Stranger (12 page)

“Please tell us about your specials tonight,” he asks sitting back casually in his chair pulling the waiters attention back to him, power, seduction, and confidence oozing from him.  I can clearly see its good being him sometimes.  And he knows it.  The poor kid has just been dissed.  Politely, yes, but dissed none the less.  The young man expertly goes through the list not taking his eyes off the image of male perfection sitting next to me.  I don’t have a coherent idea as to what he’s just said, Marco’s hand on my thigh has my complete attention.

Marco leans forward crossing his other arm in front of him so his hand is dangling off the table in front of my chest and turns his face to me.

“May I order for both of us tonight, Elizabeth?  I believe I know what you like.”  His fingertips on my inner thigh butterfly upward over my sex.

My breath catches in my throat and my hips squirm under the table as I cross my legs.  “Yes, please do.”  All of my focus has just pinpointed to that spot between my legs where the flame has just been stoked as desire threatens to consume me.  Just that slight touch has me spinning.

“The lady will have, (in my head he says ‘my cock in that wet hot pussy’ and I reply, ‘Yes, please, all of it’), the Chicken Orecchiette and I will have the Seared Maine Scallops.  Some wine, Elizabeth?”  His hand squeezes my thigh.

“Yes...,” the single word has so much meaning and he smirks at me.

“And a bottle of the Vigne Del Borgo.  Thank you.”

“Thank you, sir.  I’ll bring your wine.”  The boy is flustered.  I’m sure he can sense the sexual tension searing between Marco and I.  I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s getting hard.

Marco hands him the menus with his one hand, the other never leaving my leg.  He returns his hand to hang in front of me again and brings his face close to my ear.  His fingertip brushes against my nipple and instinctively I move into it.

“Open your legs for me, Elizabeth.  Tonight is for experiencing.”  His face is so close I can feel his warm breath on my skin and my body is screaming to feel his tongue there.

My eyelids dip in desire, a small sigh comes from my slightly parted lips and I do as he asks.  He has complete control over me.  And I am intoxicated.

“Good.  Elizabeth, look at me.”

My eyes open and I look deeply into his searing gaze. 

“I am your slave, Elizabeth.  All I want is to bring you pleasure.”

“I’m yours, you have complete control over me, Marco.”

“Are you, Elizabeth?” he whispers seductively in my ear as his fingers barely graze over my wetness. 

My legs open wider begging for more as his fingertips brush my nipple again.  I am in ecstatic agony not being able to react, I’m completely at his mercy.  And it’s incredible.

“I want more, baby.  I want it all.”  His whisper is a demand. 

My breathing is heavy with each lift of my chest touching my rock hard nipple against his perfectly placed finger and its exquisite torture.

The waiter returns with the wine.  Marco sits back in his chair as he uncorks the bottle and pours a taste for him.  He looks controlled and relaxed and inside I’m a writhing animal in heat. 

“I’m sure it’s fine, thank you,” he says smoothly with his hand still between my legs.  In my mind I’m sprawled out on the table and he’s fucking me senseless and not one person in the restaurant notices.

The waiter pours two glasses for us and makes a hasty retreat.

We take our glasses, each studying the other, holding them up slightly as in a toast and we drink. I take my hand and place it on his thigh.  His hand moves from my leg to my hand and shifts them back to my leg, his hand over mine, and begins to slowly move my fingers up my thigh with his.

“Feel what I feel.”  Holy shit!  He’s going to make me touch myself with him, right here in front of everyone. 

He pushes our pinkies to brush along my panty line, then feathering the wet lips.  My hips react to the erotic touch gyrating slightly.

“Do you like touching yourself with me?”

I can’t answer, not with words.  My body reacts and he senses it.  He sees it with my tongue wetting my lips.  He feels it with the fresh escape of wetness seeping from me, and he hears it in my heavy breathing.

“Do you want to make me cum now, Marco?” my words come out in a pant.

“No, baby, I want to make you want to cum all night until it’s time.”  He is sinfully wicked and I’m a puppet in his masterful hands.

