The Dinner Party Lesbian Erotica

The Dinner Party

Chapter 1: Hunger

Chapter 2: Haute Cuisine

Chapter 3: Tasting Menu

Chapter 4: Hors d'oeuvres

Chapter 5: Finger Food

Chapter 6: Main Course

Chapter 1: Hunger

It started innocently enough. After my passionless marriage dissolved, I resolved to push the boundaries of my boring love life. I'd jumped into wedlock with my college sweetheart at a young age, and neither of us had much prior sexual experience. Unless you count fully-clothed heavy petting with high school boys, which I think hardly qualifies.

Maybe it was my strict Pentecostal upbringing, which frowned upon any kind of sexual exploration before marriage. Or maybe it was my parents' frequent admonitions against all forms of sexual 'deviancy', including masturbation. Apparently my husband had been equally repressed, because he never seemed to have much interest beyond quickies in the missionary position.

But I'd read enough steamy romance novels to realize there was a whole other world of sexual expression beyond dull monogamy. In spite of my frequent suggestions and gentle guidance, my husband never became adept at pleasing me. I was left to my own devices, alone with my romance novels, to find release.

When my husband eventually left me for another woman, I welcomed my newfound freedom. I dated with relish, jumping from one lover to another, even trying a few one-night stands. But no man seemed to have the spark that ignited my passion and imagination like my hunky literary heroes. So began my tentative-and rapidly escalating-online explorations to find sexual fulfillment.

I started with mainstream dating sites like Match then 'hook-up' sites like PlentyofFish and Craigslist-even AshleyMadison. Each forum presented more exciting prospects and more adventurous partners. I enjoyed getting in touch with my newfound sensuality and experimenting with new sexual practices.

But something was still missing. All the men I met ultimately just wanted the same thing--to get me into bed as quickly as possible and initiate contact in the typical manner, with the usual predictable ending. It was satisfying, but somehow unfulfilling. I longed to find that truly transcendent experience that shattered my erotic expectations and left me completely spent, yet still wanting more.

One night, trolling the usual online suspects, I typed something new into the search box: "transcendent erotic encounters". Amidst the usual litany of porn sites and massage parlors, I saw a listing near the bottom of the page that simply read

Fantasy Feast: Satisfy All Your Senses

.

Intrigued, I clicked on the link. A glowing website opened with a picture of beautiful men and women seated around a large dinner table wearing nothing but masquerade masks. Undeniable expressions of excitement and ecstasy adorned their faces.

Now

this

is something different, I thought. I clicked on the site's About tab and held my breath as I read with increasing excitement about the club's service.

Fantasy Feast is a members-only club where patrons meet over a sumptuous five-star meal to explore and excite

all

their senses in an intimate and safe environment.

We are very discriminating about who is accepted into our club, with only the most alluring and uninhibited invited to join. Upon qualification, you'll schedule an intimate dinner feast at our luxurious private villa.

We prepare you for the meal with a full spa treatment, including sensuous bath, massage, and esthetic grooming. You'll be given a silk robe and slippers to don in preparation for the main event. We ask you to bring your own masquerade mask to wear at all times to protect your privacy and anonymity.

You'll join a small group of pre-selected patrons at our elegant dining table in the main hall, where you'll be feted and serviced by our highly trained sensualists over four courses that will stimulate and excite all your senses: taste, sight, smell, sound--and touch.

We guarantee you will not be disappointed. You may choose from a broad selection of a la carte services and can waive any 'dishes' that are not to your liking. Upon completion of the feast, your senses will be excited beyond anything you've ever experienced and you will be satiated in every sense of the word.

Call the private line below to begin your journey of discovery and fulfillment. We look forward to exciting your senses like they've never been before!

The more I read, the more I could feel the heat build up between my legs. By the time I finished, I'd completely soaked my panties imagining myself seated at the Fantasy Feast table watching my fellow dinner guests being 'serviced'--and being watched myself.

But there were so many questions. Exactly what kind of 'services' were offered? Who exactly did the servicing? Did the dinner guests engage each other directly, or did we remain passively in our chairs? Was everybody naked around the table, or wearing robes? And who were these 'sensualists'?

