Unbroken Pleasures (4 page)

The waitress
returned with our desserts. Both were piled high with a thick whipped cream as
instructed. My mouth watered at the idea of everything he could possibly do
with that cream. But we were in a public restaurant. There were laws against
that sort of thing.

“We’ll be
closing soon,” the waitress told us, “but please feel free to take your time
and enjoy your dessert. There isn’t any hurry.” She looked at my companion
directly as she spoke. Their eyes seemed to say more. He nodded his head and
thanked her. She blushed. I felt a stab of jealously course through me again. I
resented being excluded from the secret conversation between them and I envied
her natural exotic beauty.

I grabbed his
face and I kissed him fervently. It was a childish response to the situation
perhaps, but I wanted to make this woman aware that he was all mine.

“What’s your
name?” echoed through my mind but all I got was his strange reply, “That isn’t
important.”

I still didn’t
know his name. How foolish of me to lay any claim on him.

He didn’t seem
to mind the kiss once I’d unlocked our embrace. He didn’t even seem
particularly surprised by it. He almost seemed to take pleasure in the jealousy
he was igniting inside me.

“Do you like my
friend’s breasts?” he suddenly asked our waitress. My face turned bright red.

The waitress
didn’t say anything at first and I opened my mouth to make apologies for my
companion’s rudeness. Before I could speak, I had one small hand cupping each
of my breasts. I sat in shocked silence.

I can only
assume that she approved of what she felt because she proceeded to unbutton my
blouse all the way as she kissed the exposed flesh from my bra. The sensation
was pleasurable but confusing. I’d never been with a woman before. I’d never
even considered being with a woman. I didn’t protest even as she slid one
delicate hand inside the fabric of my bra to tease a nipple. I knew my
companion’s interest in watching others. I had no doubts this was all part of
his plan for the evening and I was willing to do whatever it would take just to
keep him beside me.

“Now we’re ready
for dessert,” he teased.      

I glanced around
the room. There were still other patrons finishing their dinners, still
blissfully unaware of what was happening in our dark corner of the room. I
wondered how long it would be before one of them noticed.

My handsome
friend was watching me intently, a desire flickering in his eyes that seemed to
echo the candle flame. That look reminded me of the night we met - the night
that I stripped wet clothes to expose my flesh to the man that I knew nothing
about.

I still knew
nothing about him except the feel of his kiss and the way his hands felt so
perfectly on me. I was too afraid to ask any questions. Too afraid of the
answers I would learn. I’d been involved with only a few men over the years and
each relationship had turned into a monotonous routine that eventually turned
so stale that it was almost a relief when we finally broke up. I longed for
something more – something refreshing and exciting. I felt the first glimmers
of hope for that passionate romance in my handsome stranger. I wouldn’t dare do
anything to ruin it.

As my thoughts
wandered, the waitress removed my blouse and bra. I was sitting at our table
completely exposed for anyone to see. It was dark in the restaurant but somehow
I felt as though I were lit by giant neon signs.

An elderly
couple at a nearby table noticed what was going on at our table. They didn’t
appear offended or overly concerned with our actions. In fact, they nodded and
smiled as I made eye contact as if they approved of the show we were offering
them. They continued to chat and sip their coffee letting our little games
continue.

In the opposite
corner sat a man, probably in his thirties. He was smoking a cigarette, taking
long leisurely inhales and exhaling rings of smoke that floated above his head
like little white halos. He was staring in our general direction as well but
his expression was hidden by shadows. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a
number. I tensed. What if he called the cops? Could I go to jail for sitting
topless in a public restaurant? Even if I was only topless because our waitress
herself removed my clothing?

I was suddenly
distracted by hands leaving lines of electricity against my thighs as they
smoothed the fabric of my skirt upward, exposing more of my legs and a glimpse
of my panties. He stood up and began clearing our table of everything except
the two bowls of ice cream topped high with whipped cream.

