Ann: A Love Story Ch. 62

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No...not until we get to the lobby."

"So...what if the car stops on a different floor on the way down?"

Ann's body shook a little as she processed that, but she didn't answer. Unless that answer was the low groan she let out. My right hand was under her 'dress', playing with her ass, and toying with her pussy from behind. I'd started by just fondling her hard left ass cheek, gripping hard with my fingers. But then I moved and went gentle...my middle finger was traipsing back and forth, sliding along her slit. I could feel her labia parting, trying to give me access as she spread her legs just a little wider for me.

Ann purred as she said, "We could have just stayed in the room, baby. I know I said I wanted to get out, but..."

"You said you wanted me to eat you. I was thinking about taking you to the restaurant and just having you lie on the table and eating you there."

Ann started giggling uncontrollably, and that infectious sound had me laughing with her. Which made me stop what I was doing and pull her back into my arms to kiss her again. We were making out when the doors of the elevator opened on the first floor, with several people standing and waiting for us to exit so they could get in. Ann giggled as she broke off the kiss and said, "I think we're holding up the elevator, baby.

Walking hand in hand, we made our way past them, and the front desk on the way to the restaurant. I could feel the stares as we moved gracefully along. I'm sure some of them were on me, but most were on Ann, and how sexy she looked in the outfit she'd chosen for the evening.

"I feel soooo naughty," Ann whispered.

"How will you feel when I take you to the nightclub dressed like that?" I whispered back.

Ann clutched my arm tighter, her fingernails digging into me. I could feel them, even through the jacket and shirt I was wearing. "Are...are we really going dancing?"

"Maybe...or I might just take you back to our corner table of the club. But instead of fingering you like I did there the last time, I'll fuck you."

Ann turned to me, her deep brown eyes showing the blazing fire behind them. She was so turned on at the moment, I really think she would have let me do just what I'd described if I really wanted to.

And she said as much, saying "Maybe I'll let you," in her sexy voice. Then she paused for a moment. "So, when WAS the last time I danced for you?"

"What?"

"You said in the car that the SECOND to last time I did a dance routine for you was at the basketball game. When was the LAST time?"

"The night we were together in the park, under the Gazebo," I smiled.

"Mmm...that's right," Ann said as we walked down the hall to the restaurant.

I actually was pretty hungry, and I didn't want to get a headache from not eating. And I knew Ann had to be hungry too. It had been a long time since we'd stopped to eat on the way there, and the little bit we snacked on up in our room wasn't going to be enough to help prevent the pain in my head that would come from drinking champagne on what was basically an empty stomach.

"Welcome. How may I help you this evening?" the Maitre D asked as we approached.

"Well, I believe we have a reservation," I said, not so confidently, even though I should have been. Tina hadn't led us astray yet, so I had no reason to doubt her now.

"Name, Sir?"

"It would be under Thomas, I believe. We were told it's kind of an open ended reservation."

"Ah...YES. You do have a reservation. One moment, please." He waved toward someone in the restaurant, which I presumed must have been his assistant, and she walked over to us. She smiled as she picked up big maroon leather binders that had gold leaf stamping on them, and one of these golden tassels that hang down the back. Hidden inside them where the menus, printed on parchment that was supposed to look old and weathered.

"Good evening," she said politely before looking at her boss.

"Lucy, would you please take Mr. Thomas and Miss Franklin to table 46."

Lucy face contorted, and she said, "But...isn't there..."

The Maitre D put his finger up, and smiled...and Lucy stopped in mid sentence, blinking a couple of times like she'd been trained, and had forgotten proper protocol. He wasn't lecturing her, but his look had told her, and us, that she'd done something wrong. I could only guess that her beginning to question him in front of guests was some kind of restaurant no-no.

"You're right, Lucy...there is. I'll handle these patrons personally. Cover the station until I get back, please," he said very professionally. I had to admire that he didn't fly off the handle over whatever had upset him for the briefest of moments. Turning to us, he said, "If you'll follow me please, I'll see you to your table."

