NOTE:
This is Part 6 in a series, and while it is not necessary to read the preceding parts, it will definitely make more sense if you do! Either way, please enjoy this story. Diane is certainly having her fun with Peter, and I hope you all like this change of scenery. Thank you for the comments and feedback, they're all so helpful! If you have any suggestions or requests for future stories, let me know in the comments. Enjoy!
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Peter sat on the couch in Diane's living room, tracing two fingers along the smooth material. He was waiting on Diane, who was currently upstairs, getting ready. He could hear her walking back and forth, humming to herself. All he knew was that she had asked him to come over for what she called an "evening recording session," something that caught his attention.
She had also asked him to come dressed nicely. Peter was wearing a deep green button-down shirt with a darker green tie. His black slacks were old, he hadn't worn them in a while, and they fit a bit tight. He readjusted them.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm coming." Diane called out, now closer to the top of the stairs. Peter shifted his attention up there as he watched her descend the staircase, and he could feel his eyes widen when he saw her. Holding a pair of black high heels, Diane quickly walked down the stairs in a red dress that fit like a glove. It was held up by thin straps that were fighting a war against gravity to keep her ample bosom from spilling out; the neckline dipped in the middle, showcasing a splendid amount of cleavage that drew in Peter's eyes. Just above the cleavage, Diane was wearing a silver necklace with a small assortment of charms. He couldn't see any bra straps, and was absolutely hypnotized by Diane's bouncing form in the silky red dress as she descended the stairs. When she reached the bottom, she looked Peter up and down quickly while she leaned against the banister, putting on her first heel. "You look nice. You ready to go?" She smiled. She was wearing bold lipstick that matched her ruby dress, and her hair was curled, making it extra bouncy.
"Um," Peter finally found his voice, standing up and crossing to Diane as she slipped on the second heel. "Exactly what kind of story are we recording today?"
"We've got an interesting one today. Something a little different."
"Oh, different how?" Peter inquired. "A new kind of roleplay? If you're ever looking for ideas, I have plenty I think would be great for us to try out, things your listeners might love—" Diane cut him off.
"Hold on to those ideas, I'd love to hear them eventually, but there's no roleplay today. That's part of why it's different."
"No roleplay? Wait, you mean we're just Peter and Diane?" He was confused.
"Kind of. Yes. Basically." She nodded. "Today, we're not recording here. For the first time since we've started working together, I'm taking a listener request." Peter furrowed his brow, now even more confused, so Diane continued. "Listeners can pay a higher subscription fee on my site, and it gives them the option to make requests. Every now and then, I go through and write a script based off a request. Sometimes it's small, like including some deepthroating or dirty talk; other times it's bigger, like a specific plot or setup. I've got one guy who keeps requesting a mermaid fantasy," Peter's brow was knit together in full wonder. "Yeah, yeah, I'm working on that script. Not sure how sex would work, so I'm still figuring that one out." Diane waved her hand to dismiss the idea.
"And you do these requests for anyone?" Peter asked.
"If they have an account and pay me enough, yeah, I'll eventually get around to every request." Diane explained. "Anyway, this was a really long-winded way of saying that I got a request for something new, and we're trying it today. I hope you haven't eaten yet, because we're going out to dinner." Peter's jaw visibly dropped when he saw Diane remove a tiny something from her pocket and begin affixing it to her necklace. It looked like just another charm, maybe a little different from the others, but not noticeably so.
"Is that a..." He couldn't even bring himself to ask the full question, it seemed too ridiculous.
"Very, very small microphone that looks like a charm? Why yes, yes it is. Cost me a fortune. If you hadn't guessed already, today we'll be recording in public. We're getting dinner at that old French place uptown, La Gorgée. I think it should be busy enough that there will be ambient noise to cover up any noise we make, but not too packed that there's a high risk of us getting caught."
Peter's mind was racing; he could barely wrap his head around what was about to happen. Diane wanted to record in public, with other people around. Honestly, it turned Peter on quite a bit. As much as he was nervous, he was equally aroused.
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As they drove to the restaurant, Diane softly hummed along to the radio while Peter's mind was moving a mile a minute. The sun was low in the sky, and he could already tell it was going to be a gorgeous sunset. However, he could barely focus on that, too preoccupied by the MILF driving the car, who just nonchalantly put her hand on his thigh.
"You're nervous, aren't you?" Diane asked.
"You're not?" Peter replied, almost shocked at how casual she was being about the whole situation. Had she done something like this before?
"I mean, sure, I'm nervous. But don't those nerves kind of make it exciting?" She squeezed his thigh, barely brushing her fingers against his cock through his pants. Peter was tense. "Come on, it'll be fun! Just... Try to enjoy it a little bit." She gave him a genuine smile as she pulled into a parking space.
Stepping out of the car, they walked to the front of the restaurant, and were escorted inside by a young hostess. As they walked to a table, Peter could barely take his eyes off of Diane's ass in her red dress as it bounced with every step. He managed to peel his eyes away to get a look at the restaurant and patrons around him. The place was large, but not too busy. The lights were low, giving it an ambiance of mystery. An elderly couple was eating quietly near the door; a pair of couples on what looked like a double date were laughing and chatting nearby, sharing food and drinks amongst each other. A handful of other groups were scattered around, two friends on maybe a first date, a group of people who looked like they'd just come from the office. Peter noticed one middle-aged woman, probably Diane's age, sitting at a booth in the corner, by an array of windows. She had a glass of wine in front of her, and nothing else.
The hostess led the two through the restaurant, past a multitude of empty tables that Peter thought would have been fine for them, before stopping at the booth with the lone woman. Diane thanked the hostess, and asked if they could get a bottle of red wine for the table, before the young woman nodded and walked off.
"Oh, Diane, it's so nice to see you!" The woman smiled as she stood up to give Diane a hug. She was wearing a dark blue dress and glitzy high heels. Her blonde hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her thin eyebrows and pale pink lipstick. Her dress wasn't as low cut as Diane's but she was clearly wearing a push-up bra that gave her decent cleavage for Peter to ogle briefly before it was blocked from view as she embraced Diane.
"It's great to see you, Karen!" Diane gave her a quick, tight hug, before pulling away and stepping to the side for introductions.
