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Beautiful tables beautiful people crowded every inch of the magnificent rainbow and roses restaurant I as usual was an hour late and looked like something the cat had dragged in the door man smiled seeing me I started to say hello putting his finger to his lips he shhhhed me and pointed down the hall that way I questioned following his finger yes he nodded taking that for a sign I hurried down the hall there were several doors and a ladies room taking that for a sign I ducked in as quick as a wink I was out of my clothes and attempted to dry off dŽjˆ vu I laughed looking in the mirror as I stood half naked with only a few paper towels in hand. Just then the bathroom door opened, and I saw you in the flesh for the first time. I didn't bother to cover myself. After all, wasn't that why I was here? A small smile escaped my lips as you greeted me. I extended my hand. Our palms touched and I could feel a slight tingle between my legs. Our eyes locked and the tingle was stronger. You grinned back. I felt the rush of blood through my veins and the room suddenly got warmer. "Your photos don't do you justice," I said laughing softly, "and... " "Neither do yours," you laughed, "but then photos are so one-dimensional, and you were not so exposed." "If you don't mind," I added, "we could get could undress and then maybe I wouldn't feel so vulnerable." "I don't think vulnerable is a word I'd ever use for your state of mind," you leered. "Really now?" I countered. "Then might I suggest that I get dressed and we go to our table and my state of mind" I reached for my clothes, and started to dress. Quickly you reacted, tossing the wet things aside. " you won't need these," you smiled, turning me to face the mirror. Turning back to face you, I smiled and sat on the edge of the counter top. "You can dress me up, but where will you take me?" I laughed. You handed me the stockings. I put them on. The silk felt smooth as it encased my legs, one leg at a time. Silently you handed me my heels. I stood and pirouetted in front of you. "What do you think?" I grinned. Without answering, you grabbed my wrist pulling, half dragging me behind you. The red stilettos clicked on the marble floor. We were headed for the door. "No, not outside. Not like this," I pleaded. As if in reassurance to the pleasures that awaited, you turned and slowly stated, "The men's room is just across the hall. Next to it is another door, a private room for special customers. I have dinner waiting there. Then, to put a stop to this conversation, you picked me up in your arms and carried me out the door. Gratefully, you crossed the deserted hallway in 3 steps. The door to the private room opened and you stepped in. It was a lovely room, candles everywhere, dripping hot wax down their smooth stems. In the center of the room was a small round table, linen table cloth, no table settings, one chair. Off in the corner, actually catty corner to the room, was a long table covered in fresh fruits. Behind the table was the maitre d'. He smiled and I strained to take a better look at him. He wore the traditional jacket and tie but no shirt, "or pants!" I giggled those words out loud. "What would you like to eat?" you asked, putting me down in front of these delicious morsels. I was laughing harder now. "Oh, you make this too easy, like shooting fish in a barrel." The maitre d' spoke. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Andre. May I make a suggestion?" Andre said, as he began buttering a very large cucumber with strawberry cream cheese. Before I could come up with a comment as to how unappetizing that looked, Andre continued, "This is not to be eaten with the mouth but rather..." You finished his sentence, "...gobbled whole by either of your other 'mouths.'" My eyes widened as Andre took the slippery pickle and held it next to his own growing member. They were alike in girth and size. A shiver went through me. "What else would the lady desire?" Andre asked. You answered for me. "Make us a fruit salad, small bite-sized pieces, and bring it to the table. I am going to make the lady comfortable." I followed you to the table and watched quietly as you untied your necktie and unzipped your trousers. My eyes widened as your beautiful cock bobbed in front of me. "Oh, this is going to be fun," I thought. With one motion you picked me up, placed me onto the table and slid that glorious cock into me. Then you stopped. "More, oh more," I pleaded. "Is that all you've got?" I laughed. "Shhhh. Patience can be a virtue," you smiled and slid out of me. Just then Andre came over. He handed you the cucumber, which you took and rubbed up and down my clit. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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