Seductive Erotica
"Date Night"
a sex story Darke Conteur
The wine held a woody aftertaste Brie didn’t especially care for, yet she refused to let her taste in beverages ruin any anticipation she held for the night. This was her first date in years. Something she thought she put behind her when she got married, but things change, and now she found herself having dinner in an expensive restaurant with a very attractive man.
She watched him closely as he rested into the high-back dining chair, listening intently to the topic of conversation. Jonathan Frey was good looking for his age. Handsome, and a fine dresser, his toned physique hinted he was a man who took care of himself. She didn’t even mind the touch of gray at his temples, which only deepened his overall attractiveness to her.
Brie shifted in her seat, slightly uncomfortable in her thigh-high leather boots. Her best friend insisted she wear them out. Black leather boots and a tear-away skirt drove men crazy, and it had been years since she wore anything sexy. At least since before the kids were born.
Brie leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. Her shift in position caused the leather to pinch at the soft flesh of her inner thigh, and she discreetly lowered her hand under the table, pulling up one side of her skirt and sliding it between the folds of material. She tugged on the cuff of the boot, hoping to ease the discomfort. One finger brushed slightly against her skin, and sent a tingle up the inside of her thigh. She glanced quickly around the dining room, embarrassed at the slip, but relaxed as no one seemed to have noticed.
She focused back on Jonathan, listening to his conversation, but her eyes wandered and she found herself focusing on the way his mouth moved. His lips were moist and full as he formed his words, and his tongue darted between his teeth. She gently stroked the inside of her leg just above her boot, sending another tingle up her thigh, but this time, it stirred an excitement within her she hadn’t felt in a long time. Brie uncrossed her legs, letting them fall open a little, and moved her finger slowly up her thigh. No longer focused on what he was saying, instead, she watched his mouth move. She felt the excitement build a little more with each stroke. A gentle throbbing between her legs drove her on until she reached the soft lace of her panties. Heat enveloped her crotch as her finger stroked the material, sending a pulse of excitement through her body. She raised her free hand to her chin, resting her head in the palm of her hand as her legs inched open. She pretended to listen to the conversation as her finger delved between her panties and played with her pussy.
“What do you think?”
Startled, Brie quickly moved her hand to the cuff of her boot. “I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head. “My mind seemed to wander off. What was the question?”
Jonathan laughed and looked up at the young woman standing alongside the table. “No dessert, thanks.” He scanned the dining area. “Maybe we should call it a night.”
“Sounds good,” Brie smiled, flushed over her unseen movements. “I’m sure the staff wants us out of here so they can clean up.”
Jonathan took out his wallet and let it flop open on the table as he signaled their waitress. Brie glanced down at wallet, noticing a picture of him and a young girl wearing a shirt with the name Megan embroidered on the front. She grinned as she noticed the laughing eyes on the child, and how much she looked like Jonathan.
Brie stood. Her arousal ebbed as she draped her cape over her shoulder. “It was a very nice dinner. Thank you.”
“No, thank you.” Jonathan handed a credit card to the waitress. “It’s been a while since I’ve had such wonderful company for dinner.”
Brie blushed, and a spark of arousal raced through her. Jonathan paid the bill then followed Brie to the entrance. She reached out and entwined her arm with his, taking a whiff of his aftershave. The musky smell suited him and the scent was intoxicating. They walked, arm in arm to the parking lot. The cool night air was a refreshing change from the warm restaurant and she found the sudden change in temperature exhilarating.
“I can’t believe it’s so late.” she said, as they walked up to a black sports car. “I guess time does fly when you’re having fun.”
Jonathan pressed his key remote. Lights on the front of the luxury car flashed. “You seemed a bit preoccupied at the end of dinner.” He flashed a smile her way. “Anything wrong?”
Brie paused. Did he know what she’d been doing? A surge of heat washed over her. She was sure her cheeks were turning bright red. “No.”
He reached across and opened the passenger door. Brie sank into the plush leather seats and stretched out her legs. No matter how she placed them, her skirt stayed open just up to her knee. She hastily tugged at the hem as Jonathan got into the driver’s side.
He turned the key to the ignition. “So what’s the quickest way to your place?”
“Take the boulevard down to Portsmouth, and drive along the lakefront.”