Ann and I followed him through the dark restaurant, weaving our way through tables and down little aisle ways. We were heading to a different part from where we'd been the first time, away from the booths we'd been seated at then. We were still heading for the back of the place, but we were going to a different corner. This one was a little more elegant, where the tables all had burgundy tablecloths covering them.

The room was packed, which didn't surprise me for a Saturday night, even though it was a little after the traditional dinner hour. Looking around the room, you could tell by the way that the people were dressed that many of them would be making their way to Starlight, the nightclub that the hotel housed, once they finished their dinner. The restaurant was so busy...I didn't see any empty tables in the direction he was taking us.

And there weren't. Ann and I looked at each other as he led us to the very corner, where there were a couple of tables near a large window...both of them occupied.

I spoke for the two of us when I said, "What's going on?"

"You're table, Mr. Thomas," he said as he stopped by a round table for four in that was the next to last in the room. I looked at him like he was nuts, but then I heard Ann gasp, and I turned to look.

There, seated at the table with her back to us, was Tina. She had turned when she heard my voice, and she had a look on her face that was both excited and visibly nervous. She was biting her lower lip as she waited to see what our reaction would be.

Ann and I looked at each other, and at practically the same time, we both said, "Fate!" And that made Ann giggle. And it made me grin from ear to ear.

Ann had recognized Tina from the many X-rated pictures I'd sent of our trip together, and she practically raced over to the table. Tina stood up, and they hugged for the longest time. I nodded to the Maitre D and thanked him. He placed the menus on the table and told us to enjoy our dinner before he left us. When I looked at Ann, both she and Tina were crying. They were happy tears, but it still stunned me a little.

Tina let go of Ann for a moment, remaining silent as she took a step towards me with her arms open. I gave her a hug, and kissed her on the forehead. She looked stunning, but then again, I'd seen her like that before. She was wearing the black dress that she'd worn the night we went to see "The Living Daylights' together; the hot one that Ann had 'bought' for her to wear.

We sat down, with Tina sitting across from me with Ann between us. We were all still stunned...and surprisingly silent. None of us had said a word, our emotions getting the best of us all.

Tina finally spoke, saying, "I can't believe you came down for dinner. I thought for sure you'd never leave the room."

Ann grinned and said, "Well, we thought about it...but I think we're going to be there a long time once we do get there, so we decided enjoy more of what this place has to offer."

"YOU did...I would have been happy staying in the room," I said with a laugh.

Ann smacked me on the arm playfully and said, "No you didn't. I gave you that chance...you wanted to come down here. Did you know she was here?"

Tina looked at me and smiled...and I shook my head. "No babe."

"Surprise," Tina said with a nervous laugh.

"What?" Ann said.

"I...I took a chance that we might be able to have dinner together. I wanted to meet you Ann...and I couldn't wait any longer. I feel like you're one of my best friends, and I couldn't stand the thought of having to wait until tomorrow, or Monday...or whenever, to finally meet you. So, I made the arrangements for this reservation, and I prayed you'd actually come down here to eat tonight."

"Oh my God, Tina," Ann said, putting her hand on Tina's arm lightly. "How long have you been in here?"

"Oh...just a couple of hours...since you checked in. Well, I've been at the hotel longer than that. I had to get the room ready for you. When Bobby called to tell me you were here, I put the food out in your room and then I came down here."

"Bobby?" I asked.

"Yeah...the guy at the desk I set all of this up with. I was in a room he set me up in, waiting. He called me when you went out to get your things out of the car so I could do the finishing touches. I almost didn't make it...I thought you were going to catch me when I came out. I saw you standing by the elevators on your floor talking to another couple about something. Thank God the stairs are right next to your room."

"So you've been here in the restaurant since then? How long were you going to wait?"

"Well, I figured you were going to eat dinner eventually. I got you some stuff to snack on, but that's kind of appetizer fare, really. So, I was going to wait it out. Bobby was going to let me know if you called down for room service. If you did, I was going head on home."

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To say that Ann and Tina got along well together was such an incredible understatement. Tina had alluded to feeling that Ann was one of her best friends, and that's exactly how the two of them acted all through dinner.

