Rendezvous in Chicago - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Rendezvous in Chicago - Chapter 3

... the day, he suggested that they walk the four blocks to the restaurant, knowing that her state of arousal from the stimulation of her toy would have her juices being produced like a leaky faucet and running down her thighs into her stocking tops. Jill objected and sternly advised Dave that a cab would be a requirement, not an optional request. So they took the first cab in the cue; damn if she didn't flash the valet again. Well it saved on tips as the young man stood there with his mouth agape, not even thinking about the normal automatic gratuity. They arrived at the restaurant with a half hour to spare, requested and received preferred early seating. With the help of a Franklin to the mater de, they were escorted to a wonderfully secluded corner booth, providing the lovers with some modicum of privacy. Only the head waiter and his two hand-picked young assistants were allowed near the table. Difficult enough to control, the two young men were falling all over themselves, making any excuse to service the table until Dave requested from the head waiter that they be allowed some fairly private time without further interruption. “Please sir, just serve the food with attentive, but not overwhelming service.” The two young men were instructed to attend to this table only upon instruction from the head waiter. With Jill feeling frisky from the continual, if not always intense stimulation from the g-string, she provided the young men with ample displays of leg and boob to keep ...

... the lads at least semi-erect. There were whispers and chuckles each time they returned to the kitchen, as the entire wait staff was fully aware of the MILF's occasional flash of her charms. Dave awkwardly consumed his entree and beverages with only his left hand while rarely removing his right hand from between Jill's stocking clad thighs, with the frequent dips passed the skimpy undergarment and into her drooling quim. Jill barely touched her dinner, her mind overwhelmed in her continuous state of sexual excitement. She must have mentioned to Dave a half dozen times that she thought the room temperature was too warm and that she really wasn't hungry. "Perhaps we could return to the room soon?" she inquired. Following a leisurely hour and half culinary experience, Dave took her hand and said, “Do you think we should return to our accommodations, or would you care to linger over an after dinner cocktail?” “You bastard,” she hissed, “You know I have been on the edge all night! Now get my sweet ass back to our room and slide that pole of a cock in this pussy, before I take a knife and cut the damn thing off, so I can stuff it in my cunt myself!” Dave calmly offerred, “Oh? Are you in a hurry?” with a sly grin exposing his knowing torture of this delicious damsel, who was definitely in distress. On her shaky legs, Jill led him from the restaurant, into a waiting cab and attacked the man with her tongue plunging into his mouth. She barely gave him the opportunity to tell the cabby ...