The Best Date, Bar None: Redux

Now Diana was imagining herself in Sarah's place, sat on Steve's lap, lifting her dress higher so as to make it easier to straddle him, knowing that there would come a point when her naked flesh would ride atop him. Diana shuddered at the thought.

"As you can imagine," only too well thought Diana, "all of this was very exhilarating to be sat in this very booth with my lover at the time, clutching in my hand a small scrap of her most intimate clothing, knowing that moments before it had been pressed to her lips. Oh, how I wanted to bring that scrap to my face to inhale its scent."

Diana was now very aware of her own arousal and wondered if the smell of which that now caught in her flared nostrils could be detected by her companion. As she thought about it, she wasn't sure which would make her more disappointed. If he could, she would be disappointed that she was being so blatant in her reactions to his words. If he could not, she was disappointed that he might not realise the effect that those words were having upon her.

"And it didn't end there; once more Sarah sat back in her seat with her foot in my lap and spread her legs wider. This time she asked me if I still wanted guess or were the clues now too obvious to make the game interesting. Of course, I replied that just because the evidence was strong, it didn't mean that I wasn't interested in the proof. And it was at that point that our main courses arrived and we momentarily resumed respectability."

And would you have it, as had been the case in the tale, Diana and Steve's main courses arrived with some furtive glances by the serving staff as they presented each dish. Diana had no recollection of her meal. It might have been wonderful. It might have been awful. She despatched each mouthful, barely chewing and stared into Steve's eyes, lamenting the fact that only women can multi task and so Steve was incapable for continuing the story whilst he was eating.

With the risotto disposed of, Diana excused herself to go to the washroom. She noticed that Steve was the kind of gentleman who stood to allow her to leave and the type of red blooded male that stared at her departing rear profile as she did so.

Cocooned in the toilet stall, Diana was having trouble thinking straight. God she needed to get laid and jeez was she attracted to him but she only met him a few hours ago. Was she really the sort to throw herself at a comparative stranger?

Absentmindedly her coral nails brushed the slope of her breast through the satin of her blouse. She was expecting a tingle of excitement but what she got was a jolt of desire that puckered up her areola like the Blackpool Tower. Her other hand moved South along her hip line until it reached the rouched gathering of her skirt at her waist and carried on her the strip of thigh at the top of her stockings. She ran the back of her fingers along the smooth skin there and contemplated her next move.

Before she could think about it and therefore talk herself out of it, she shucked her way out of the bra and shuffled out of her panties. The bra went into her handbag, but her thong went into her waistband.

She finished up and returned to the table. Once more, Steve stood until she was seated. On the walk across the room, Diana felt the freedom of fewer items of underwear. Her stiffened nipples now chafed in the most delightful way against the satin. She had decided not to be as obvious as Steve's previous companion, so she sat down without touching or teasing him. Plenty of time for that later, she thought.

"I approve." Steve said as she sat down.

"Of what?" Diana replied, her breath catching in her throat.

"Of your more liberated look. You should never wear a bra again. Your breasts are too spectacular." Diana blushed and squirmed in her seat before picking up Steve's napkin from the table, taking her thong from her waistband, hiding it in the folds of the napkin and placing it in Steve's lap. "I'm glad that you approve" and as she spoke, her palm patted on the fabric bulge and squeezed the bulge beneath.

Steve just smiled, enjoying her touch. Under cover of that napkin, he slid his zipper down slowly so as not to make too much noise and then stuffed her panties inside the gap. "Now, just imagine if it were more than just our underwear that was getting this intimately acquainted?" Diana had been imagining that very thing on and off all evening and was finding it hard to stay in control of her libido, which was telling her to resume stroking and caressing her breasts and thighs.

"I am. And I'm pleased that you approve of my appreciation of your story. Tell me what you think of my interpretation?" and with that Diana's self control cracked and her left hand slid into her open blouse and cupped her naked breast. She was glad that after her surgery, she had lost none of the sensitivity in them. They felt natural and at this moment, they felt good to be fondled. The slip slide of her satin blouse across them as she did so added another dimension to the arousal and once more her areolae stiffened in appreciation of the attention and now the rest of her breast felt engorged too.

