I was having dinner with my long time girlfriend Cassie. It was a place we had seen many times but never tried. We had heard the food was pretty good, and it was. But it seemed to be more of a hangout than a restaurant. Our table was in the middle of the room. I sat facing the door, Cassie faced the back wall. Behind me was what seemed to be an office party of some sort.
Near the end of our meal, I glanced up to see a woman standing at the entrance. She was blonde and dressed in a black skirt with a cream colored silky blouse, and black stilettos. She was gorgeous and oozed sex appeal. Great legs and curves in all the right places. She stood with one hand on her hip looking around as if searching for someone. Immediately the group behind me started calling out. "Stacy!" "Hey Stacy over here!"
Then in a loud chorus three or four women from the group yelled out, "STACY WITH TWO E'S" and then they all broke out in hysterical laughter. Apparently some kind of inside joke that the rest of the patrons in the restaurant were not in on. The woman. apparently named Stacee, rolled her eyes and shook her head; then gave a small wave and headed for the back of the room.
Her body moved the way a woman's should. It quickly became apparent that she was braless. The way her blouse rippled and her breasts swayed and bounced when she moved proved one thing right away. She definitely didn't have Tupperware tit's. No silicon in that valley. Plastic doesn't move like that. She walked with confidence and allure. I am sure mine weren't the only eyes on this woman.
As she neared our table she looked right at me and gave me a smile that said, "If you were alone, you might have had a shot." At least that was the way I took it. As I was starting to turn and follow her with my eyes, a hand appeared in front of my face and fingers snapped twice. Shit.
"What the hell?" Cassie asked me, and the look on her face told me I was in for it big time.
I mumbled something about thinking I had seen someone I recognized, but Cassie wasn't buying it.
"Yeah, right." But as she said this I noticed her watching Stacee walk the rest of the way to her table. I wouldn't turn around, I was already in enough trouble, but the little arched eyebrow Cassie presented let me know I was missing quite a show. I gave Cassie my complete and undivided attention for the rest of the meal, but my mind watched Stacee walk towards me over and over and over. I also noticed that Cassie kept looking past me.
When the check came Cassie excused herself and headed to the back of the room. I started to freak a little but when I turned my head to see where she was headed I noticed with relief that she went straight to the ladies room. I quickly scanned the office party table but didn't see Stacee anywhere. A quick glance around showed that she was no longer in the room. She might have slipped past me at some point, I had made a serious effort at keeping my eyes from roaming to try and placate Cassie, but I doubt if she could have walked by without me noticing. Oh well, it's not like I could have done anything about it anyways. I loved Cassie and wasn't about to blow it with her.
She was gone for a long time and I was getting worried, but then eventually she came back to the table. I paid the check left a tip and we left. "So, do you want to go see a movie or would you rather go dancing?" I asked her.
"No, just take me home Jake." Crap, I knew she was pissed at me royally. She loved her night out nights.
Home was a half loft that Cassie made out of the second floor of a two story warehouse her grandfather had left her. The whole bottom floor she turned into a boutique that she opened and ran and the top floor she split into an apartment and a storage space.
When we got there, I let her out of the car. I was going to kiss her goodnight but she just blew past me and headed for the stairs. Jesus, she's really torqued off at me.
As I stood there starting to get seriously depressed, she turned and asked, "Well, you comin in or what?" Oh thank God, I heaved a huge sigh of relief and followed her up to her loft. Maybe I could still salvage this.
She let us in, turned on all the overhead lights and headed for the kitchen, I kicked off my shoes and hung my jacket on one of the clothes racks Cassie had around the loft in lieu of closets. She had brought up like six of these racks that she used downstairs in her shop and they were all full of her clothes. She even had one that was just for shoes.
There were no walls in the loft, it was just one big open space. The only exception being the curtained off bathroom. Most of the loft was filled with a huge brass bed. Across from the bed was a little area with a couple of lazy-boys a coffee table, a huge entertainment center against the wall with a flat screen TV. and a stereo, and a big furry rug covered in pillows where we would lay sometimes and watch movies.
After a quick trip to the toilet I came out to see that Cassie was putting together a little tray of fruit and cheese and opening a bottle of wine. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled her neck. When she sighed and leaned into me, I knew she wasn't really as pissed off as I had thought. I moved my hands up to caress her breasts. Kneading them and rubbing my fingers over her nipples through her dress and bra. She arched her back and brought her hands up behind her and ran them through my hair.
When my fingers went to the zipper on her dress, she spun around, grabbed me by my tie and led me to the bed. I couldn't hide my smile as this was turning out way better than I thought the night would just a short while ago. She released my tie and bent and opened one of her dresser drawers. She pulled out a large handful of silk scarves.
Now my smile went ear to ear. She had once let me tie her to the bed and I had always wanted to do it again. The sex that night had been incredible. It was a night that ran through my mind all the time...
I had tied her hands and feet to the bedposts and stood over her and looked down on her all spread eagled on the bed. I had taken one of the extra scarves and dangled it till it just barely touched her skin. I then dragged it lightly over her body, swirled it around her breasts and down her stomach.
Watching Cassie's reactions was an immense turn on. Every time she shivered, every time her eye lids fluttered, I felt a rush.
I swept the scarf down her body and over her mound. Her buttocks lifted off the bed as silk met curly down. After awhile, she started to beg me to fuck her. There is not much that is more erotic than hearing a woman whisper, "Please fuck me."
But I was getting off on this too much to have it end so soon. I laid the scarf down and slowly traced my hard cock in all the places I had first sent the scarf.
By the time I finally entered her she was more than ready for me.