I was intrigued and excited in a way I'd never been before. I knew this was something I had to explore further. I reached for the phone and dialed the number.

Chapter 2: Haute Cuisine

A woman with a sultry Scarlett Johansson voice answered on the second ring.

"Fantasy Feast. How may we satisfy you?"

Now that was a proposal I'd never heard phrased so perfectly before.

"I...was looking at your ad," I stammered. "I mean your

website

. I was wondering if I could talk with someone about your services. I've never tried anything like this before..."

Gawd

, I thought. I sound like such a lightweight. They'll probably disqualify me even before I get through the front door.

"Nothing to worry about," the Scarlett voice answered. "I completely understand. Our goal is your complete fulfillment. Was there something specific you wanted to ask about?"

She's not going to make this easy. Maybe that's all part of the game. I had to admit, the mystery and intrigue definitely added to the excitement.

"I was wondering about your 'a la carte' menu items. Can you clarify what this includes?"

"Of course," Scarlett replied. "Do you have our website open? Click on the Menu tab and you'll see our chef's selections for each course."

I clicked on the tab and scanned a mouth-watering list of dishes.

Chef's Menu:

First course: tomato gazpacho soup

Second course: arugula salad with baby beets

Third course: Chilean sea bass or filet mignon

Fourth course: chocolate mousse or crème brûlée

It certainly looked like a Michelin Star-worthy meal. But I was more interested in the

non-culinary

items on the menu. Had I somehow missed their intent?

"I sensed there were some--

other

--items on the menu," I probed. "Besides...

food

. Although the dishes do look delicious. I was looking for something more."

There was a momentary pause on the other end of the line.

"We wish to leave some of the

special

menu items to your imagination," Scarlett said. "We wouldn't want to shape your expectations or spoil the surprise. We guarantee to engage

all

of your senses. I guarantee you will not be disappointed. We've never had a client ask for a refund."

I fully understood her reluctance to provide more specifics. This was after all a commercial enterprise that was operating on a precarious legal boundary. Promising sexual favors for money could get anyone in trouble with the law, and the woman couldn't be sure I wasn't the police fishing for ammunition to raid their premises.

But I was still a bit concerned about the line of consent. I wanted to be certain I'd be safe and able to say no if things got outside my comfort zone.

I paused, as I struggled to delicately express my concern.

"Will I have...

control

over the services at all times? I mean, will I be able to stop the activities,

the menu delivery

, if it's not to my tastes?"

"At all times," the woman assured. "Every patron will have a signaling device at their personal place setting that can be used to cease or return any menu item at any time."

Patron

. I kind of liked the sound of that word. It sounded like I'd be the focus of their attention, and that I'd be getting some very

special

attention.

That got me thinking about the company I'd have at the dinner table, and how far exactly our mutual 'engagement' might go.

"How many people attend each dinner event?" I asked. "What is the typical makeup in terms of age and gender?"

"Each dinner serves eight guests plus one hostess who orchestrates the service and facilitates engagement. This keeps the gathering suitably intimate and gives everyone a chance to get to know one another in a safe and comfortable environment. We ask each member to let us know their preferences in advance, then we carefully align the patrons and services for each event to ensure a stimulating mix of guests and activities. I think you'll find your dinner guests suitably arouse your interests."

I was already getting aroused just thinking of the possibilities. There was something appealing about the idea of pre-qualifying the people I'd be sharing intimate moments with and still having them be complete strangers. But I was still a little unclear with whom, and how, the erotic engagement would occur.

"What kind of engagement normally occurs between the guests?"

"During the actual dinner, it's limited to discussion only. And

watching

, of course. All of your senses will be engaged entirely from the privacy of your own seat at the table. After the final course is served, if you'd like to engage one or more patrons directly, you'll have the use of one of our private boudoirs for the remainder of the evening. This is included within our twenty-four hour service."

"And we keep our masks on at all times to maintain our anonymity?"

