Helen and I looked forward to our nights out. A neuroscientist of national stature, she had a large laboratory at a prestigious medical school, with many researchers and graduate students. I had a comparable reputation in engineering. We are very good citizens in the academic community. We both love our work, but sometimes we really need to escape.
It was crucial that when we celebrated our nights out on the town, we did not go to the places you find people from the university. We both depended on these nights as our escape from the pressure of our lives, and without them, I am not sure we would still be together.
I have a video record of our best night out. We started in the bedroom, naked with glasses of champagne. I gave her a massage as she became more relaxed and more playful. She was lying on the bed, front down, while I tenderly stroked her thighs. I licked her from behind, and she started to moan. Finally, when she was very wet and I very hard, she rose up to her hands and knees. I slipped myself into her, inch by inch, and we were in another world.
I watch the video now and I see how we were moving together as one, completely out of the everyday world. I started to tense up, and decided it was time to stop. For several seconds, I was not sure whether I could contain myself, but I did. Now we were ready to get dressed and go out.
She put on her black dress, stretchy enough that her nipples were wonderfully visible, with buttons up the front. And it was short, much shorter than Elena would wear in any other situation. She then put on her high heels, and that was it. Short dress and high heels were the only things needed. I wore black pants so that my state of persistent erection was less clear. We were ready to go.
We went to a bar and restaurant that was frequented by the beautiful young professionals of our town. We got there early on Friday night and asked to go upstairs. By letting Helen go up the stairs before me, I could lose myself in the sight of her legs, the most spectacular legs of any 40-something scientist in the country. And I was just far enough behind her to see the cleft of her cheeks going up those stairs. I was experiencing the most robust erection I had ever had, and I was in heaven.
We sat next to each other in a booth and ordered margaritas and tapas. The few people in this room could see that Helen was a beautiful woman wearing a dress that showed her breasts to great advantage. But beause the tablecloth shielded us well, they could not see that she had unbuttoned her dress from the bottom up to the waist.
A young and gorgeous couple were seated at a table across the way from us. I was watching the woman, who wore a short summer dress and, I imagined, not much else. But Helen was clearly watching the guy, and she was clearly smitten. As we sipped margaritas and she appeared to talk about the day at work, she was actually telling me a fantasy about taking that guy into the women's restroom and sucking his cock until he unloaded all over her face. I had never seen her this way in public. She was completely lost in this sexual fantasy, right in the restaurant.
I could look down from her beatiful face to see her nipples straining at her top. And from there I could see her beautiful bush. Every so often she would sneak her hand down and flick her clitoris for a while. When she hit the climax of her story, with the guy shooting his load over her face, she stroked herself more steadily and her eyes glazed over. And she lost it. She surprised herself and me by having an orgasm right at the table. She made no noise, but nobody watching her face could have missed what was happening.
Helen recovered her composure, and quickly overcame any possible embarrassment. She said that she was sopping wet down below, but that she was OK. In fact, she was feeling great.
As we got into our second set of margaritas and tapas, Helen's hand started to wander on my side of the bench. She lightly massaged my erection below the table while we had very pleasant conversation above. Now I was telling her my fantasy, that I was inside her while she sucked that guy across the aisle. At one point her fondling drove me to distraction, and I could not keep talking. Finally, I just said, "stop now, or I am not going to be able to leave this table."
Our young and beautiful couple across the way were clearly paying us a lot of attention, although they were mostly all over each other. We were ready to leave, but I had a problem. I told Helen, "I can't stand up and get my jacket on, because my erection will be too obvious to the couple across there. And it is not going to go down for a long time. Helen said, "I will distract them in a way that will make it easy for you to escape. But you watch how they react, because I can't."
She slid out the bench to collect her things. She stopped at a point where she was right in their view, and turned to collect her purse from the floor. She just happened to spread her legs while doing this, and with her very short dress she was now showing them everything I had been watching the entire evening. They both were astonished to see that she was not wearing a thong. The guy was struck dumb, and the woman started smiling. I got up quickly and put on my jacket for cover.
Helen then got up, and they thought the show was over. By this time the young woman appeared to have one hand massaging his crotch. Then Helen turned away from them and bent over to pick up a napkin which had fallen on the floor. They had the same view I had coming up the stairs, and her beautiful ass was there for their view. Helen took a lot of time and the other woman was clearly squeezing her guy's member as they watched. I had never seen Helen do anything this exhibitionistic before.
