Hi I'm Rex. My girlfriend Ella and I get to the big smoke maybe once a month.
We will travel for sport, often going in city based foot races and we travel to attend B&D sex clubs. An odd combination of interests, maybe! Both work to literally stretch your vitality and stamina just a little bit further.
On two occasions many years apart we did both in a weekend. Well remembered from the effort we put in and the fun we had even though our timetable was tight. We joked that we would run faster if the whips still cracked behind us.
One much less ambitious Friday recently we jumped a plane to Sydney. We planned a night at Recovery, one of our more frequent haunts.
We like to eat out and have some select, favourite places where we have become well known enough to be greeted on a first name basis. One is a Thai restaurant and the other is Japanese. There is about 5 city blocks distance between them and in between the finest ice-creamery on the planet. We always try to dessert ourselves there. This is our away from home neighbourhood.
Once during lazy Sunday morning sex Ella had mentioned one of the waiters at the Japanese restaurant. He was actually not the waiter but the sommelier. I had made a mental note to ask for more wine and sake advice on our next meal there.
The plan tonight was simple. Late Japanese meal then onto Recovery even later.
So no rush, we even squeeze in some laps in the pool near our hotel.
Back in the room we shower and Ella tries on her outfits. For the club she mostly prefers a loose wide neck top that she can lower to reveal her shoulders or even breasts if she desires.
She and I also like her tiny, leather skirt paired with most remarkable pair of stiletto heeled boots.
She found them op shopping would you believe!
I am usually in a leather vest and maybe tight shorts. Ella picked them for me. "I like how they show the outline of your lovely cock," I remember her saying the first time I wore them. Sometimes I add a studded neck collar, depends on my whim.
We will wear some of these clothes to our meal out but mostly we change into our play togs at the club.
No point frightening the other diners.
Ella's choice to wear her very short leather skirt out in the earlier part of the evening was then a slight surprise.
"Hope we get the same waiter as last time," I drop into our conversation as we walk to the restaurant.
"You don't miss a trick. Do you?" was Ella's response.
Smiles pass between us followed by a hug.
We present at the door of the restaurant and voluntarily give the bow the flags across the upper doorway will make us do anyway.
The waitress recognises and greets us, showing the way to our table.
"Can we be a little out of the way?" I ask.
We change course following the waitress and are lead at a private table at the darker end of the room.
I watch Ella as she walks before me. Radiant is the word that forms on my lips.
Ella is beautiful with blond hair, trim and athletic. I am not the only one watching her gliding progress. I know what has their attention.
Ella glows with her smile and her "I'm interested!"look.
Ella likes the world and the world likes Ella.
I walk behind trying to have good posture and not shuffle.
We are very in love. Our relationship is not easy. We both have families and responsibilities so our being together for nearly 6 years is a testament to our love and if truth be known, our lust for each other and our lives.
Iggy's song Lust for Life could be our anthem.
We sit and order our meal immediately. We know our tastes here.
Ella says "Let's get some sake while we wait."
The waitress hears us and within seconds the sommelier is at our table.
He has seen us here before and greets us warmly. Immediately Ella resume the flirtatious conversation from our last visit. He remembers her well.
While they chat, I am wondering what attracts her. He is not particularly good looking but, then I realise how passionate he is about his work with wine and especially with sake.
I know Ella values passion highly and maybe tonight plans a reward.
Our sommelier is very attentive, pouring sake into tiny tasting glasses with explanations on origin and history.
He hovers over Ella.
Finally we settle on a delicious dry sake from Kyoto.
"This is from near my home town," our sommelier states as he pours our choice into a serving jug.
Remembering the tiny skirt she is wearing I shift in my seat so I can glance into Ella's lap.
It is a breathtaking sight. Ella has let her skirt ride carelessly high. No panties, her gorgeous cunt is fully exposed.
The sommelier is shielding Ella's erotic display from the restaurant. Parting her legs slightly Ella lifts her pelvis to show the folds of her cunt lips glisten pink in the soft light of our dark corner. Smiles pass been them.