"Yes. We ask every patron to wear a mask throughout the entire event. Just enough to veil your identity, but not so much to hide your facial expressions and beauty. I think you'll find most of the fun is in watching the expressions of our guests as they savor every stimulating course."

Wow

. A five-star culinary experience at an intimate and upscale villa, with an exotic sampling of beautiful strangers. And complete anonymity.

I'm in.

"I'm interested in attending one of your events," I said without hesitation. "What's the first step?"

"At the bottom of our home page you'll see a button labeled 'Profile,'" Scarlett said. "Just click on this and set up your personal profile, fill in your preferences, then select one of the available dates. We'll notify you when you've been accepted. Then pay the deposit and arrive at our villa with a hungry appetite at the appointed time."

Everything about this operation screamed first-class professionalism and excitement. From the woman's voice on the phone, to the soft music playing on their website, to the vetting process of their customers. This was no cheesy escort service or massage parlor. I couldn't wait to get started.

"Thank you so much for your time and help," I said to Scarlett. "I'm looking forward to attending your feast!"

I hung up the phone and immediately clicked the Profile button.

Chapter 3: Tasting Menu

The first field on the Profile page asked what anonymous profile name I'd like to use. I chose the exotic and sensuous-sounding name 'Jade'. I'd always loved that name, and now I had a chance to fulfill my fantasy of role-playing a mysterious Asian beauty. With my dark hair and high cheekbones, I might even be able to pull it off partially camouflaged under a masquerade mask.

The next field asked for my gender and gender-preferences. Men?

Check

. Women? I'd long-fantasized about having a tryst with a woman, and here was my chance.

Check

. Transgender? Maybe another day--this was already stretching my boundaries pretty far.

Next up was my age and age preferences. This is supposed to be a

fantasy

, right? As an attractive thirty-six year old woman with a well-exercised, nicely-toned body, I had nothing to be ashamed of. Nevertheless, I lied just enough to make me feel all the more desirable. I clicked the Age 25-35 box for myself and the 18-24 plus 25-35 boxes for my preferences.

Ethnicity? That might be tough to conceal, even under a half-facemask. But that wouldn't stop me from imagining myself any way I chose, once I got there. After some hesitation, I clicked the Caucasian box. Preferences? Asian--

check

. African-American--

check

. My dream husband had been a biracial African-Asian man with coffee-colored skin. I always thought they produced the most beautiful children. Curly brown hair with honey skin and doe eyes--absolutely adorable. Caucasian? Fine--

check

. I suppose one or two in the mix won't completely ruin it.

I scrolled down to the required payment fields where there was a short note:

A deposit of five hundred dollars is required to schedule a face-to-face interview. Upon final acceptance, a second payment of five hundred dollars will secure your private membership. We accept PayPal only, to ensure your full anonymity.

Five hundred bucks was substantial, but a five-star meal and one night at a luxury hotel would easily cost that much. This promised so much

more

.

I smiled as I clicked the 'Submit' button.

Submission

, indeed. I was taking a giant leap into an unknown realm. I felt a mix of nervous tension and release imagining myself joining a mix of exotic strangers around the mysterious fantasy table. Now it was just a matter of getting final approval and scheduling the date.

My hand wandered unconsciously from the keyboard to my inner thighs as I began to think about what erotic adventures lay in wait for me.

Chapter 4: Hors d'oeuvres

The next day, my heart skipped a beat when I logged on to the Fantasy Feast website and saw a notification in my inbox. I clicked on the message and read it with bated breath.

Congratulations on pre-qualification for membership to the Fantasy Feast club. The next step is to schedule a date to attend one of our dinner parties. We'll complete the final qualification with a personal interview on the approved date. Please arrive three hours before the scheduled dinner time to complete the process and receive your personal spa preparation.