He lifts my hand from my lap, brings it to his lips and kisses it then places it back on the table.  With one long arm snaking behind my chair he places his hand on my back, sliding it inside my dress until his fingers are caressing under my breast.

“You look radiant, Elizabeth.”

“Thank you, Marco.”  I cannot move.  I’m frozen with the onslaught of sensations I’m experiencing.  “You were right, Marco.”

“Right about what, baby?”  Leaning his face into my neck, his breath is a warm ghost of a caress on my cool flesh.

“That tonight is for experiencing.”  My voice is low and husky.

Bringing his face to mine he kisses me lightly on the lips.  He is making love to me completely right here in the most deliciously delicate way and I am melting into his seduction.

“The night is still young, love.”  And his lips perk up sadistically.  The seductive Peggy Lee’s Fever is embracing us, What a Lovely Way to Burn.

Our meal arrives and we share our food like long time lovers.

Back in the car Marco pulls me to him so I’m leaning in the crook of his arm while the backs of his fingers stroke my neck.  Joe has classical music playing softly, low enough so we can speak comfortably but high enough giving us a sense of privacy.

“We’re going to listen to some Puccini at Thalian Hall.  I hope you like it.”

“I love classical music although I can’t identify any of the pieces.”

“It’s strong and romantic.  I think you’ll enjoy yourself.”

Why do I know there’s more to that statement than just the performance?

The theater is small and beautifully intimate.  They’ve kept the feel of the original décor with the deep red curtains, gold burnishing’s throughout and crushed red velvet seats.  It’s breathtaking.  Marco’s reserved box seats for us and we are alone there.  The lights dim and the orchestra and performers are introduced as we take our seats in the darkness. 

Marco leans into me and whispers in my ear, “Take off your panties.”

My eyes shoot open and my mouth forms a silent O.  After a pause I slide the thong down my legs and over my feet without turning my face towards him.  He holds out his hand and I look at it.  He wants me to give the soaking wet thing to him. I place them in his outstretched hand and he holds them to his face smiling sadistically...then he breathes in deeply and pockets them in his jacket.  He puts his arm around my back making little circles with his thumb against my bare flesh and turns his face forward as the music begins. I’m still staring at him completely in shock.  And his wicked smile gets even bigger.

It’s absolutely beautiful.  The music is a journey from soft, to melancholic, to intense and reverberating, I feel it in depths of my soul.  The tenor and soprano are superb only adding life to the music. 

I have no idea when Marco’s hand slid inside my dress from my back.  His strokes are the music in movement.  They caress my skin softly then build in intensity as the score surges.  The sensation as he pinches my nipple when the music crashes makes me throw my head back and gasp loudly.  It’s the most complete seduction I have ever experienced.

The music lows to deep and intense.  Marco’s hand is now on my knee and my heart is racing.  He kneads my flesh deeply then strokes it softly moving up my thigh.  The tempo builds.  I spread my legs wide and arch my back.   The strings join in with a surging force.  Gentle strokes across my wet labia lips.  The tenor begins to sing passionately with a deep sadness.  A finger is circling my clit enticing my hips to sway with it.  The soprano sings to her lover matching his intensity.  A finger is stroking inside of me.  Meeting the stroking movements that are taking me higher, gripping the sides of the chair fiercely, he’s fucking me and I fuck him back lost in the music.  The winds join in and the music explodes.  He grasps my clit between his fingers and rubs it between them and I cum throwing my head back and clenching my teeth holding the scream in that is bursting from my lungs.  The audience stands erupting into applause and Marco and I look at each other, our faces masked with passion.  His fingers are still on my clit rocking my body with its pulsing orgasm.  Cupping my soaking wet sex in his palm, he brings me back down to earth gently.   He takes his hand from me and licks his fingers, my body entirely flushed with desire.

We stand and he straightens my dress.  I’m still vibrating from the overload of sensations.

“Common Elizabeth.  I need to be inside you. Now.”

