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A Naughty Saturday Night in a Restaurant [part 1 of 3]
By: KathHal (LawyersInc@aol.com)A Naughty Saturday Night in a Restaurant!
Well, what more can be said about the past two months, financially, that we are experiencing one big fucking mess! Since becoming an independent investment consultant more than a decade ago, I’ve prided myself on beating market, roundly, on behalf of clients (and myself) on an on-going basis.
Well, kiddies, I won’t go so far as to say that I crashed to earth, but lordy it was a horrifying free fall at first. Thanks be I have smoothed things out for myself and clients somewhat – but the figures are some small than they were on Labor Day.
Oh, the heck with that. Y’all are not here to hear Kath moan about business, you want to enjoy hearing her moan because of good sex! So, with no further ado:
Two Saturdays ago, Hal and I decided to give ourselves a night out on our own, a dress-up dinner date downtown. Our other-couples sex has been limited the past three months – too busy elsewhere – although we did have a great evening with a feisty Aussie couple that I’ll write about in due course.
Hal suggested that we go to the Four Seasons, on M Street in Georgetown, a place we normally do not frequent because it attracts foreign officials who are here for World Bank meetings and the like, and they tend to be noisy. But with no international events underway, perhaps it would be peaceful.
Hal did have some specific suggestions on what he wanted me to wear. A loose fitting full skirt. My Wonder Bra. A blouse cut down about as far as it could go in public without attracting the vice squad. My cute little grey cashmere vest. Sexy, to be sure, but not quite slutty. OK with me. I sensed he had mischief in mind, but I am game for almost anything.
And especially when I have a case of the weekend hornies.
And indeed, when he ambushed me in the shower in mid-afternoon, and proceeded to give me a hard standup fuck from behind, I suggested that we just stay home and screw the rest of the day away. Nope, he had asked me on a date, and so be it, Kath. So I gave his dear dick a kiss and blotted off the last drip of cum in my tongue, and off I went to get dolled up.
Since our courting days, Hal has liked being in the bedroom when I am primping and dressing. I do my makeup and hair sitting naked before a three-sided mirror. He is sitting in an easy chair across from me, with a good view of my bare body. I’ll tease him by tossing a wicked smile his way as I dab perfume on my pussy and breasts.
When I am putting my hair into place, I make sure that my arms pull my boobs up so that they are on full display. I put just a smudge of rouge on my nipples.
And then the dressing. On occasions when I wear a bra – about half the time – I put that on first. I like leaning forward so that my naked breasts fall away from my body. I ease each into a bra cup, and I stand and snap it behind me. And move the bra around so that my cleavage shows.
Stockings. Here Hal really gets an eyeful of cunt: I sit facing him, legs spread, and then raised one at a time as I slide my legs into the silk.
That evening, I took a very scanty pair of panties out of my lingerie drawer.
With my eyes, I asked,Hey, should I wear these? He nodded. Oh, fooh, I thought, it’s much more fun to go out with nothing under my skirt. But he was in charge that evening, so I sat on the bed and gave him another eyes-on look at my pussy as I put on the panties.
Into the blouse, covering my boobs. Into the loose skirt, liking the way it swirled around my legs. (Despite all the market mess, I continue my strict exercise regimen, so my legs remain firms and strong, and my tummy is flat, etc etc etc.) I thought to myself as I swirled before the mirror, Kath, for an old broad of 38, you look pretty darned sharp! OK, OK, no more bragging….
In any event, as we drove towards town, Hal said something very nice: that despite all the time we’ve been married, he still gets a charge out of seeing me all dressed up, because I know that I’m going to be with the prettiest girl in the place. I love flattery!
And I cuddled over next to him in the car seat and rubbed my hand on his legs and pushed my mouth up so that I could put a tongue in his ear. I could feel my cunnie getting wet under my panties, and I was tempted to suggest again that we go home and fuck…..
No. Into Georgetown we rolled. Valet parking, hostess seats us, and I was happy to see that Hal had designated a banquet towards the back of the dining room, where we could sit side by side and hold hands. A rather quiet crowd of diners this evening, which suited me fine. As I said, this is not one of our regular haunts, so we saw no one we knew.
A drink to get settled, another as we studied the menu.
Pasta with a crab sauce for me, veal chops for Hal, and a bottle of good Chardonnay. We split a small Caesar salad.
Then Hal said something that made me feel really good. I meant what I said about loving seeing you all dressed up, and knowing that you are my wife, and that we love one another. He leaned over and we exchanged a light kiss. A happy kiss. We looked into one another’s eyes, we smiled.
Dinner arrived. We ate, we drank wine, we paused to hold hands a few times. I felt very close to my Hal this evening, and oh but I loved him! And I knew that he loved me.
Nope, no desert. Perhaps a touch of cognac with our coffee, however?
As the waiter walked away, Hal gave me his great smile again. What I would love for you to do, Kath, is to go back to the ladies’ room and take off your panties and put them in your purse. Then take off your vest as well, so that I can see the tops of your boobs when you walk back towards me. And knowing that you are stark naked under that skirt will really turn me on.
Would you do that for me, Kath?
When I see you walking back towards me, I am going to imagine that you are naked, and that every man in the place is staring at your beautiful body!
Whew! Who could refuse a suggestion such as that? I dabbed my lips with my napkin and smiled and said, I’ll be right back, my dear!
Oh, the excitement! I hurried to the ladies’ room, I got into a stall and hurriedly pulled down my panties before I peed. Into my purse, along with the vest. The Wonder Bra does…well, wonders in pushing my breasts up so that they are on display. And the cleavage is such that one twist of my body and some nip would be on display! Nope, let’s don’t go there, Kath.