I clicked on the Schedule tab. It displayed a calendar for the current month with the first two weeks blacked out. I took this to be a good sign that they were popular enough to be sold out. I clicked on the first available Saturday, which pulled up a new window. An agenda displayed on the screen:

Your Personal Itinerary

for January 28:

6:00 p.m. -- Personal Interview

7:00 p.m. -- Spa Treatment

8:00 p.m. -- Final Preparation

9:00 p.m. -- Dinner Party

11:00 p.m. -- Guest Room Rendezvous

(optional)

Submit

I loved the double meaning with the 'Submit' imagery, and I must admit I found it a turn-on to click that button again. Those weren't the only buttons that were being pushed!

I was also a little intrigued by the cryptic agenda items 'Final Preparation' and 'Guest Room Rendezvous'. It was all so mysterious and exciting. My mind began to wander again imagining the surprises that awaited me as my legs parted and my nipples pressed against my silk blouse.

********

On the scheduled date, I could barely contain my excitement as I prepared for the mysterious event. I visited three costume shops before I found a masquerade mask that suited my style. I settled on a black lace eye mask that concealed enough of my face to disguise my identity, but still permitted my skin to breathe with comfortable facial movement. I didn't want any rough edges getting in the way of my--or anyone else's--pleasure. Thinking about all the things I could do in the guise of my fantasy Asian beauty was beginning to drive me wild with desire.

As dusk approached, I drove out to the address of the country estate and pulled up to a wrought iron gate at the end of a long driveway. A call box sat on the driver's side of the entrance. I pressed the button and an unfamiliar woman's voice answered.

"Good evening. May I help you?"

"Yes, I have an appointment for this evening's Fantasy Feast."

"May I ask your profile name?"

I liked how they protected my privacy at every stage of the affair. I hadn't had to provide any revealing personal identification information, not even my credit card. Apparently my profile name would be my pseudonym for the rest of the evening.

"It's Jade." It was such a thrill to vocalize my new name. I could feel myself already getting into character.

"Please come in. A hostess will meet you at the front door."

The gates swung open and I drove slowly up the long tree-lined driveway toward an enormous floodlit villa. It was a magnificent chateau in the French Renaissance style, clad in pale yellow limestone with tall Palladian windows rising three stories above manicured gardens. It had to be five times the size of a normal home. To my provincial eyes, it looked like the Palace of Versailles.

I parked my car in the designated area and walked toward the large double entrance door. Soft incandescent light shone through the glass sidelights and overhead crescent window into the gathering dusk. I tapped gently with the brass door knocker and heard the sound of high heels on a tile floor coming toward me from behind the door.

A gorgeous young woman wearing a cat mask opened the door and motioned me inside. She was completely nude except for her skimpy mask and tall stilettos. Her slender, toned legs rose to the perfectly bald V of her pubis, framed by hourglass-shaped hips. Her breasts were full and firm, and swayed gently as she moved toward me. I couldn't help but glance downward to take in her breathtaking beauty.

"You must be Jade," she said softly. "Please come in. May I take your coat?"

"Thank you," I practically choked, my mind still swimming in shock.

The young woman stepped behind me and helped me remove my coat, then hung it in the large closet in the entrance foyer. Even just the soft touch of her hands on my fully clothed shoulders put a charge of electricity through me.

"Please follow me," she said. "Our hostess is expecting you."

I followed the nude woman across the expansive open foyer as her heels clicked on the marble floor tiles. My eyes were locked on the perfectly shaped globes of her ass as they flexed and bounced with each forward step. I could barely keep myself erect as my knees weakened beneath me.

The woman escorted me into a large private study with mahogany paneling and leather armchairs.

"May I get you a coffee or glass of wine?"

"A coffee would be fine, thank you," I said, trying my best to sound sophisticated. "Black, with just a bit of sugar."

"A hostess will be with you shortly. Please make yourself comfortable."

The woman exited through a side door, and two minutes later a slightly older woman in her thirties entered carrying a cup of coffee on a platter. She too was completely naked, other than the feathered Mardi Gras mask partially covering her eyes. She placed the platter on a table beside my chair and extended her hand to me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Jade."

I recognized the sultry voice immediately. It was the Scarlett Johansson voice from my earlier phone conversation.

She took a seat in the leather chair directly opposite me and crossed her legs, barely concealing her bare vulva resting on the edge of the chair.