by Robin Fate
"I'll have the ffishhh," she said.
The waiter took it in stride with a sardonic smile, "We have fresh red snapper, fresh mackerel, tuna, swordfish, sardines and I believe codfish, which would madam prefer?" He glanced at me with an understanding look.
"I'll have red snnappper please, grilled."
"Ah, very well madam, with a little pasta and sautéed vegetable?"
"Yes, please."
"And for you sir?"
"Is there osso buco?" I asked.
"Yes, sir there is."
"I'll have that with potatoes and vegetables."
"Very good. And the wine?"
"Would you like a glass of water Emma?" She glared at me.
"I'll have a glass of Pinot Grigio please," she said to the waiter but stared at me.
"I'll have a glass of red, whatever your house red is."
"Montepulciano d'Abruzzo" he said.
"Perfect." Off he went.
"Bread?" I held the basket out to Emma. Thankfully she took a piece and dipped it.
I leaned in a little towards Emma, hoping she would too.
"Are you trying to look down my top?" She leaned back pushing her chest out, then leaned forward pulling the front of her dress out with her pinky fingers, breadstick still in one hand. "Well here you go, have a look!" I heard cutlery drop at the next table. She sat back up.
"Emma."
"They're still there."
"Emma."
She bit into her breadstick again and smiled at me.
Was she doing this on purpose or was it just three martinis talking? Either way it had to end. I thought about when the power was out during the ice storm. That was the only time I'd ever seen her a little drunk. Then, she demanded that I eat her pussy and then whipped off her red t-shirt. Maybe alcohol affects her that way. If so, I was in trouble.
The waiter came by with two glasses of wine. Great.
Emma took a sip then stuck her tongue out at me.
Oh boy.
I held the breadbasket out to her. She took another piece.
I felt her shoe on the inside of my leg. She smiled at me as she bit the bread.
Oh no.
"Stop that," I whispered.
"Something wrong?" she said with mock innocent eyes as her hand reached under the table and touched my knee. "You have something I want."
Oh no.
"Maybe I should have ordered ssausage? Big, sspicy Italian ssaussage." She said too loudly then giggled to herself. I held my forehead in my hand, elbow on the table.
The waiter brought the antipasto. Thank goodness maybe the food will keep her mouth busy.
She tucked into it with a relish. It certainly was good. Grilled shrimp still in their shells. Two types of grilled clams, sautéed squid. Cheese, black olives, green olives. Grilled red peppers and grilled green beans. It was all laid out with Italian parsley as a garnish.
The problem was that by the time we finished it, she had finished her glass of wine.
She wiped her fingers off on the white napkin. "Excuse me for a minute," she said, "I need to fsresshen up," she grinned at me. I stood up to help her up but she was up before I had a chance. Off she went with pink clutch purse in hand, a little wobbly on pink high heels. After three steps she stumbled, just a little, "Whoa!" but recovered her balance. She stood for a moment rocking on her pink high heels. Her feet were shoulder width apart and her arms extended to the sides horizontally, clutch purse in right hand. The whole restaurant watched intently.
I sat with my head down after she disappeared from sight.
Her trip back a few minutes later was somewhat less eventful. The waiter had just cleared the antipasto plate and side dishes away. He asked if the young lady would like another glass of wine. I said no.
"I'll have another glass of wine please," she said to the waiter as she approached the table.
She smiled at me as she sat down. Her light pink lipstick had been freshened up.
"Better now?" I asked.
"Yes," she said as she held out something pink and lacy, "these were killing me." She carefully laid out her panties on the white tablecloth, pressing all the folds out with her pink fingernails. I looked up to her. She had a massive smirk on her face.
Now she was taunting me. Rather than snatching them up in embarrassment I took a sip of my wine and laid my glass on the panties. Two can play this game.
I flipped the little size tag on the panties and whispered to Emma, "Why they're just a medium, you said you have a fat ass."
"Fffuckk off."
The waiter did a double take but graciously set Emma's wine glass down, not on the panties, without saying a word or batting an eye. The epitome of savior-faire. What a pro. He was definitely getting a good tip.
She gazed at me with those mock innocent eyes.
The waiter dropped the bill off to the table next to us. Thank goodness for that.
"Bald...hairless," she said trying to keep a straight face, "not even a tiny stubble."
"Is that a first for you?" I asked in a low voice.
"Yup," she said, sipping her wine while grinning at me.
"Let's have a quick peek then," I said. It was my turn to taunt.
"What here?" she gazed around, her expression had changed. The drunk twit actually took me seriously. She kept glancing around. Her expression turned to a wide smirk.
Oh no! She was going to do it! She placed her hands on the table and started standing-up.