It was our
waitress with her hands on my thighs. I started to feel overcome with desire
for more of her touch despite myself. I didn’t want to feel this way but I
couldn’t seem to help it. I was completely at her mercy. She bent her head and
planted small kisses on the innermost sensitive parts of my thighs. I tingled
all over. The man in the corner was still talking on the cell phone. He was
definitely looking in our direction. A hand had disappeared under the table.
Was he playing with himself? The fact that my own pleasure could elicit this
type of reaction in another person made me want to continue it even more. I was
ready and willing for anything.

I didn’t have to
wait long. My companion had finished cleaning the table and instructed me to
lie down on it. Our waitress looked up and smiled as I sat there in a state of
shocked silence.

He motioned a
second time for me again to lie down on the table and I wasn’t sure what to do.
Perhaps this was taking it a bit too far in the middle of a public place even
if the other patrons did seem to be okay with our situation so far.

The waitress
helped pull me out of my chair and guided me gently downwards onto the surface
of the table. The tablecloth felt soft against my bare back. I turned my head
toward the old couple but they were lost in conversation, unconcerned with what
we were doing. I turned my head toward the other man who had been presumably
masturbating. He had put down the phone and much to my horror, a small group of
guy friends had gathered around him at the table. They were all watching as
they sipped bottles of beer and exchanged conversation.

“I can’t do
this,” I said and began to lift myself from the table. Whatever pleasure they
had in store for me, it wasn’t worth the risk of humiliation in front of a
crowd of strangers. I wanted to close my eyes and disappear. I covered my
breasts modestly with my hands as I began to search for my blouse.

“You must,” he
replied, “You must do this for me. I want nothing more than to devour you
completely.”

“Not here. Not
like this.” I started to feel an anger build inside me for the way things had
begun to unfold. I avoided looking into his eyes for fear that all my resolve
would melt once again and I’d be helpless to fight my true primal urges.
Nothing could change the fact that deep inside I wanted him no matter what the
price. I’d do anything to get what I wanted, even this.

And he knew it.

His mouth
covered mine completely as he took my head in his hands and kissed me. His
kisses sparked feelings I’d never felt before. I clung to him in desperation
trying to pull myself closer.

His passion
matched mine as we held tight in this insane madness. All my surroundings
disappeared and at last it was only him and me alone and desperate to gratify
our strong sexual impulses. We were so strongly pulled together by some unknown
magnetic force. I knew nothing about him but at the same time I knew everything
and all I wanted was to consume him.

My breathing had
grown heavy as I moaned and sighed all at once. Against my will, he broke our
embrace and pushed me down once more against the table. I didn’t resist as long
as my cooperation would be rewarded with the weight of his body against mine.
But much to my surprise each of my hands were tired firmly to each of the table
legs at the top of the table. I looked at him in confusion.     

“I can’t take
any risks you’ll try to run away from me again,” he said.

I pulled against
my binds but it was no use. I could not free myself. I felt the waitress at my
feet kissing and sucking my toes. I kicked trying to break free of her but she
held on with an amazing strength. She worked her way up to remove my panties so
that my companion was free to tie my feet to the remaining two table legs. I
was completely vulnerable and at their mercy.

The woman began
sucking and playing with my nipples. She completely straddled me on top of the
table and I could feel the wetness of her crotch against my belly. She wasn’t
wearing any underwear. She lifted up as my companion spread whipped cream and
some of the cold ice cream on my breasts for her nibbling pleasure. She
devoured it greedily. Cold drops ran down my breasts on to my belly as she
traced its path with her tongue. I shivered as much from the coldness of the
dessert as the sensation of her tongue on my skin. By the time she’d lifted her
head, there was no trace of the dessert left on me and I tingled with longing
that he would give her more.

As though he’d
read my mind, he dipped his finger into the ice cream and smeared it across my
breasts, first the right and then the left, slowly circling my taunt nipples
until they ached for more. He leaned down and cleaned them himself as I moaned
with the feel of his warm tongue against my cooled skin. I stopped fighting the
binds that held me and gave in to the sensations that coursed through my body.