I sat in virtual silence as Ann and Tina talked. And talked. And talked. Sure, I was asked to corroborate an occasional detail by one of them, or the other. But for the most part, I was bystander. Well...maybe I was a by-sitter. I sat through my entire meal, witnessing a metamorphosis of sorts. Ann and Tina had started out as acquaintances that had just talked over the phone...a lot. And over the course of a little over an hour, they had become real, true friends. And close friends at that.

Ann seemed as comfortable with Tina as she was with any of her friends I'd met in California. I knew a lot of that groundwork had been made during those many phone calls they shared. But in reality, Ann talked to a lot of people, and she could make them feel like a friend. This...this was different. The way they were laughing, and carrying on...finishing each other's sentences and making little personal jokes. The way they touched each other lightly and interacted with each other. Even the way they smiled at the same time, and then burst out laughing over something one of them had said. It all seemed so different for people that had just met.

Tina had sort of, kind of pretended to be Ann's stepsister during the trip we'd taken out east...and even that didn't seem close enough to how they were together. They really seemed more like long lost sisters in a way...the kind of sisters that are also best friends. They seemed THAT close.

I felt a warmth come over me as I watched the two of them become real friends in front of my eyes. It was remarkable to watch, but at the same time, it was such a relief. In the back of my mind, I was always a little nervous about what would happen when Tina and Ann would actually meet. I knew it was going to happen...the idea of them not seeing each other once Ann came to town was ludicrous. But that thought still troubled me from time to time.

After all, Ann was the love of my life, and I'd never been happier. But while I didn't share any of the emotional feelings for Tina that I had for Ann, it wouldn't be fair to say that I didn't have any feelings for her at all. I didn't LOVE Tina...but I did love her. For the first time, I realized that the nervous feelings I had about what might happen when they met came from the fact that Tina was more than a fuck buddy to me. She was a friend...one that I cared about. One that I'd fucked...a lot...which was the root of my nervousness. It was a little like my fiancée was meeting a recent girlfriend of mine.

I knew it was a stupid feeling to have, really. After all, they HAD hit if off over the phone. Yet sometimes things can change when you finally meet in person...so it was there, that feeling in the back of my brain. But during the time I sat at that table, I was overwhelmed with a different feeling...the feeling of love. I felt my love for Ann...and for Tina, grow even more, because of the love they seemed to have for each other. It was genuine...and that made my heart smile.

They started with the causal talk you'd expect when two women first meet in a situation like that. Ann commented on Tina's hair, and manicure, and that led to a little discussion about Tina's work. In turn, Tina commented on Ann's fashion sense, referencing her choice of eveningwear...and they talked about Ann's job for a while. It was like they were feeling each other out for just a moment. But then, Tina mentioned something about me, and the entire conversation took a turn.

Ann told Tina most of the stories of what happened on our trip home, while Tina recounted some of what she and I had shared, along with what she'd done to help set up the trip for us. And I sat by and listened...intently. They'd do a little careful editing because of our surroundings, but I'm sure anyone eavesdropping nearby still got the NC-17 version they were telling. Not that any of us really cared...we were being as discreet as we could, given the circumstances.

But that didn't change the fact that the talk was sexual, and it was having an impact on those of us sitting at the table, and perhaps a few at some tables nearby. My cock was starting to hurt. It had been so hard for so long that I was contemplating taking it out under the tablecloth just so it wouldn't feel so cramped in my pants. When my hand went to Ann's thigh, I could feel her body react in a way that let me know she was feeling just like I was. But there we sat, in part because the place was so busy, our waiter was having trouble getting back to our table.

Finally, the waiter showed up and asked about dessert. I said I was going to have mine upstairs, and I winked at Ann. He got the hint, and quickly produced our bill so I could sign it and have it added to the room. When I did, Tina realized I'd just paid for everything.

"Neil, you weren't supposed to buy me dinner," Tina protested. "I just wanted to meet Ann. I don't want you to pay for me too."

I patted Tina's hand and said, "Consider it a 'thank you' for all you've done for us this week.

"No...I loved doing that. You don't owe me anything."

Ann leaned over and hugged Tina. "Yes...we do. You gave us a lifetime of memories this week Tina. Frankly, I think we owe you more than just dinner. You deserve to have some dessert too," she said with a sexy little smile.