Fine Dining - Sex Stories

Fine Dining

... chesterfields talking quietly as they sipped glasses of champagne. The volume had been turned down so that it was not possible to hear precisely what was being said. An athletic, long limbed young man clad only in a bow tie and a tiny white starched apron hovered discretely around the seated group, topping up the glasses as required. His small, round, sculpted buttocks were completely uncovered, blushing pink to the camera every time he bent forward to fill a glass. His movements were graceful, elegantly controlled, and typical of a well practised dancer. Two middle aged, impeccably coiffured, women sat side by side on a twin seated leather chesterfield. Both were immaculately turned out, dressed in expensive, very well cut business attire. One, dressed in a navy blue suit, was older than the other, but both retained classical good looks, exuding confident power. The two men, both equally well dressed sat facing them on another. Athena was seated alone clad in a black leather over-bust basque, mid thigh leather skirt and sheer black stockings. She sat in the middle of a third longer chesterfield set at right angles to the others. Clearly, although included in the group, she was not an active participant in the main verbal exchanges. Ross could see that the older man and the slightly older woman were now leaning back deep in their seats in a relaxed manner. Their facial expressions transmitted smiles of relative contentment. By contrast the other two participants sat forward, ...

... bolt upright on the edge of their perches, doing most of the talking. Ross concluded that the main business was probably settled, and the junior partners were just finalising details. Soon the meal would begin. All the voyeurs in the dungeon burst into laughter as the older woman casually picked up a dressage whip that was lying on the floor beside her seat, and, with a languid flick of the wrist, expertly caught the exposed left buttock of the waiter as he passed by on his way to top up the glass of the man seated opposite. Without a betraying flicker of response, Dancing Boy completed the task before presenting her with the other cheek for similar chastisement as though it was a normal part of his intended service. The stroke was rapidly administered. “Not long now,” observed Lina “Ross, bathroom please: we had better get you prepared, the girls are all done.” Ross and Lina went back out into the hall, across the sitting room to the ground floor bathrooms. Entering the first one, Ross saw a blue float and tube in the partially filled hand basin. Knowing the drill, he bent over the bath, spreading his legs in anticipation as Lina filled the basin with warm water. “Hope this is the right temperature,” she commented mixing the water as she filled the blue rubber bulb, sucking liquid up through the tube. Spreading his cheeks apart with one hand, she applied a little lubricating jelly around his rim, and then slid the tube gently into his pucker, squeezing the bulb firmly when ...