By this point,
there was no mistaking the audience that gathered around us. They were a sea of
faces whispering and sighing filling the space, watching in anticipation to
claim my pleasure as their pleasure. As my companion bent forward to swirl his
tongue over my nipples, I arched my back to meet him as much as my bonds would
allow. He held back just out of reach and I pulled until my wrists burned to
try to reach him.

The waitress was
back at my feet again but quickly progressed up the length of my calves. I felt
her tongue on my knees and moaned when she licked and kissed her way up the
inside of my right thigh. My companion turned his body to allow her greater
access to mine. His smooth chest brushed against my cheek as he lowered himself
to my ice cream coated breasts again and he took his time devouring me. The
small group watching us murmured their approval.

I cried out when
the waitress inserted a cold ice cream coated finger between my legs. The ice
cream melted as it mingled with my own juices and she spread me open wider to
taste me at a leisurely pace.

“Wait,” said my
companion almost breathlessly as he stopped giving my breasts his complete
attention. The waitress looked up and I ached with the need to feel them both
against me again. “She is mine to enjoy.”

She moved away
without a word and my companion slid his body along mine until his mouth
covered the space between my legs where I needed him most. The pleasure that
the waitress had given me magnified ten times over when my companion took over.
I knew that at this point I’d begun moaning loudly and the crowd gathered
closer in their own anticipation of release. I teetered on the edge, willing my
body to give in to him, hopelessly falling.

Chapter 4

I woke with a
start. My body was soaked in sweat and I was breathing much heavier than I
should have. I rolled on to my back and stared at the ceiling as I tried to
bring myself back to reality enough to focus. According to the clock on my
bedside table, I only had a half hour to shower and make myself look stunning
before Sylvia would be knocking on my front door. I still didn’t think I was
ready to face the night ahead of me but after the dream I’d had about the stranger,
I was even more concerned about my current mental health.

I made my way to
the shower for the second time in the same day to wash away remnants of a man whose
name I didn’t even know. I closed my eyes and thought about the dream. Not only
had it rekindled all of the overwhelming desires that I had for him but there
was a hint of something new lurking under the surface as well. Who was the waitress
and why did I feel such a strong attraction to
her
?

I replayed
images of the dream except that in my mind’s eye the waitress was replaced by Sylvia’s
face as she straddled over top of me and massaged my breaths. I opened my eyes
in alarm and gasped. No, it would never happen, especially not with Sylvia.

I turned off the
shower, towel dried quickly, and made my way to the closet wondering exactly
what someone would wear when being set up for a night of sex with a stranger.
Inevitably, this brought my mind back to the man that I really wanted and the
way that my rain soaked t-shirt clung to my skin when we met. I sighed and
pulled out a simple black cocktail dress. It had spaghetti straps and a deep
v-neck, which seemed appropriate for the occasion. The length brought it to
just about mid-thigh, which left me to ponder whether or not I should go to the
trouble of stockings or take a chance and leave my legs bare. I opted for a
pair of thigh highs that I found stuffed into the back of my underwear drawer and
thanked my lucky stars that they didn’t appear to have any tears in them. I
couldn’t remember the last time I’d have worn such a thing but it must have
been while I was still dating Ed, probably in the earlier more hopeful part of
our relationship. This realization hit me with a sense of despair. A part of me
still missed him and wondered if any man could ever make me forget him.

The doorbell
brought me out of my memories and I jumped up and checked myself in the mirror
once more before letting Sylvia in. I held my breath as I waited for her
assessment. She gave me a quick hug and looked me up and down nodding her
approval. She was dressed in a shimmering silver cocktail dress that flattered
her tiny waist and ample breasts. My eyes lingered longer on the way her dress
displayed her cleavage but she didn’t seem to notice.