In the car Marco caresses me lightly stroking my bare flesh and brushing his fingertips against my taut nipples.  His arousal is obvious with the huge bulge in his pants and I can’t wait to have what’s under it buried deep inside of me.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asks quietly holding me close.

“I believe that was the best show I’ve ever experienced, thank you.”  The desire in my voice is evident.

He puts his hand under my chin and turns my face to him, “The pleasure was all mine,” his voice gravelly, full of need.  His mouth comes down possessively on mine.  His lust looks for fulfillment with his tongue stroking mine, licking it and devouring my mouth.

Joe pulls up in front of my apartment.  Marco looks deep into my eyes waiting for an invitation.  Does he tell the driver to leave?

“Please come in, Marco,” I almost pant with the anticipation of what will happen behind my closed door as memories of the breakfast bar send ripples through me.

Turning to the driver and opening the door he says, “Good night, Joe.  Thanks for everything tonight.  I’ll call you again soon.”

“Of course, Marco.  Have a pleasant evening.”

“Good night, Joe.  And thank you,” I say trying to control my emotions.

“You too, Miss Elizabeth, and you’re most welcome.”

Marco gets out and holds his hand for me pulling me from the car.  I can see in his eyes he can’t wait any longer.

Once inside he pushes me against the door, one foot spreads my legs and his hands are on my shoulders pushing my dress down.  It stops at my wrists and waist exposing my heavy bare breasts as they point to him wanting to be in his mouth.  His lips latch on to one as he pulls his jacket off and throws it to the floor.  Sucking and biting one nipple, one hand goes to the other breast squeezing the swollen flesh and pinching the nipple, as his other lifts my skirt and thrusts a finger inside my soaking wet hole.  My dress is acting as a bind pinning my arms down, preventing me from touching him.  I push myself into his mouth and hands.  I can’t get enough of him.  He’s so primal in his need and it makes me wild.

“Fuck, Elizabeth, I’ve got to have you.  Right.  Now!” he growls.

“Stop, Marco.”

And he abruptly lifts himself from me staring into my eyes with an animal hunger.  My hands lift to unbutton his shirt and I begin to walk him back into the apartment.  The front of his shirt is open.  Lifting his arm I undo the cuff as his bottom hits the chair.  I take the other arm and do the same while pushing his feet apart with one foot.  He leans back as our eyes watch each other intently.  My lips part slightly and his jaw clenches.  Reaching down I scrape my nails from his balls all the way up his erection.  He throws his head back as another deep growl comes from within him.

“This is mine and I’m going to take it...now.”

His head shoots back to face me fixing his eyes on mine wide with anticipation. 

I push his shirt roughly from his body scratching his skin lightly with my nails as they trail down to the button of his pants.  I don’t tease, I’m here to take what I want.  What he needs me to take.  I drop to my knees with my heels and dress still on and pull off his shoes and socks throwing them aside.  I raise my hands and grab both his slacks and boxers and yank them down releasing his raging hard-on and add them to the pile of clothes.  Taking hold of his cock with both hands I shove it all the way to the back of my hot mouth swallowing down on it, grabbing the head with my throat.

“Grrrrrrr!” he moans loudly and pushes deeper into me.

I begin to fuck his rock hard cock fast with my mouth, sucking it, licking it, swirling my tongue around the head.  I reach one hand down and squeeze his balls cupping them and moving them in my hands then lightly run my nails across the wrinkled skin,  My other hand is stroking his shaft, round and round, up and down.  Pulling my mouth off to flick my tongue in his hole, I run my hand over the head.  He’s oozing and I can feel his balls tighten in my hands as his shaft twitches.  He puts his hands on the sides of my head guiding my hot mouth down on him.  I suck in hard and wrap my tongue around the underside, pulling him all the way in again, clamping down on him in the back of my greedy mouth.

“I’m going to cum, baby!”

And I move faster urging him on.  He’s guiding me up and down his shaft, his hips thrusting as I hold his throbbing cock firm with both hands stroking him as my mouth sucks, licks and swallows him.