Catie checked her phone one last time. She saw a message from her sister that said simply, "Good Luck." She didn't respond, instead, she put her phone on silent, only letting certain numbers reach her. She walked into the lobby of the posh hotel and made a beeline for the bar. The expensive heels clacked against the marble and were eventually muffled by the carpet of the luxurious watering hole she found herself in. Walking up to a wooden podium she found herself being greeted by a pretty little black-haired girl whose bright smile and large bust were meant to attract male clientele. "Just one tonight ma'am?" the girl asked.
"I'm actually here meeting someone," Catie said shyly. "I should be taken to the VIP table, he told me to say," she ended, her tan cheeks turning a shade darker due to her nervousness.
The hostess looked at her with a knowing smile. "Oh I see ma'am, I'll take you to him right away," she said. The pair of women walked for a bit, saying nothing. Catie was impressed by the atmosphere of the restaurant, it seemed so upscale, nothing like what she was typically used to. "You know your date is a lucky man," the hostess whispered to her as the two got to the VIP table. It was a large booth that could easily fit four or five others hidden in the back of the restaurant lit by candles. Sitting at the table watching the two of them was a large black man dressed in a blue dinner jacket and white shirt, staring not at the tiny buxom hostess but at the curvier Catie. Catie blushed at the intensity of his gaze, she wasn't used to having men stare at her like that. Stare at her lustfully. Part of it bothered her, but it also excited her. "Sir, your guest has arrived," the hostess said.
"Thank you," the large black man said as he got up and handed the hostess a folded up bill. The hostess nodded her appreciation and left, leaving Catie with the attractive man. He took her hand in his, Catie couldn't help but notice the difference. His hands were so much larger than hers, they looked like they were used to doing work but still felt soft. "You look so sexy," he said. His voice came out low and sexy, something like an R&B singer. Catie blushed at the compliment, not fully knowing how to respond. She was not used to being complimented in this way, by a tall, dark, and handsome stranger who was staring at her with obviously lustful intentions. Her husband would give her a nice compliment every now and again, but those were the obligatory ones. The ones how she was a great mother, and how he loved her. It was nice to hear but she craved the ones that let her know she was still a desirable woman.
Catie's thoughts flooded back towards her life, and she felt a pang of guilt. What would those who knew her think? What would her kids think? She shook the thoughts to the back of her mind, she made her choice. Tonight she was going to feel like a desired woman. "Thank you," she said while sitting down. The seats were a soft leather that felt pleasant against the tiny bit of thigh that was exposed by her cocktail dress. It felt divine, so much better than the sticky seats at the childish restaurants she would constantly visit. She groaned internally at the thought of those stupid restaurants. They reminded her of the beautiful babies she left at her house. The kids she pawned off for the night, so she could run around having her fun. "You gonna stare at me, or are you going to order me a drink?" she asked her new dinner companion. If she couldn't get rid of the guilt and thoughts of her family, then alcohol would.
"What would you like? They have a wonderful wine here," her suitor said.
"I'm more of a whiskey gal," she said back to him. He smiled at that, a telling smile that hinted at his interest. He flagged down the waiter and put in her drink order. He turned back to her and leaned forward. She could smell his cologne, an expensive scent that reminded her of a few shops she had been in.
"So Catie," he started.
Catie scowled and cut him off, "Caitlyn. I don't want you calling me Catie."
He chuckled while taking a sip of his drink. "I'm sorry, Caitlyn tell me something about yourself," he said. He smiled at her and she lost himself in his eyes. They were brown pools that invited her to bare her soul to him. She did just that, telling him enough detail to seem interesting, but not enough to where he knew every little detail. She reserved all the information for her husband, the man she promised herself too. He in return did the same. He told her his name was Damon. He had a nice high paying job that let him travel a lot, he even had a wife. He spoke about her like she was the greatest woman in the world, a much different stance what he was taking now being here with her. Over the course of their conversation, the waitress came many times, giving them drinks, taking their order, and delivering their order. The pair paid little attention to her and were absorbed with each other.
Catie at this point in time was feeling the effects of her multiple whiskeys. She got close to Damon and eyed him seductively. Damon for his part welcomed the intrusion of his personal space. He picked up his glass and took a sip. Catie didn't know why but seeing the dark hand easily palm the glass, and watching his thick lips curl around the brim turned her on. She imagined what it would feel like to have those same hands curl around her, while his lips covered hers. "So Caitlyn, I have to ask. What do you want?" he asked her.
