"How will I know it’s you?" my fingers deftly typed on my touch screen phone. "You’ll know it’s me." his text read. "By the way your skin tingles when I say your name. And by the way your nipples harden, simply by the feel of my breath on your neck."
I knew he was right. Even the mere thought of his breath on my neck was enough to make my nipples harden and my pussy very wet. Which isn’t entirely apropos while sitting in an upscale restaurant. Alone.
I placed my phone on the table and took another sip of my wine. Waiting.
After months of email communications, texting and the occasional phone call, I wondered what this evening will entail. Will I be awkward in my speech? Will I fidget? Will he find me attractive? Will I find him attractive?
I will soon find out.
As I let my eyes wander around the restaurant, I noticed a gentleman in the VIP area directly in front of me, sitting alone. I began to wonder if it was him when I could feel a presence approaching from behind. I stayed still as my pulse began to race. Looking around, I could see other dinner guests glancing my way with looks of both interest and awe. I felt my shoulders tense. My pulse throbbed in my ears. My head was swimming. Was it the wine? Or the anxiety of the coming evening?
I closed my eyes.
“Samantha” And there it was…. his voice, deep and smooth; confident, saying my name. And there was his breath, hot, as he placed a tender kiss on the back of my neck.
Goosebumps covered my skin, and my nipples indeed hardened into tight little nubs beneath my admittedly skimpy and form-fitting dress. My eyes remained closed as I felt a shiver radiate through my body. He placed his hands gently on my bare shoulders as he rounded my chair and took his in front of me.
“Open your eyes, Samantha” his voice was calm, yet demanding.
And there he is. Sitting in front of me. Everything I imagined. His chestnut colored hair, his broad shoulders, his strong jaw framing his lightly freckled face, his demeanor very confident in nature. Nothing could faze him. He stared at me. I could see the want and desire in his hazel eyes. It was evident.
I could feel my breasts rise and fall with my breathing. He didn’t take his eyes off mine, as I’m sure he was absorbing me as much as I was him. We didn’t need words now. We only needed to see, feel, taste. Anything else was simply a bonus.
Leaning forward, he took my hand in his and pulled me gently towards him.
"Where would you like this evening to go?". The combination of his touch and his whisper sent chills through my body once again.
I leaned back in my chair, and uncrossed my legs. His head tilted as his eyes left mine and trailed slowly down my torso and focused between my thighs. Seeing that I had no panties on, a smirk formed on his luscious lips as his gaze returned to mine.
He arched a brow as he took a drink from his water glass, still not taking his eyes off mine.
"I think we can manage something".
His hand returned to mine, softly caressing. His touch so comforting yet enticing. Sending noticeable tingles throughout my body. His other hand slowly began making its way up my inner thigh. The heat between my legs was palpable. My breathing became staggered as I watched his face. His eyes still locked onto mine, watching me, his fingers slowly and softly tickling my sensitive flesh.
Further and further his fingers traveled. Closer to the portal of my heady desire. What was he going to do? Get me off right here? In the middle of a high class restaurant? With all these people? Surely not….
He remained stoic in his demeanor. Not a trace of anything but determination on his face. His jaw clenched. His fingers searched. His other hand holding mine tight. He wasn’t about to let me slip out of his grasp. No.
My pulse raced. My cheeks flushed. I could feel the skin on my chest searing with both desire and embarrassment. His eyes, hard as stone now, still focused on mine. He was close. My free hand fumbled for my water glass. Grasping it, I took a swig as delicately as I could, refusing to break eye contact. Swallowing hard, I set the glass back down with a thud.
My lips parted. I gasped. My hand clenched into a fist. A barely audible whimper escaped my throat. My lips quivered.
His fingers separated my labia and immediately found my swollen clit, throbbing. It had been aching for his touch. His finger began to gently stroke the nub. Warm sensations encompassed my body like a wave.
I finally closed my eyes.
“Samantha.” his voice was raspy, and seemed to echo. I opened my eyes and looked back at him. He had moved closer to me, and stopped stroking my clit.
“Stay still, and keep your eyes on mine.” he quietly demanded.
