The restaurant was on a private island of none other than Richard A. Tingle. The same man who loved hearing people call him Dick Tingle, especially when they were naked and participating in one of his eccentric sexual games, contests or activities. He was rich beyond anyone's idea and his island had spectacular sexual experiences waiting for anyone who loved unusual sex and a large wallet.
The restaurant's name fit. Je Suis Le Repas Sexuel. I am the sex meal.
The set up of the restaurant and it's tables and chairs were a story in themselves. No plates are ever served at these tables. Instead, each table has an opening in the surface of the table in front of each chair where a plate would be. To each side of that opening and beneath the table in front of each chair are holsters for 2 feet. One holster on each side of where the chair would sit but facing outward so they could not be for the person sitting in the chair. They were not holsters that held someone in, but rather footrests.
Looking under the table gave a fuller picture. Under each opening on the surface of the table, was a cushioned platform the length of an adult, that went uphill towards the edge of the table and where the holsters were. The platforms under the table became the highest and most level with the table at the edge where a plate would normally sit. There were also 2 very comfy looking bean bag chairs sitting placed in front of each chair on the floor.
It was almost time to open for the night and the staff was getting ready. Each table had a number of people working it. There was of course, the wait staff. Then there were the people who would eat at the table and then the 3rd group of people were the plates. Yes the plates. More on that soon.
John and Star got there a bit early for their reservation but were seated soon after arriving. They were guests on Dick Tingle's island and had already been through the orientation, preparation, permission signing and were looking forward to a night of odd and extreme sexual intensity and amazing food. They had both been in Dick's sexy competitions in the past and knew he never disappointed in his creativity and unique sexual experiences. It was their first time eating at this restaurant so this would be a new experience.
They got to the table and noticed the openings in the top where the plates should be. On the right side where you would normally see forks and knives, instead, they saw 2 kinds of feathers, what looked like a small black fly swatter with a small top, a few clips, like snack bag clips and a small narrow roller with a handle. There were also a few ramekins with some different colored sauces in them. They smelled good.
In the kitchen and backstage area, there was another group of people getting prepared for the meal activity. These people were also prior guests of Dick's competitions and island sexual events and all were prepared, oriented, had signed permission and were beyond excited about what this new experience was going to be like.
Each of these people had to go through a process before the meal. They needed cleaned and placed according to a certain standard. There were 50 men and 50 women. Dick Tingle came in the room and asked for everyone's attention. It got quiet. He asked for those who were at heterosexual tables to go to the right side of the room and those at the gay tables to the left. Each person who made reservations would tell their preference so their night would be to their liking. Once people had moved to the correct side of the room, another group of people walked to each group and began to remove their clothing for them. Each person's clothing was placed into a clean bag and locker. The process continued until the room was full of naked people.
The naked people were lead into another room which was a shower room. There were some people in that room wearing what looked like doctor's white, long coats and a large group of other people draped in plastic waterproof ponchos, carrying washcloths brushes and special soap bottles. Each naked person in the room was approached by someone carrying those brushes, soap and washcloths and the washing began.
The washing was quite erotic as plates need to be clean. Joanie was a plate and she was fast approached by a man who greeted her, introduced himself and quickly began to use the wet washcloth with a soapy foam on it on her tits, nipples, under her boobs and on her stomach. He rubbed rather hard and very medically. He was a man with a mission and not sexually into it. He asked her to stand close to the wall where the water spigot came out so he could rinse the sections.
For him, it wasn't sexual, but for her, as he rubbed that foam and washcloth into her nipples, she knew tonight was going to be hotter than hot. He re-foamed the wash cloth and began to rub it on her mound and in her slit. He was rubbing on her clit and it was making her crazy. She felt like cumming instantly but then he stopped and pulled the spigot out of the wall and hard spray rinsed her vagina. The hard water stream hammered her clit and she almost started cumming.
She looked around the room and saw everyone getting rubbed and washed clean. One woman could not hold out during her pussy wash and started cumming right next to Joanie. She watched as the woman's body convulsed in sexy waves and her tits bounced while nipples were hard as rocks. Yep. Was going to be one interesting evening.