt were hands wrapped around me, cupping my breasts. They kneaded my skin and played with my nipples, a sensation that always caused a stirring deep inside my pussy.
His body lightly touched mine. Even though he was dressed, I wanted to reach back and feel him. But I was there to take orders. So I allowed his hands to continue their exploration of my breasts.
It didn't take long for him to move down to my thong. His fingers slipped inside the front of my panties and just grazed across my clit. This was going to be a long evening if he kept this up.
Then the thong was being pulled down my legs. I lifted each foot to let him take off the panties and I stood naked in the dark. For the first time, the fact that I had a blindfold on heightened the episode for me. I couldn't tell what he was looking at, how he was responding or what was going to happen next. His voice sounded young, but I couldn't tell. I needed to see his face and I wasn't holding my breath for that to happen soon.
Fingers brushed across my ass. They were soft and loving, caressing my skin instead of clutching at it. They seemed like long fingers, wrapping around most of my cheeks from top to bottom.
Once again, I was turned around. Stillness filled the room until I sensed him approaching me. Where was he going to touch me? When could I touch him?
Without warning, lips were on my right breast. They covered my nipple and sucked on it. Soon, his entire mouth engulfed as much of my breast as it could, his tongue licking away at my nipple. I could feel my cunt begin to ache from the need for his cock. The more he sucked on my breast the more I wanted to fuck.
I almost begged him to return when his mouth was no longer on me. But he took my right hand and pulled it forward. I thought he was going to make me walk at first. Then I was touching him. I was touching a long, hard cock...not fully erect but well on its way. Eagerly, I wrapped my fingers around it, longing to have him inside me. I stroked him as he placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down.
I didn't need to be forced. I got on my knees and guided his cock to my lips. I licked the tip for a second before taking him all in. My face hit his pants and I began undoing his belt. His pants were on the floor in a matter of seconds, the cock never leaving my mouth.
I sucked him for a moment or two before pulling down his boxers. Then I once again placed his warm, throbbing skin on my tongue. I licked him from his balls to the tip, which was now hard and very warm. My lips enveloped him. I didn't think he could get any harder.
Bill eventually pulled away from me and told me to stand. This was it, I thought. Finally, we get to fuck. I heard him removing his clothes. I waited patiently.
He took my hand a minute later and guided me as we walked. My excitement was only exceeded by my curiosity as we passed several tables and, I thought, entered the hallway. We walked a short distance before turning once again. A new sound welcomed us, one I recognized but couldn't place for a second.
Then it hit me: it was the chocolate fountain we have in the center of the largest dining room. Waiters use it to cover strawberries we offer for dessert. It's our most popular item. The top of the fountain was about eight feet off the floor, with liquid chocolate flowing down to a larger middle layer and finally onto an even larger lower layer, where it is recycled back up to the top.
It was a peaceful sound and one that delighted me at the moment, thinking I was about to have this man's cock covered in chocolate.
"It's time to eat, Traci. Ready for the appetizer?"
"Absolutely," I said, nodding.
He pulled me forward. Then even farther ahead until I thought I was going to be in the fountain.
"Lean forward."
My God. I WAS going to be in the fountain. The first splatter of chocolate on my breasts shocked me. But I realized now what he wanted and I let it cover the tips of my breast. Then about half of them.
He pulled me back and turned me sideways. I felt chocolate dripping off my nipples and running down my stomach until it was between my legs. Before I could even think about how wonderful it would feel to have him lick me off, he was licking me off. He began with my right breast again, devouring it until, apparently, it was clean. Then he did the other one. I wanted badly to be able to watch. But simply feeling it was enough for now. I was getting hornier than I'd ever been.
That's when he started licking down my stomach, taking long swipes at the line of chocolate leading to my clit. Please let him clean me there too, I prayed. He passed my waist and paused. Oh, please.
His tongue hit my clit like a lightning bolt. I jumped at first, then settled down to enjoy his repeated stabs at it. He closed his mouth over it and cleaned it thoroughly, sucking me harder with each passing second. I was hoping he'd never clear it of chocolate.
