Date: Mon, 22 Aug 2005 16:14:38 -0700 (Pacific Daylight Time)
From: Setanta <Creaturesfromabove@hotmail.com>
Subject: Restaurants Part One

DISCLAIMER: This involves sex, if you're under 18 please walk away,
etc. Written by me, not a true adventure, just something in my spare
time. All comments, pictures, etc are more than welcom, please send to
creaturesfromabove@hotmail.com


Stepping down from the bus into the hot, dry, Baltimore city air, your face
flutters in front of the window. The apartment you have next to the bus
stop is so very convenient, nobody to see me slip in or out of your
home. As I walk up to the door, you fling it open, quickly stepping back so
as not to be seen by the people walking up and down the street.

Quickly stepping inside so as not to let out the cool air of your
apartment, I shut the door before slipping of my trench coat. Concealed
beneath the black leather is the outfit you like most on me- a crotch rope
pulled tightly so as every time I move, it moves. My breasts bound so the
tits peak out, already my chest heaves heavily for I know that concealed in
the shadows you are wearing the similar outfit, complete with the vibrator
you bragged about upon our meeting.

"I'm glad you came, dahling" you say, as you step from the shadows and
reach out a graceful arm to brush across my peaked nipple.

"How...how could I miss this?" I question, leading the way to the living
room couch that I know all to well.

"No my dear, first we must eat..." you say, before slipping off my crotch
rope and sliding a vibrator into my dripping pussy, with a small remote in
your one hand.

"What, what are you doing? Where do you plan to take me?"

"Just put these clothes on, I'll do the same and we shall go."

Sliding into the tight, black mini skirt she had given me, as well as a
tight top that did nothing to conceal the erect nipples I sported, nor did
the mini skirt cover my naked, firm butt should I decide to bend over. You
return to me, sporting a similar outfit, still with the remote in your left
hand. Clutching my left hand in your right, we leave your apartment, and
sit down at the bus stop, still leaving me wondering where we are going.

As I stand, holding on to the rail of the crowded bus, several eyes are
watching me, all in admiration. Most are young men, but many are female as
well, but no eyes matter as much as your own. As I stand there, I feel a
pulse in my pussy, where the vibrator is. Shocked, I slide my hand down the
mini skirt to feel if it is still in, or fallen out. As I am doing this, it
begins to swirl in circles in me, hitting all the right spots, and making
me cry out. The young man behind me sees what is in your hand, and guesses
what is in me. Sliding his hands across my upper thighs, he whispers in my
ear that he would love to have is dick inside of me, to feel me moving
under him. Shaking my head no, I move to a recently vacated seat to sit
with my legs slightly spread.

Again, you push the button that makes the toy in me swirl in circles- and
now, I know the truth in it, that you have defiantly given me a toy. Close
to an orgasm, you stop the toy, and pull me off the bus at the next
stop. Completely under your will, we step into a dimly lit restaurant,
where the menu differs from those you see in most restaurants. Most of the
time you have a selection of Hamburgers, Hot Dogs or Pizza, but here...
here the men ate the ladies pussies, or the ladies ate the men. Growing hot
all over again, I wonder why you have broughten me here.

"Lovely little place isn't it? Gets you hot just looking around."

No sooner had you said this, than you pushed me down on the couch and slid
my top of, freeing the breasts with the protruding nipples. Running your
hands in circles over them, while alternately licking them, I slide my
hands down your skirt to pull out the vibrator that I am shocked to find
has been on all this time.

Pushing my hands away, you insist that this time, and this time only, it is
my turn to feel the pleasure. Ripping my skirt away as well, and removing
the vibrator toy, you lower your face to my dripping pussy and like the
swollen lips, loving the way they taste. Using your fingers to part the
lips, you slide your tongue up and down the slit, tasting my clit and then
moving up... up to where you wind up hitting my sensitive spot and there
you swirl your tongue around until I come with a powerful orgasm. Moving
down to taste the juices that squirt from my wet opening, you stick your
tongue in as far as it will go. I arch my back and cry out, but no sooner
have I done this than two men come over and start fondling my tits. With
you licking my pussy, and my tits being caressed, I come again, harder than
the time before.

Knowing I have been fully satisfied, and shall be again (for the men now
are sporting large erections) you fold a slip of paper into the shirt on
the floor and walk out of the restaurant, leaving me to feel the pleasure
of the two men that stand over me.


Later, alone, I read the paper and see your beautiful handwriting speak to
me.

My dear, I shall meet you again tomorrow at this restaurant, same time.
Don't be late, for it is your turn to eat. Love always little one.