Caitlyn pondered the question like it was the most philosophical thing ever. "What do you mean?" she responded.
"I mean, you're a married woman who happens to meet a man at a restaurant that I know you can't afford on your own. You also wear your wedding ring, but at the same time, you couldn't keep your hands off of mine. Now I'll ask again what do you want?" he said. The way he tactically tore her apart did something to her. It excited her. Her nerves were on fire and her pussy throbbed in a way that seemed familiar the way an old friend seemed familiar. She looked at his eyes, the beautiful marbles were burning with an emotion she knew as an adult woman. It was lust, it was so recognizable. She missed this feeling, being desired by a man. The last time she saw that look in a man's eyes was when she was in college getting picked up by her husband. He looked at her with the same fire, the same intense look. That night he took her home and ravaged her.
Her pussy came alive at the memory. That night she learned what good sex could be like. He controlled her body effortlessly, moving her in position after position. He laid her on her back and went deep into her, then when he grew tired of that he put her on her knees. She remembered the feeling of him taking her from behind, as she was bent over his couch. He laid claim to her body like no man ever had before. She giggled at the memory of her walking bowlegged for a day or two afterward. That memory was a distant one. Now their sex life while still decent was filled with quickies and awkward touches while trying not to expose two young girls to where babies really came from. She felt blessed at the life she lived and her beautiful family, but a big part of her yearned for those times. The times where she was taken and ravaged by a man. Not where she was a mother, but where she was a sexual being.
Damon looked at the woman who was pondering his question. He found her endearing and charming, much like his lovely lady. Letting his thoughts fly back to the woman who he loved he made a mental note to pick up roses on his way home for her. With a lecherous smirk, he reached his hand down towards her thighs. Placing his large hand on them he pulled at them gently, but firm enough for her to get the message. She let her legs part open revealing her covered pussy to him. Catie looked down and smiled. The contrast between his distinctively dark hands, and her tan but still white thighs turned her on. Damon worked his hand between her thighs, letting one finger gently pass over her pussy. The only thing separating the swollen lips from his thick fingers was the thin lacey material of her panties. She blushed at his bold action. Damon smiled at her reaction, even though she didn't respond he knew what she wanted.
Damon let his fingers stroke up and down, lightly tracing her slit. He went slow at first making sure to press into her clit when he reached it. Each time he would focus on it for a bit, before returning to his up and down stroking motion. Each pass caused him to go back and pay more attention to the tiny bundle of nerves. Eventually, he stopped following the slit and let his fingers slowly work into her clit. He was a magician letting his index and middle finger push into it, swirling the thin material of her panties act as the buffer. The pattern of the lace dug into her swollen organ unevenly giving an odd mix of sensation, one that not many women would complain about. Catie was doing her best to control her moan. Her eyes were snapped shut and she was mewling to herself. As the wonderful man before her was playing her like an instrument she felt her hips surge forward, trying to bring his fingers into her soaked lips. She felt so wrong for liking this. Here she was in a restaurant getting fingered by a man barely kipping it together. She was doing a good job until she felt her panties brush against her engorged lips. A slight breezed passed over her pussy as he slowly inserted his index finger into her soaked pussy. The act brought out a moan from her. He worked the digit in and out of her for a bit, making sure to curve his finger upward so he could have constant contact with her clit. On the inside of her body, he made sure his finger was curved slightly hitting the familiar nub that was her g-spot. Once again her hips rocked forward, her body started to shake. She knew she would be cumming soon.
Her eyes were closed still, focusing on trying not to scream. She loved being fingered like this, and the brazen public display made it all the better. Reaching down she grabbed his wrist with her hand and pulled him in deeper. He got the message loud and clear. He added a second finger, this time his middle finger. Keeping his hand in the same curved upward position he was doubling her pleasure. She really couldn't control herself now. Her breathing picked up and the sounds of the outside world became a muffled mess as she felt her body heat up. Now she was slouching down letting her hips drive forward as she did her best to ride his hand. Damon was smiling now, he refused to slow down as he kept his fingers moving. The double onslaught of his fingers hitting her clit, and her internal walls caused her body to seize for a moment.
