Wherein the reader's patience is finally rewarded
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If I had read Carmen correctly, the expensive dinner was unnecessary. But it wasn't entirely for her. In fact, it was for the other three girls. These four women were friends and co-workers. They would talk.
At some point, they were going to compare notes - especially once one or more of them had slept with both of us. Massimo's style was the traditional 'Hello, I love you, bend over'. He could turn on the charm when he had to, but he wouldn't be able to sustain that for a year.
The other three girls knew Carmen. And by that, I mean they knew that she would probably jump my bones if I invited her to the laundromat. She was a hot wench with a ravenous appetite. But I was going to treat her like a queen. Wining, dining, and pampering.
When I arrived to pick Carmen up for our date, I almost changed my mind. She wore a black sheath dress, which clung tightly to all of her curves. It had two thin shoulder straps, which had their work cut out for them if they were going to support that magnificent bosom. And the dress had a zipper down the front!
Carmen had already unzipped the first few inches, so that she was showing a good six inches of mouth-watering cleavage. No bra. She also wore a beaten gold necklace, and large hoop earrings. Her make-up was tastefully done, accentuating her beautiful green eyes. Her lipstick was perfect: a deep red, but not too bright.
- "You look ... phenomenal." I breathed.
- "That was the reaction I was aiming for." she admitted, with a grin.
We almost didn't make it out of her apartment. I wanted to ravish her right there. But anticipation makes everything sweeter ... and the reservation had cost me a hundred bucks.
We took a taxi, because I planned to have several drinks. The poor driver had his eyes glued to the rear-view mirror; it's a miracle that we got to the restaurant without an accident.
The Chez Maurice lived up to its reputation. It was scandalously expensive, and the waiters acted as if they alone understood fine cuisine, so that it was painful for them to have to serve riff-raff and lowly peasants such as us.
But the decor was sumptuous, luxurious and elegant. And the food was heavenly. Carmen, normally so aggressive, seemed unsure about what to order. Or perhaps she was concerned about the strain on my budget. I put her mind at rest by ordering oysters and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
- "Did somebody win the lottery?" she asked, with her eyebrows arched.
- "I certainly did." I replied. "I'm here with you, aren't I?"
- "Good answer." she said.
- "You changed your hair." I stated.
- "Yes, it's a bit darker." she admitted. "Very observant."
I was quite proud of that achievement. With those bountiful breasts threatening to spill out of the top of that dress, it was a miracle that I could still form words. I had a mental image of pulling Carmen under the tablecloth and having my way with her.
The meal was excellent. We had another bottle of wine to accompany it, and I was feeling pleasantly buzzed. It was not part of the plan to get Carmen drunk; but alcohol, in the correct amount, does wonders for me in the sexual stamina department. With this bombshell panting at me across the table, I was going to need all the help I could get.
By mutual agreement, we skipped dessert. She was as eager to get home as I was. Once in the taxi, we were all over each other. She had her hand in my lap and her tongue halfway down my throat the moment I told the driver her address. I got that zipper down an extra few inches and finally had my hand on her magnificent tits.
She groaned into my mouth. A few seconds later, I did the same as she undid
my
zipper and slid her hand into my underwear.
- "Mmmm ..." she moaned as her fingers encircled my rock-hard dick.
Somehow, I managed to keep my composure. It was no part of the plan to fuck her in the back of a taxi. I gently removed her hand from my pants.
- "Awww..." she protested, half-heartedly.
- "I want you." I whispered in her ear. "But not here. Not with an audience." Our cab driver was being remarkably discreet, and keeping his eyes on the road - most of the time.
- "Ooh - an audience. That could be ... kinky." she said, softly.
- "Not the first time. I want you all to myself." I whispered. Then I licked and nibbled on her ear lobe, to keep her motor running.
I think we ran from the cab to the door of her apartment building. I can't remember that part. I do know that the driver got a healthy tip. Altogether, this evening had cost me almost $500. But it was worth every penny.
Carmen didn't wait for the elevator door to close before she was on me. She had my zipper down and her hand in my pants within seconds. I grabbed twin handfuls of her ass and pulled her to me. She stumbled a bit, and nearly dragged me down with her. Instead I held onto her, but we both crashed into the wall of the elevator, our bodies pressed tightly together.
She giggled into my mouth as she sucked at my tongue.
Somehow, we got from the elevator to her door without tripping or losing any of our clothing. At the door, Carmen handed me her key, while she bent down and undid the straps on her high heels. As I got the door open, she stepped inside and threw her shoes into a corner. She turned and body-slammed me into the back of the door. Her lips were on mine, and her whole body glued to me.
Then, suddenly, she stepped back. Carmen had a wild look in her eyes. She unzipped the front of her dress, and with both hands pulled it wide open.