"I'm glad that you're enjoying this Diana. You are aren't you?" Diana thought that this was the most pointless question she had heard but she indulged him by nodding and letting out a low moan in affirmation. Because she was enjoying it, she abandoned any pretence of resistance to his charms.

First, Diana ran the tip of her tongue across her teeth and upper lip, which was freshly glossed with her red lipstick since her trip to the bathroom, and blew him a kiss.

Next she tried to mimic Sarah's reclined pose, lying back with her head on the back of the seat, her blonde hair cascading off her shoulders and on to the leather and parting her legs.

Diana took a gulp to steady her nerves and maintain her courage before gripping the edge of her skirt's wrap over and pulled it up and away from the other side. The result being a tantalisingly slow reveal of her stocking clad leg, then her stocking top and then her suspender belt stretched taut over her thigh, also exposed and then finally Diana dived in to the decadence of the moment to expose her naked, shaved pussy.

"Outstanding." Was Steve's first word as he fixed his gaze between Diana's legs. She continued her descent into wanton exhibitionism once she was satisfied that her skirt would stay in place, by cupping her palm over her labia.

Diana could feel the blood pumping beneath her fingers as she became swollen with desire, then pressed her middle fingers harder to invade herself, exploring and teasing her most sensitive nerve endings, feeling how lubricated she had become with arousal. In that moment, the restaurant faded far into the background. There were no other diners, no staff, no one around her but the man that she wanted, no needed to please and whose attention she wanted to feel.

Of this, Diana was more than successful. She had Steve's full attention and he watched as she played with herself in front of him. Every once in a while, a sigh or moan escaped her lips or he caught a brief snatch of her musk. Or as he smiled at the thought, a snatch of her snatch.

When she saw the smile, Diana fixed her gaze onto Steve's eyes, looking deep into them as she withdrew her fingers and brought them to her lips. She licked and sucked at them, smearing her lipstick slightly and tasting her excitement. Steve raised an eyebrow in silent query and she gracefully returned her fingers to her honey pot.

In rapt appreciation of her display, Steve watched as Diana pleasured herself again and then extended her arm to him, fingers outstretched. Steve slid closer and grasped her wrist, drawing her fingers to his mouth before enveloping them in his mouth. It was his turn to suck and taste her now.

Steve decided to press his luck and see how debauched Diana could be in a public place. In moving closer to suck her fingers, the distance between them was reduced. Staring into Diana's eyes, Steve slid his other hand along Diana's thigh until he replaced her fingers with his own, touching and exploring her for the first time. Both of them hoping that it would not be the last time that he fingered her this evening.

In response, Diana bit her bottom lip to stifle the moan that escaped and copied his move, running her palm down his thigh, which felt well defined with muscle, and through his still open fly.

Diana's fingers slipped around Steve's erection through his boxers and started to stroke him, feeling the suppressed power of his desire in her palm. Now their eyes locked on the other's as they pleasured the other with their fingers, rubbing, stroking, squeezing and teasing. Each of their fingers' getting wetter and wetter as their partner's sex organs lubricated ready for the main event. If this was foreplay, neither could wait for what could follow.

Caught completely by surprise, Diana's eyes flared wide, pupils dilated as her orgasm took hold. Her thighs, labia and everything beneath shivered and convulsed and her mouth went dry. Diana's heart was pumping hard and the blood was thumping in her ears. All her senses were heightened as she was inundated with the sounds of those around her, the brightness of the lights in the restaurant, the smell of her own arousal and the discarded plates of food on their table and a salty, iron-like taste that she now had in her mouth.

"Well," said Steve, "someone's enjoying themselves. Shall we take this party on to a more secluded spot?" The question was so obvious as to not need answering; the edge in Steve's voice betrayed his crumbling self control and the desire that had built over the course of their time together.

Diana stood and walked to the lifts, making a conscious effort to sashay her behind to tease and tempt Steve to focus his attention on her and to follow. As she waited for the lift, Steve charged the meal to his room and asked for another bottle of champagne with glasses and an ice bucket to be delivered.