"Noooo!" I yelled, pushing her shoulders down.
"You thought I would do it! Ah ha! ha!" Everyone in the restaurant was watching.
With my face in my palms I wondered if we were about to get kicked out of the restaurant.
The food came. Again, the waiter did not bat an eye as he lay the plates down but asked, "Are we celebrating something tonight?"
"No," I answered.
"Yes," she answered. We both looked to her. "The public humiliation of Emma Progue," she slurred.
"And of Sam Rockwell," I added quietly.
"Very well then, please enjoy your meal." He didn't bat an eye.
The food was excellent. Thankfully she enjoyed hers too. At least it kept her mouth busy. But not her foot. She kept that busy trying to play footsie with me while smiling.
The waiter came by to ask if everything was I fine.
"It's great," I said.
Emma said the food was great and added with that mock innocent face, "But I don't think Sam is having a good time."
I smiled at the waiter and said, "I'm having a wonderful time."
His sardonic smile said it all.
The waiter didn't even ask if we wanted dessert. The bill came moments after we finished our last mouthfuls. He certainly was a pro.
There were four martinis on the bill. At nine bucks each. I paid the bill and left a generous tip.
I retrieved Emma's long black coat from the coat check. She flashed me her bare pussy before I could get the coat to her. No one else would have noticed.
I wondered if I learnt my lesson as we drove home. Not only that, I started to calculate how much my stupid adventure with Emma cost. Between her dress and shoes and stuff, my new clothes, the dinner and tip, her cab fare that I gave her money for, and gas; it must have been close to nine bills. Plus the frikkin' tire needed to be fixed.
I looked over to Emma. She was asleep.
Was there anything positive to come out from this whole misadventure? Her pussy was shaved. But I wouldn't be seeing any of that tonight. Did she really feel she was being humiliated by being forced to wear that dress? Suddenly I felt guilty. If I was humiliating her, was her behavior tonight to punish me as a response, or was that just the alcohol talking?
There was really only two ways to find out. Get her drunk again, or get her dressed up again but without alcohol. For now though I just needed to have her settle down. After four martinis and two glasses of wine maybe she won't even remember the evening at all.
I managed to get her into the spare
bedroom. It was the first time she slept in it. I slipped her pink shoes off, the necklace and earrings too. She slept in the dress.
*
Emma was still sleeping the next morning when I took off to do some shopping in town. At an adult store I picked up a little white vibrator, really no bigger than a finger. It had a breast cancer awareness pink ribbon logo on it. It was waterproof and designed to buzz the clit. I also picked up two pairs of Velcro cuffs. Also in pink, just to piss her off.
She was in the kitchen wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt eating toast and jam and nursing a big cup of coffee when I got back. It was okay. It was Saturday she had all the time in the world to recover.
"How's your head?" I asked.
"I'm sorry Sam."
"No, Cate. It's my fault. I shouldn't have forced you into an uncomfortable position."
"I shouldn't have drunk so much."
"You did look very pretty though. Maybe you'll wear the dress just for me?"
"What? Is that some sort of a kink thing?" she asked.
"Now that you mention it," I replied, "yes, my cock will respond to feminine and pretty every time."
I could see the wheels turning in her head.
She lazed around recovering all day. I vacuumed. She did some cleaning too but mainly stayed away from the vacuum cleaner noise. By mid-afternoon she was fine. By five she had a glass of wine.
Dinner was inch thick strip loin steaks on the barbeque. Now that Emma trusted me, I was permitted to attend to them myself. She did baked potatoes in the microwave. They were topped with butter, sour cream and chopped chives. Sautéed garlic mushrooms, peas with butter and a side salad with that Russian dressing that she makes rounded out the meal.
As we ate I laid out exactly want I wanted her to do after dinner. Eagerly her head bounced up and down with every suggestion that I made.
After we cleared up she headed off upstairs. I went to the shop to get a few things.
She was in the pink floral dress again. Her pussy was freshly shaved. Pearl earrings and necklace. Lipstick, eye make-up, pink finger nails the whole bit. Even the shoes and panties.
She was kneeling on the carpet. Her wrists were bound with pink Velcro cuffs, extended horizontally to each side. Ropes connected to D-clips on the cuffs extended tightly to a door handle on one side and the stair banister on the other. She wasn't going anywhere.
The little white and pink dildo was pressed into her slit, the business end right up against her clit, and the rings on her labia were tied together with dental floss enveloping the whole dildo. Just the bottom end stuck out from her labia with the push button control. The crotch of her panties kept everything snuggly in place.
Her tits hung out of the dress. A small padlock was attached to each nipple ring. She was okay with the weight. Just.
My cock was already hard. I was naked.
