by Selena Kitt
Erica stood beside him, smiling at her friend, but Leah could only see his eyes, the way his gaze slipped up her long, slender legs, past the hemline of the dress, lingering on the bodice before meeting hers.
“Well?” Leah asked, twirling.
He cleared his throat and the expression on his face was odd, almost perplexed. “You’re stunning.”
“Told you!” Erica grinned. “But I bet she doesn’t look like my mother.”
“No,” he breathed, touching Leah’s cheek. “She looks like her mother.”
Leah laughed. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment.”
“When she was young.” He returned her smile. “Are you ready?”
Leah frowned at him, cocking her head. “Yeah, let’s go.”
“I get to drive!” Erica held her hand out for the keys. They both groaned but he gave them to her, and they managed to make it to the restaurant without a major accident, even though she blew through two stop signs and blamed it on her heels.
“The Bronze Door!” Leah exclaimed when they got out of the car. She’d been too busy covering her eyes and praying on the way over to pay attention where they were going.
“I told you—expensive.” Rob’s hand pressed into the small of Leah’s back as he steered her into the restaurant and Erica followed.
“My mom loves this place,” Leah whispered as they were met by the maître d’.
“You’ve been here?” Rob looked disappointed as he gave the man his name.
“No.” Leah shook her head as he held out her seat.
The maître d’ held Erica’s for her and she smiled a thank you up at him. It was the first time Leah noticed he was young—and cute. “She just talked about it until my ears bled.” Leah’s voice was hushed as she stared around at the elegant décor, the brass accents and lovely polished woodwork and shiny parquet floor. They were at a table, but there was a row of upholstered booths along the back wall with old, clothbound books on a high shelf above. All the tables were illuminated with the flicker of candles in the center.
“I feel like I stepped back in time,” Erica whispered.
Rob laughed and ordered a bottle of wine. When it arrived, he poured three glasses and Erica and Leah grinned at each other but didn’t say anything as they sipped it. Neither of them was quite of legal age.
“My name is Charles and I’ll be your server this evening. Have you been to The Bronze Door before?” It was the cute maître d’ who had seated them and brought them the bottle of wine. Leah shook her head at him but he was looking at Erica.
“I have.” Rob smiled. “But you can give the girls the full treatment.”
“Oh yes, Charles,” Erica purred, practically batting her eyelashes at him. “I’d love the full treatment.”
“Subtle, Erica,” Leah whispered under her breath, feeling Rob chuckling silently beside her.
“We have two specials tonight...” Charles went on, but Leah wasn’t listening to him because Rob’s hand had found its way to her knee and his index finger was tracing lazy circles up the skin of her inner thigh, sending shivers through her.
She glanced at him but his attention was focused on the waiter, or at least it seemed to be, except his hand kept pushing her dress up higher. His fingers reached the top of her stockings, then slipped past, to her panties, brushing over the slightly damp crotch and Leah gulped, crossing her legs and turning slightly away from him.
He raised his eyebrows and, leaning in toward Leah, he whispered, “I have another special in mind.”
Leah nudged him playfully with her shoulder, turning her attention back to Charles. He seemed to be waiting for something.
“I’ll order for the table,” Rob told him. “I’m giving the girls a real treat tonight.”
Charles nodded, smiling at Erica as he took Rob’s order, and when he left, Erica looked over at Leah with stars in her eyes. “Isn’t he adorable?”
Leah looked after his retreating form. “You could do worse.”
“We are not taking home any cute waiters.” Mr. Nolan raised his eyebrow at his daughter.
She laughed. “Oh come on, Dad, can’t I keep him?”
“Shh!” Leah motioned with her eyes as Charles came back with three small plates and put one before each of them. She stared at the little shells balanced on lettuce leaves with something unrecognizable inside of them. Erica met her friend’s eyes and Leah tried not to laugh at the look on her face.
“This is our first course.” Charles smiled. “Oysters Rockefeller.”
They were really supposed to eat it? Leah looked over at Rob and he nodded to her. Erica poked at it with her fork, like she was sure it was going to spring back to life somehow.