The lift arrived and they stepped in to its mirror-chrome interior. No sooner had the doors sighed shut than they were clinched together in a lover's embrace. Steve's hand roamed Diana's curves, bust, waist, hips and buttocks. Diana lifted her leg to wrap herself around Steve's hip. This caused her dress to part and for her naked thighs to press against him.

The first kiss between couples can sometimes be a nervous, tentative occasion, fraught with the possibility of disaster. This was no such occasion and their lips, tongue and mouth melted together as they explored the other's.

All too soon the lift heralded its arrival at their floor and once more the door sighed open, forcing them to admit that the journey was over and time to exit.

Diana leant her head on Steve's shoulder, with her hand on his chest, gazing up into his eyes as he slipped his card key into the door lock.

The door clicked open, "Welcome to the pleasure dome." And Steve held the door open to admit her into his room...

Diana stepped over the threshold, slipping out of her shoes as she did so, cursing herself that they were not more exotic or impressive. She wanted to come across as cosmopolitan and alluring in Jimmy Choo's or Christian Louboutin's and instead she was wearing her Marks & Spencer's finest court shoes. They had a heel but nothing to get men drooling over.

Steve clicked the door shut behind them, flicking the lock over, kicking his shoes off in one movement before wrapping his arm around Diana's waist and pulling her close, squeezing the air from her lungs and quenching any resistance she might have felt. Steve thrust his leg between Diana's thighs and pressed her to the wall behind the door, using his other foot to kick her feet apart. This caused the gap in Diana's skirt to widen and Steve took the opportunity to guide his hand beneath the fold and stroke the silken thigh beneath. Steve's fingers caressed the tops of Diana's stockings, sliding beneath the taut elastic of her suspenders and caressing the exposed flesh.

Like lovers from the dawn of time, they assumed the classic positions. Diana pressed herself against the wall, head lifted towards the heavens, neck wantonly flaunted expecting to be kissed, breasts roused and nipples hardened, feet planted on the floor but legs spread, ready to welcome him deeper into her embrace.

For his part, Steve bent his head to Diana's collar and nuzzled against her neck and along her jaw to her ear, drawing gasps of anticipation as he did so. His hands swiftly unbuckled and snapped his belt free from its loops, dropping it to the floor. One leg between Diana's thighs became two, pressing his insistent erection to her sex. Steve's hands were busy, stroking and scratching Diana's buttocks, hips and thighs both directly on flesh and through the jersey wrap of her skirt, knowing that there was no other fabric, no scrap of anything beneath that skirt and Diana's engorging, glistening vagina.

All of a sudden, Steve stepped back half a step and sat on his haunches. His face was level with the union of Diana's thighs, his hands pulled the snug fitting wrap of her skirt wide and tucked it up over her hips. Steve placed his palms on Diana's thighs, his fingers spread wide to her hips and his thumbs insinuated themselves toward Diana's labia.

The air in the room grew thick as Diana's arousal grew, her heartbeat grew faster, her breath caught in her throat, her lips dried and she heard blood pumping in her ears, the same blood that throbbed in her temples, areola and labia. Diana stared into the distance without seeing as she felt Steve's mouth move closer to her sexual core.

For a split second, Diana was relieved that she was freshly waxed and shaved as she felt her most intimate area exposed to Steve's gaze and attentions. His tongue tip pressed to her skin, which goose fleshed in response, tasting the salty sheen of her desire.

Diana clenched her fist and banged the wall before gripping Steve's hair and pulling his head harder to her screaming pussy, begging him to probe deeper with his tongue and provide her with some relief.

Steve settled in to his appreciation of Diana as he lapped, licked and kissed Diana most intimately and then sucked his fingers to get them wet before pressing two deep within Diana's folds. Once embedded, he twisted and turned them to rub as many pleasure spots as he could reach. He stroked the ridged flesh, the smooth flesh. His thumb reached to the slick flesh between her vagina and anus and rubbed.

If Diana thought that she was having a good time up until that point, once Steve started teasing her ass, it really dialled it up a notch. It wasn't something that she indulged in very often, except for perhaps allowing one of her girlfriends to stray from the front to the back with their vibrators.