I nodded and he began stroking my clit again. He watched me. Watched every tiny reaction on my face. My wide eyes, my glossed lips, my clenched jaw. Even the rapid pulse in my neck.
His finger began swirling around my clit now. Each pass of his finger sent a new wave of heat throughout my body. I remained as still as I could, watching him as he watched me. His eyes bore into me as he continued to massage my clit. Tiny quivers invaded my abdomen as I fought to keep from buckling under the pressure building up. His fingers would swipe down and back up between my inner labia and return to flirting with my hard clit. Gasps escaped my mouth. I licked my lips. My breath was rhythmic and heavy.
Another swipe of his finger and this time he slid it inside me. My breath hitched. He watched me struggle to keep my composure. Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear “You are very wet Samantha. This pleases me.”
Sitting back up, his fingers returned to my clit, pressing harder, and circling faster. My breaths became rapid, my eyes fluttered slightly and I licked my lips again. I felt my skin flushing and I’m sure it shimmered in the candle light with hints of perspiration. And he continued to watch me. The expression on his face remained unchanged: calm and determined.
But I could see his jaw clenching as he watched me. He watched me lick my lips, and his jaw clenched. He saw my eyes flutter, and his jaw clenched. He watched me bite my lip, and his jaw clenched. This was getting to him too. He couldn’t hide it.
Faster and faster his fingers danced around my clit. The molten heat building up in my abdomen was becoming too much. I gasped, I clenched my jaw, and I tightened my grip on his hand.
“Cum for me Samantha.” his voice was barely a groan in my ringing ears, but I heard him clearly. There he was, watching me as he was getting me off. I couldn’t fight it any longer. The heat, the prickles, the buzz, it all came together in my vagina and spread like fire through my abdomen and my legs. My belly clenched, and my pussy began to contract. My face grew hot, my eyes watered, my ears rang and I went flying.
Completely weightless while gravity held me to the chair, and to his touch. Heavy gasps filled the air, as he lunged forward and covered my mouth with his, trying to quiet my whimpers and cries. He slid his fingers inside me, as his tongue invaded my mouth. I groaned at the feeling of his fingers entering me, feeling my pussy spasm and squeeze around him. Liquid heat spilled out of me and he groaned in my mouth. His kiss deepened as he kept his fingers inside me. He held my head to him with his other hand and I gripped his thighs tight to steady myself.
There I was. Having an orgasm in a restaurant. Were all these people witnessing this? I didn’t care. I was in heaven. And I wanted to stay there.
As my orgasm faded, his kiss lessened in intensity and he slowly pulled away. His fingers remained inside me a moment longer, while I fought to catch my breath. My ears were still ringing. His free hand moved slowly down my neck, caressed my shoulder and returned to my hand as he gingerly removed his fingers from my still throbbing pussy.
"Open your eyes, Samantha" he was nearly as breathless as I was.
When I opened my eyes, the room was still spinning. It took a moment to regain my focus. My eyes darted around to the other guests. Nobody was watching. They all carried on with their own business. I returned my gaze to him. He was watching me very intently. He took the fingers he had inside me, and rubbed them on the rim of his water glass, then dipped them into the water.
My brow furrowed as I was trying to figure out what he was doing. He wiped his fingers on his napkin, then picked up his glass and drank. Every drop. A gasp escaped from my throat as my jaw dropped open. Eyes still on mine, he leaned forward and rasped, “You taste exquisite, Samantha. I want more.”
As I pulled back, he rose from his chair. He bent down and placed a kiss on my cheek. “I will see you in a few minutes.” His voice was soft yet I could hear a deep hunger as he spoke. And there he went, disappearing behind me.
Before I could begin to process what just happened and what I was supposed to do, I saw him walking toward me from the VIP area in front of me. Narrowing my eyes, I wasn’t sure I was really seeing him, since he just left in the opposite direction.
He approached me, with the same determined look on his face, and his strong, hazel eyes.
"Samantha" he said coolly as he took my hand and pulled me to my feet.
He saw the confusion on my face as he leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “I see you met my brother.” He whispered before pulling away.
My jaw slacked and my eyes widened. He chortled softly at my reaction.
"Twin. Come. Let’s not keep him waiting."
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I hope this happens at least once in my life.