- I get a wonderful chance
- I get a wonderful chance – 2
“I get a wonderful chance” Part-2 Continues……
It was a nice intimate little restaurant, just as Antony said it would be. He’d even tipped the Host securing for them a selected table that Antony had asked for and pointed out. Seconds later they were led over towards it and seated. A nice cozy little half booth that looked out over the city below them, privacy walls on either side, ensuring that all the patrons there had a bit more privacy to enjoy their dinner in, and talk…or whatever else came to mind. Thoughts of which were already stirring inside Daicy’s head as their waiter came over to take their drink orders and leave them with menus.
“I’ve always wanted to come here, but never have,” Daicy stated looking over the menu. She almost jumped when she felt the press of Antony’s hand on her leg nearer her knee.
“Well, maybe we’ll have to rectify that then,” he said grinning. She couldn’t help but laugh, though nervously, the direct implication of his meaning not at all lost on her.
“I’m married,” she said, though why she’d said that now and not earlier she had no idea. Especially when she’d secretly been fantasizing about Antony all day, and even more so on the drive over to the restaurant. Now sitting here with his hand still softly caressing her knee, her leg, she had thrown that comment out, wondering how he might respond to it, which he did.
“So?”
“What about you?” She dodged the direct challenge, though allowing him to caress her, enjoying the sensation of his strong firm hand now expertly caressing her upper thigh, fingers just teasing the still hidden flesh beneath her skirt.
“Divorced,” he responded simply letting her know by the tone of his voice that it wasn’t a topic to be continued, though immediately reverting back to the topic of her being married when he did. “Happily?”
“No, not for quite a while,” she honestly responded thinking back earlier in the day as she’d watched Bill storm out of the house without so much as another word. It used to be that they would kiss good-bye every morning, say the words “I love you,” and mean it. “When did that stop? And why?”
She found herself musing, though Antony’s roaming fingers immediately brought her back to the present. She felt the trickle of moisture gathering between her legs, the tingling sensation of arousal coursing through her breasts and nipples. She knew as she sat there that her tiny little black thong would soon be soaked if he kept this up…if she allowed him to.
Antony had ordered a nice bottle of wine, the waiter had taken their orders and then left, leaving them in private to enjoy their evening together. The wine was superb. It always did tend to sooth and mellow her out whenever she had it, and lately, she wanted to feel relaxed, the tension and stress of the past several days catching up with her.
When was the last time she’d actually had an orgasm anyway? Days ago now, well over a week at least, and even then leaving her feeling less than satisfactory. Sitting there on the toilet seat crying her eyes out for long minutes afterwards while Bill lay snoring in the bed totally oblivious to her needs and desires.
She had wanted the feel of a nice hard cock inside her, she had had to settle for her own fingers now instead. She sat, wondering, imagining what Antony’s might look like, wondering if he was hard now, as horny and as needful as she was. She lifted her glass, sipping it, looking over the rim of it taking him in. As she did, she felt his fingers slide even further up her dress, the tips of his fingers suddenly finding the thin patch of material protecting her sex. Daicy spread her legs, took another sip of her wine and moaned as Antony’s fingertip scratched at the intimate spot where her clit was.
“Take them off,” he told her.
Daicy sat her glass back down on their table. She leaned over quickly reaching up, grabbing the sides of her thong yanking it down. She managed to slip it over her high heels, and then removed it, showing him the discarded garment briefly before meaning to stuff it into her purse. Antony grabbed it instead, sticking it beneath his nose, smelling the fragrance of her arousal. Daicy felt a jolt of electricity watching him do this.
It was decadent, wickedly naughty, and it excited her even more seeing him do this. Antony stuffed her discarded thong into his jacket pocket rather than handing it back. She then saw him lower his hands beneath the table fumbling around briefly, he sat up, swiveled in his seat slightly turning towards her. She gasped when he did. Antony’s cock stood stiff and straight beckoning to her. As though hypnotized by it, she reached out, her hand coming around to clasp it, then stroking it. She saw the pearly little bubble of arousal seep from the head of his prick, taking it and then applying it to the crown as she gingerly sat there fondling it.
“Are you ready to order?”
The sound of the waiter’s voice had startled her, but the way Antony sat, she knew there was no way he could have seen anything. The fact that she sat there however, holding onto his dick, giving the waiter her order as Antony then did, merely added to the erotic atmosphere of the moment. He left shortly afterwards, and the moment he had, Daicy surprised herself leaning over, and then wrapping the lips of her mouth around his hard firm erection instead.
She had always loved giving blowjobs, as funny as that might sound, she had enjoyed doing it immensely, and had missed doing so. Bill had always commented on her talent in doing that, appreciating the way she so lovingly licked him and sucked him, returning the favor in kind, his talented tongue never once failing to bring her as much joy and pleasure as she had enjoyed giving him. She continued licking, sucking, the danger and excitement of actually doing so in the restaurant, the possibility of being discovered merely adding to her own level of desire, the taste and smell of Bill’s cock as she did heightening her senses.
**
“I want you to fuck me,” Lucy had told him.
“Here? Now?” Bill had joked a bit nervously, trying to make light of it, though trying to think of a way out of it, and then realizing he really didn’t want to do that now either. “Where?” He finally asked seriously.
“My girlfriend has a place not too far from here. She’s currently out of town, she gave me a key to it a long time ago, to use if and when I ever needed to. If there was ever a time that I needed to, it would be now,” she told him.
Bill tossed down a twenty, more than enough to cover the balance on their tab and leave a nice tip for their waitress. Once again stuffing his still stiff prick back inside his pants, he still held his jacket in front as they walked out together towards the parking lot and their cars. Bill was plenty sober by now as was Lucy,