"Are you ready?" I asked.
Breathlessly she answered, "Yeah."
I reached under her dress and found the end of the little vibrator in her crotch. Two presses clicked it into high.
She reacted immediately lunging forward, pulling at the ropes as her body twisted. Her motion made the padlocks swing from her nipples that were pulled down from the weight.
I stepped in front of her, my cock standing at attention.
Her mouth opened up like a baby bird's ready to be fed.
I stuffed my cock into her mouth.
With a gusto that surprised me Emma sucked on my cock. She rolled her tongue around the head and repeatedly plunged the length deep down her throat each time holding it down for a second or two before pulling back for air. Saliva was dripping on her chin. Her nostrils flared with each breath. Her face, neck and the nape to her shoulders were pink, matching her dress.
Padlocks swung as her head bounced on my cock. I put my hands on the back of her head.
"No! Don't push my head," she garbled looking up to me. Spit rolled down her chin.
"Okay," I said and clasped my hands together behind my back.
Back down my shaft, she impaled herself with my cock deep into her throat. Her eyes bulged and watered. Her face was flushed red as she pulled back trailing spit. Cool air rushed past my cock as she gasped for air. Up and down the length of my cock she went. Gulping it down, almost gagging and then sucked it hard.
I couldn't believe she was enjoying that.
I saw her belly and thighs quivering below me. Clearly she was.
I was too. My hips started thrusting forward. She wasn't giving me a blow job by any stretch of the imagination, I was fucking her throat and she was loving it!
My hips swung from side to side pushing my cock head to one cheek, bulging it out, then the next and back again. Then she swallowed my cock again, balls deep and held for a second or two, wet red faced gasping as she pulled back.
"Auuughh" she growled and slightly bit down on my cock. Her whole body shook. The padlocks bounced. "Auugh," she shook again and jammed my cock back down her throat, holding as her body quivered.
The vibrator must have gotten to her.
My cocked picked up the in - out pace. I couldn't help myself. She continued to shudder below me. Her head and neck were red, tears ran from her bulging eyes, her runny nose flared in search of air and spit covered her cheeks and chin hanging in threads to her chest. "Mmmnnff," she trembled, "mmmnff" as my cock slipped in and out of her wet mouth. The pink lipstick was long gone.
The visual was too much.
I knew I was going to cum at any moment. Both my cock and my brain were ready to explode. My knees were shaking. I had trouble keeping my balance. My heart was racing. My breath deep and vocal.
Emma never let up on her orgasm. She just kept on cumming. The sights and sounds of her spasm sent me over the top. I grabbed a hold of her shoulders to steady myself as I came.
Her mouth gurgled with my cum and her own tremors as I emptied myself into her. "Nnaaaghh," she contracted so hard that she bit down on my cock. It didn't stop spurting though. She swallowed come as quickly as she could as her body jerked in time with mine.
She pulled her head back, with mouth open and gasped for air. Her body jerked again. The end of my cock flopped on her chin, glistening wet. She sucked it back into her mouth. Her cheeks drew in as she sucked the last of my cum through my hole.
Everything was going grey. I had to sit down.
I was hyperventilating as I heard, "Get the vibrator out. Stop it."
I reached under Emma's pink dress. The crotch of her panties were soaked. I wondered if she pissed herself. I pushed the vibrator through her slit until it popped onto the floor still buzzing like an angry bee.
I unhooked one D clamp, then the other. Emma slumped to the carpet.
"Find the keys," she gasped.
They were on the table, I had to stumble up to get them. I unhooked each padlock and kissed her nipples and gently sucked them better. Emma seemed to enjoy the nipple attention I gave her.
She turned the vibrator off and dropped it to the floor.
We lay on the floor, hugged and kissed each other. Her boobs slipped back into the dress. The pink Velcro wrist cuffs were still on.
"I can't believe you loved that," I said as we stared at the ceiling.
"My clit is numb," she answered.
"You didn't stop cumming," I said.
"I can still taste your cum." With that she rolled over and gave me a deep kiss, shoving her tongue into my throat. "Can you taste it?"
"Yes."
"Good isn't?" she smiled at me.
"You are one crazy lady."
"This crazy lady needs to have a shower and go to bed."
We cleaned up the ropes and put the things away. I had to clean a few spots off the carpet before we made our way upstairs.
She was standing in the bathroom after her shower, naked and shaved perfectly with toothbrush working away. I asked her from the bedroom, "Did you really enjoy getting tied-up like that?"
"Un-huh," she mumbled sti
ll brushing her teeth.
"Did you want me to do it again some time?"
"Un-huh," still brushing her teeth.
"What part did you like the best?" I asked.
I heard her spit, rinse and turn off the tap.