The combination of Steve's attentions to her pleasure centres was driving Diana over the edge and as she gasped for breath, Diana exploded in ecstasy and came in Steve's face as he lapped at her climactic essence.

Still giddy from her orgasm, Diana was scooped up in Steve's arms and taken to the bed. Contrary to the gallantry that Steve had shown until now, he unceremoniously threw Diana down, dragged her by the heels until her buttocks rested on the edge and then pulled her feet up in one hand to tug her skirt out from underneath her with the other. The speed and physicality of Steve's moves left Diana taken aback. Had she managed to recover yet from just coming in his face, she would definitely be breathless now. He was so assured, so masculine in claiming her as his own, so certain in what he was doing. Steve's actions were sending all the right signals to fuel her arousal and now Diana stared in lust as Steve pulled off his shirt and pushed his trousers down.

Diana was pleased to see the size of the bulge throbbing against Steve's jersey boxers. She was obviously not the only one turned on by the encounter and her desire grew as Steve returned to his knees. Diana prepared herself to be loved again as her legs slipped over his shoulders, her ankles locked behind Steve's back as she pulled him closer.

Steve's mouth returned to the scene of his earlier passions as once more he licked, sucked, gently nibbled and tongued her as intimately as he had done against the wall. In this position however, his hands were also free to please his companion. Steve's palms caressed Diana's buttocks and his thumbs pulled them apart to give his face deeper access to her. Steve's nose found Diana's clitoris and joined in concerto with his tongue now probing deep against the top of her labia and beneath and one, no two of his fingers inserted beneath them to tease and stroke her, twisting and rubbing as much and as deeply as he could reach.

Not yet returned to normal from her last climax, Diana was rapidly climbing back up to her next when she felt something different, something unexpected, and something more intimate than usual. Steve had his thumb at Diana's puckered anus and had gently pushed and insinuated past the first knuckle. Not only that, but Steve was now trying to bring thumb and forefinger together, as he would for an "O.K." gesture but now he had Diana's moist flesh between them as he rubbed the two together.

As Steve continued his assault on Diana's pleasure points, clitoris, labia, g-spot and anus, she yielded to another orgasm. Diana grabbed Steve's head, pushing him hard against her skin, almost suffocating him, embedding her fingers in his hair and squeezing her thighs tight and pressing her ankles into his back.

Steve felt Diana's second climax of the evening peak and crash, like a wave on a sun drenched Hawaiian beach. He pulled back and looked up at the flushed flesh of Diana's thighs, shoulders and neck, as glimpsed through her blouse and Diana's face.

With an economy of movement that comes from self assurance and determination that comes from single-mindedness of purpose, Steve stood and his boxers were now at his ankles and kicked off, Diana's blouse was unbuttoned and tossed aside. Having removed her bra earlier in the evening, Diana lay before Steve in just her stockings and suspenders. She felt completely exposed but completely at ease as the with the concluding actions of Steve's moves, his throbbing, dripping penis pressed once, twice against Diana's engorged sex and then with a huge sigh, she felt it gain entrance and in one stroke, she was filled by him.

"Oh God! That's good. Oh God! Yes. Fuck! That's good. Fuck me please. Just fucking fuck me and make me cum again. Please. Fucking please. Just fucking fuck me again. I need to fucking cum again. Oh fuck. Oh God. PLEEEEASE!!"

Heeding her Diana's please, taking the time only to whisper, "My pleasure", Steve gripped Diana's legs and buried himself deep within. He looked down at her, matching the lust in her eyes with his own. He watched her breasts bounce and undulate as his actions shook her back and forth on the bed. His desire and her climaxes meant that they were both more than ready to embark on full, deep, consensual sex. This wasn't love making, this was sex. Each thrust was met with a slick slap of flesh on flesh. Skin on skin as her thighs and buttocks bounced against his thighs and his ball sac swung beneath them, pressing against her perineum.

Diana could feel the heavy, swollen contents of each testes and she suddenly realised that the implications of that. There would be sperm in those testes, potent baby-making sperm that could make her pregnant. Her fallow spell of male companions had made her blasé about her birth control routine. She honestly couldn't remember how close she was to her last or next period. She knew that she had skipped at least three or four of this month's pills.