Ivan checked his watch. Nope, he hadn't misread it the first 3 times, it really was 8.30...where the hell was Joanna? He sat back on the bar stool, and surveyed the restaurant once again. No sign of her. Dammit, she'd told him how important it was not to be late, that this restaurant had a strict table policy - they could and would get them out in time for the second seating. What was she playing at?
Suddenly the guy next to him at the bar gave him a nudge "Holy shit, look at that. I wonder which lucky guys they're meeting."
Ivan looked over at the door, and his look of chagrin slowly melted into a wide smile. "That would be me." he told the man as they watched Joanna and Ella stroll into the restaurant.
The two were dressed to the nines, sexy without actually crossing the line to cheap-looking. Ella was wearing strappy shoes with 2-inch heels, a short suede skirt and close-fitting shirt. The buttons were undone just far enough so that you could see the swell of her cleavage, and the entire outfit set off her tan nicely. Her long blond hair was sleek as she flicked it over her shoulder and whispered something in Joanna's ear. Joanna smiled, looking up to meet Ivan's eyes. Her dark hair was curled up in some elaborate hair-do (Ivan was afraid to guess how this had been achieved), and if he wanted to he could stroke her all the way down from the back of her neck to the small of her back and touch only bare skin: the black dress was cut extremely low at the back. Otherwise it was reasonably demure, coming down to mid-thigh, but Ivan suspected there wasn't much, if anything, underneath it. He could feel a stirring in his loins, but resolutely quelled it as he stood up to greet the girls. "Ladies, how are you this evening?"
They each kissed a cheek "Happy Birthday hon. I do hope you don't mind that I brought Ella" Joanna whispered and winked cheekily at him. Belatedly Ivan realised both girls were wearing red bows around their wrists, and his heart sped up a notch.
He didn't know how he made it through dinner. The girls cooed over him, feeding him and each other bits of their meals, daintily nibbling asparagus and sipping champagne...when the waiter first came to the table Ella had been running her bare foot along his thigh and over his crotch, hidden from view by the table. Joanna had had to order the wine as Ivan didn't trust himself to speak. She had in turn let her hands roam freely (though discretely) during the meal and although the food was great he hadn't eaten much. A different appetite was replacing hunger. Suddenly he was grateful for the strict time limit for diners: he wasn't sure he could behave in a proper way for much longer.
Joanna leaned close "You remember how you asked what was for dessert? Well, we thought *you* would do rather well for an after-dinner treat." Joanna grinned as she watched Ivan's reaction. She stood up from the table, taking Ivan's hand and leading him through the restaurant. Ella had taken his other hand, and followed closely. As they headed for the exit Ivan saw quite a few jealous looks, from women as well as men. One especially jealous look came from the man who'd spoken to him at the bar. He was now dining with a rather boney-looking older woman, who had her lips tightly pursed with disapproval.
It was dark but the maitre-d had managed to find them a black cab. The girls sat on either side of Ivan, curled against him. The teasing began in earnest: both girls were caressing Ivan's thighs and the hard length that was making his trousers increasingly uncomfortable. His hands roamed their bodies as he tried to decide on what to touch and taste first. His hand slid under Joanna's dress, slowly making its way up her thigh...as he suspected she wasn't wearing anything underneath it, and he could feel the heat coming from her bare pussy. As he slid his fingers between her folds and encountered the wetness there she sighed, nibbling and kissing his neck.
Meanwhile Ella had unzipped his trousers, her warm hands freeing his cock. It sprang up, and she giggled with pleasure, stroking it firmly, massaging his length. His fingers dug deeper into Joanna and she rubbed herself against him encouragingly, almost purring. Ella lowered her head, drawing him into her hot and hungry mouth. He groaned as she started to suck his engorged cock, her tongue tasting the pre-cum. Ivan started finger-fucking Joanna in earnest, her moans mixing with the slurping sounds Ella was making.