But when I checked myself in the mirror, I was happy to realize that Hal was going to be seeing a lot of flesh – both in person, and in his imagination.
I had noticed another couple sitting a table away from us, a striking brunette with some flecks of gray in her hair, mid-40s by my guess, and a slightly older fellow. We had exchanged perfunctory nods but I paid them no especial mind. Now she was standing beside me at the basin, pushing some stray strands of hair into place. A casual smile. It looks like the two of you are having a big night out, she said pleasantly. Anniversary or some special occasion?
I shook my head. Nope, I said, just an old happily married couple enjoying themselves.’ Another pleasantry, and off I went to rejoin my lover/husband/best friend Hal
OK, I admit it! I vamped up my walk a bit as I strode across the dining room, feeling the fabric of my skirt rubbing against my naked pubis, feeling my breasts moving around inside my bra and blouse.
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The waiter was at the table, serving our coffee and cognac. When he pulled the table back so that I could sit down with ease, he could not help but get a good look right down my front cleavage. I knew he was looking at the tops of my breasts, so I flexed my chest to make the bra fall away a bit more, putting even more flesh on display for him. And when I looked up at him, I smiled, as if to say, Hey, take a look, that’s why I have them!Now, a word about the table. The banquets have table cloths that go all the way down to the floor, so that the only parts of our bodies that were visible were above the top of the table.
We clinked our glasses and smiled a toast at one another. I love you, Hal, I said. And I love you, Ms. Kath, he whispered. Oh, god, I felt so good about this man!
Well, did you do what I suggested, and take off your panties, Ms. Kath? I see that you did get rid of the vest, he said.
Yes, I said, and Hal, I am so horny that if I threw those panties against the wall, they are so damp that they would stick! [We laughed at the memory of an old joke my roomies and I had at Stanford. After dates, we'd ask one another whether we had fun; one measuring point was if your panties were THAT damp, you sure did!]
That wonderful Hal smile again.
You know, Kath, I have no reason to doubt your word. But just to make sure that you are telling me the truth….
His hand went to my lap. He stroked the tops of my thighs. I felt a flush of warmth go through my pussy. His fingers were pressing against me through the fabric. He rubbed and rubbed, seeming to take delight on how I wiggled and squirmed with pleasure.
Now he was lifting up my skirt and bunching it high on my legs. I spread them for him, letting him know that I was receptive to whatever he wished to do.
Hal moved slowed. I felt the tips of his fingers brushing through my pubic hair. He teased. He even tugged at a few of them. The side of his index finger found my cleft and rubbed against it.
This was with his left hand. Even as he fondled me, he picked up the cognac sniffer in his right hand and took a sip. Delicious, he said. Take a taste out of my glass, hon?
As I did so his hand went to work on my cunnie. Oh, god, the sensation of feeling one finger, then two fingers, enter my pussy, in a dining room with perhaps 50 other persons present – and not knowing that pleasure my Hal was giving me under the table.
I reached down and pushed my skirt even higher. I wanted to feel Hal’s firm hands all over my tummy. I wanted him to cup my pussy in his hand and squeeze it. I moved against his fingers, longing for his cock.
An electric shock as he found and tweaked my clittie. I gasped and moved forward, involuntarily. As I tried to calm myself, I noticed that my movement had caught the attention of the woman at the nearby table.
Did you know what was happening – that my husband was finger-fucking me in a public place, and that I did not give a damn whether other people knew it? We made fleeting eye contact, and I detected a slight wink from her. Yes, by damn, she DID know, and No, by damn, I did NOT give a hang!
The excitement of knowing that I was being watched made me all the hotter, and all the more demanding of Hal. My lower body was alive with sexual joy as I moved hard against his probing hand. I tried to keep the upper part of my body immobile, but everything from the waist down was writhing and squirming.
And that is when I started cumming. First, a minor pip of an orgasm, a sort of sigh of my pussy, as if preparing for what was to come next. Then a slow succession of orgasms, one following another, me now lost in the surrender to my feelings.
I bit my lip. I was on the verge of The Biggie. I wanted to greet it with a shout of joy. Dare I?
Hal, whispering: You want me to back away, Kath?
We can always finish this later?
Like hell we can, lover, I gasped. Come on, make me cum. I found myself pawing at the V of his trousers, finding and squeezing a very hard penis through the fabric. I thrust my feet straight out and let myself go. I know that my face was contorted, that my eyes were closed, that I was audibly panting. But oh my god how good it felt!
Through all this, I kept my hand on Hal’s dick – and I was happy when he put his free hand under the table cloth and undid his zipper, so that I could feel his erection in my hand. Now it’s your time to cum, I whispered as I licked and kissed his ear. Give me you napkin so that we don’t make too big a mess!
As he did so I realize that the other woman was standing in front of our table. Thanks be, the table cloth was across our laps, so that she could not see what was happening out of sight. I straightened nonetheless. Pardon me if I am intruding, she said, but my husband and I are strangers here in DC, and we don’t know anyone. We wondered if you would like to join us for a post-dinner drink, either at our table or yours?
As she spoke she quietly flickered her tongue over her lips and gave me a furtive wink. Decision time! She was making an overture. She obviously wanted to play, and she would not have come over without asking her husband.
Hal and I glanced at one another.
We thought the same thing: Oh, why not? That would be great, I said. Why don’t y’all come over here? And as she went back for her husband, Hal and I did some hurried adjusting of our clothing.
Our evening was about to have an unforeseen climax!