Brie rested her head on the backrest. The wine was still having an effect on her, and she smiled, thinking how exciting it was caressing herself under the table. The best part was, no one noticed. Or maybe Jonathan did. Didn’t he hint at it a moment ago? She smiled. That excited her more. She wondered what he would do if he knew she’d been touching herself while she imagined…
What did she imagine? Was she aroused because she was touching herself in a public place? Or because she fantasized he was touching her. Touching her with his lips, his tongue. She felt an ache build as she pictured him on his knees in front of her, kissing the inside of her thigh. He’d move slowly up her leg to that point she’d reached herself. That hot place that throbbed at the mere thought of his touch. She inhaled stiffly and clenched the muscles in her legs and focused on the road ahead. She had to get these thoughts out of her mind.
She noticed Jonathan’s occasional glance in her direction. Did he want to say something to her? He’d been quiet since they'd gotten into the car and their date was almost over.
The car pulled up to a red light and Jonathan’s hand dropped to the gear shift. “How far do those boots go, anyway?”
Brie faced him and was caught by the playfulness in his eyes. It sparked her mischievous nature and she slid her hand down her left thigh, resting it at her knee. The buttons on her skirt ran up both sides, and she slowly undid the first button, letting the material fall open. He shifted in his seat as she undid the next; smiling as he kept his attention solely on her hands. Three buttons more and the slit in the side of her skirt revealed the top of her boot, and several more inches of her leg.
He reached over and placed his hand on her thigh. Even through the leather of the boot, she could feel the warmth of his palm. Brie held her breath as his fingers inched up her leg and rested near her panties. She closed her eyes and opened her legs slightly as he stroked the material. His touch sent surges of pleasure through her body. Suddenly, the scent of his aftershave was close and she opened her eyes to find him inches away from her, their lips barely touching.
Her breath came in gasps as his finger slipped between the band of her panties and her flesh and stroked the edge of her pussy. With each touch she yearned to feel him inside her. She moaned as he plunged his finger deep inside.
“Like that?” His voice was deep, seductive, playful.
“Yes!”
She reached for his hand, opening her legs wider and a second finger thrust inside her. She placed her hand on his, forcing him deeper.
Her back arched. “Please!”
The blare of a car horn jolted Jonathan away and brought Brie to her senses. Swearing softly, he put the car in gear and pulled away.
Brie couldn’t think. Her mind was in a fog of arousal as her head rolled from one side to another. She felt drained and energetic all at once. She blinked a few times as the scenery raced past, astonished at her own wonton behavior. This wasn’t like her, or maybe this night was awakening a part of her she longed to experience?
She took a glance at Jonathan. Watched him as he focused on the road ahead. He returned her interest with a slight grin.
“You’re quite the vixen,” he said, his hand resting gently on the top of her thigh.
Brie eased back into her seat. “I guess I am.” She placed her hand on his. “I’m not ready to go home yet.”
His hand slid between her legs. “Neither am I.”
All along the boulevard she let him play with her, allowed his finger to rub against the outside of her panties, and with each stroke, her arousal grew, fueled on by this new sense of adventure.
The city lights of the downtown disappeared behind them as they traveled into the suburbs. Brie frowned as she looked over the rows of cookie cutter homes. “Where are we going?”
“Someplace secluded,” he said.
The houses fell away and gave rise to a watershed and park. At the end of the road, Jonathan turned off and drove slowly through the parking lot. Brie’s arousal deflated as she looked out over the dark scenery. “I don’t know what you have in mind…”
“Someplace without prying eyes.”
He drove several yards down a dirt road then stopped and shut off the engine. The soft blue light from the stereo along with the music excited Brie, and she smiled as Jonathan snuggled up to her.
“Why don’t we go for a walk?” he asked.
Brie felt like a teenager as she jumped out of the car. Jonathan popped open the trunk and brought out a blanket, folding it neatly across his arm.
“Planning a picnic?”
“It’s a warm night. I thought we could look at the stars.”
She took his hand and they walked toward a wooded area away from the openness of the park. At a secluded spot by the shore of the lake, Jonathan stopped and spread out the blanket.
He reached for her hand, and pulled her close to him, his lips found hers and hungrily kissed her. Brie wrapped her arms around him as he moved toward her neck, kissing and nipping at her flesh. Her legs trembled as they dropped to the ground, his body lying next to hers. His hand moved along the length of her body until it rested between her legs and rubbed the inside of her thigh. He slid his hand up the inside of her leg, and she shifted, allowing him further access.
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His lips were all over her, kissing, biting, his hot breath on her neck sent jolts of excitement shooting through her body. His finger slipped underneath her panties and stroked the soft flesh. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her and she gasped as he plunged his finger inside her. Brie let her hand slide down his chest and rested her hand on his trousers. He moaned in her ear as she rubbed, feeling his cock harden under her touch. His hand was suddenly over hers, pressing it up against him. Her fingers fumbled with his zipper as she tried to reach inside and gripped his cock.
More moans as she played with him, massaging, rubbing. Brie leaned forward and brought her mouth to him. She ran her tongue along the length of his cock, flicking the tip. She licked down one side of his cock and up the other, tracing the head along the edges of her lips. His cock slid effortlessly into her mouth as her head moved forward, plunging it deeper. She gripped the base of his shaft, massaging it back and forth as his cock skimmed between her lips. She felt his hand on the back of her head, guiding her as he moved his hips upward.
He sat up and pulled her toward his face, his lips hot and wet against hers. His free hand snaked under her blouse, and forced her lace bra up as he cupped one breast in his hand. Brie undid the few remaining buttons as his lips caressed her neck. She leaned back, wrapping her arms around him for support. The blanket was a cool contrast, the heat radiating from his body as he stretched out next to her. She vaguely wondered when he’d removed his dress shirt or what happened to her bra. She reached down and gripped his cock tightly as his fingers slipped between her legs. His lips and tongue licked her breasts as he explored her body. Cool air against her legs made her feel exposed as his lips traveled and explored her navel and stomach. She tensed as his tongue moved lower past her hips to the top of her panties, breathing hot at the flesh of her inner thighs. Brie inhaled, the air caught in her lungs as Jonathan hovered over her. Her back arched as his tongue licked the inside of her thigh, moving slowly upward. She felt him pull on her panties, pulling them away from her body until she was completely exposed to the night. She felt the heat of his breath between her legs as kissed her pussy. Brie gasped for air at the softness of his tongue against flesh. She panted as his assault on her grew faster. She thrust against him, in rhythm with this tongue as it darted in and out of her pussy.
Then he was above her, hovering over her body as his cock pressed hard against her thigh. Brie lay back allowing his body to nestle between her legs. She felt pressure against her pussy as Jonathan forced his cock inside her. He filled her and Brie raised her hips to accommodate his entry. He moved against her, thrusting against her and she wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled him toward her. His lips were hot, wet and tasted of alcohol as she devoured his kisses. With each thrust she felt her arousal build, felt his body against her, felt the heat of his body. His cock stretched her as it slid in and out. She felt his body tense and he thrust harder, faster, his hot breath blew against her face and smelled of wine and sex. She raised her legs higher as the full length of his cock thrust inside her. She pulled him closer, and devoured his lips as his cock moved in and out. Her arousal grew urgently. She needed more, needed him deeper and she grabbed the soft flesh of his backside and forced him deeper.
She panted, her breath coming in small gasps as her climax built. With one thrust she moaned and dug her nails into him, pulled him in closer as a wave of euphoria washed over her. She couldn’t breathe as her climax rolled through her body. Jonathan moaned and thrust hard against her hips. Once. Twice. Three times, and he climaxed in an ecstatic moan. His body shaking and drenched in sweat.
Brie held him tight, ran her fingers through his hair as heavy breath fell on her neck. She glanced up at the stars and smiled. How wicked she felt being so intimate in front of them. Cool air rushed in between them and Jonathan raised himself onto his elbows and smiled down at her.
“That was incredible. I didn’t think you’d be so adventurous.”
She played with a few strands of hair on the back of his head. “Neither did I.”
“You certainly did enjoy it.”
Brie's face grew hot. She wasn’t quite sure how to answer. “Well, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
Jonathan rolled to lie beside her on the blanket. “I don’t know. I didn’t think you’d go for this.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t but I’m glad I did. Maybe next time—"
The ring tone of Jonathan’s cell phone cut her off. He searched the ground for his jacket and squinted as he checked the number on the front of the cell. “It’s Megan.”
Brie frowned. “Why is she calling you?”
“I don’t know, but if she is, it can’t be good.” He flipped the cell open. “Yes Megan?” The peaceful expression from their love-making was replaced with a hard look of frustration. “Well I can’t do anything about it now.” Another pause. “No, don’t ask your mother. Learn to deal with your brother on your own, besides, she probably has her cell turned off.” Jonathan moved the phone slightly from his ear. Brie could hear a young girl’s shrill voice. “Fine.”
Jonathan handed the phone to Brie. “Our daughter wants to talk to you.”
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Copyright December 2011, Darke Conteur
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