“You pick up the whole shell.” Charles leaned down to Erica, pointing out the shell. “And just slide it in and swallow.”
“Oh.” Erica’s eyes widened at Leah, as if she were asking her for a way out.
“After you,” Leah said, watching Erica glance up at Charles and smile weakly as she picked the shell up like she was holding a rat by the tail.
“Here goes!” She tilted her head back and slid the whole thing into her mouth and began to chew. Leah watched, waiting for her to grab her napkin and spit it out, but she didn’t. Erica looked up at him in surprise. “Hey, that’s good!”
He nodded, looking pleased, and he said to Rob, “I’ll return in a moment with your next course.”
“Try it.” Rob picked his up and put it into his mouth.
Leah didn’t want to disappoint him so she put it into her mouth, chewing quickly and grabbing for some water, but it wasn’t half as bad as she imagined it would be. The parsley, chives and a hint of capers made a lovely texture together on her tongue.
“How many courses are there?” Leah saw Charles coming back with another tray.
“Seven,” Rob replied.
“Seven!” Erica said dreamily, her chin resting in her hand.
“We’re going to be here all night!” Leah exclaimed, glancing at him.
“I hope so,” Erica agreed, sitting up straighter as Charles approached.
“Anticipation,” Rob whispered into Leah’s ear, his hand slipping its way up the outside of her thigh this time.
“Your second course is a chilled avocado and zucchini soup topped with roasted corn and parsley.” Charles whisked away their empty plates and set down bowls.
“They must have to wash a lot of dishes,” Leah whispered to Rob and he chuckled.
Erica was already spooning it into her mouth. “Mmmm!”
Leah hesitated, but when she tasted it, she was pleasantly surprised—the flavor was mellow and sweet and quite good.
“How many courses again?” Leah sighed, nudging him under the table with her foot.
He smiled back at her, leaning in to whisper, “None of this tastes as good as you do.”
“Here he comes!” Erica turned in her seat and crossed her legs, showing a shapely calf. Leah saw both Charles and Rob glance at her hemline, so while Erica listened with rapt attention as the waiter talked about a salad with snap peas and turnips and lemon puree, Leah slid her hand over Rob’s thigh.
He shifted in his seat as she used her nails to scratch lightly over the thin material of his trousers, inching up his leg. His body stiffened when she edged between his thighs, her fingers walking up his zipper under the table. There was a tablecloth to hide what she was doing, and the lights were relatively dim.
“What did you think of the salad?” Rob asked Erica, clearing his throat as Charles left to retrieve the next course.
“Yummy!” she agreed.
“You need to work on expanding your vocabulary.” Leah smiled as her fingers traced Rob’s growing length through his pants. Just feeling him get hard made Leah’s panties damp, and she found his sweet, sensitive ridge and rubbed it through the material.
“Leah...” Rob’s voice was lower, a little more strained, and she petted him there a little faster, pressing harder. “What�
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“Who can say no to a gourmet meal?” She smiled, using her thumb now, back and forth, imagining her tongue there and wondering if he was too.
“Better than McDonald’s or even Buscemi’s pizza. Maybe it’s time to give up fast food!” Erica exclaimed, straining to see toward the kitchen.
“Oh I don’t have any objection to fast food.” Leah leaned over to murmur into Rob’s ear, squeezing him hard enough that he made a low noise in his throat. Erica was still turned, waiting for Charles to reappear, and Leah took advantage of the opportunity, her breast against his arm as she pressed herself into Rob and whispered into his ear. “Or a fast fuck.”
His eyes widened as Charles reappeared to refill their wine glasses. Erica was flirting with him again, asking him about the wine, but Leah wasn’t really listening. Her hand was working over the bulge in Rob’s trousers, up and down the hard length of him. His hand slipped over the top of her stocking, heading between her thighs, and she opened her legs for his probing fingers, biting her lip as he reached the damp crotch of her panties.
Leah smiled at Charles and murmured a thank you as he filled her wine glass while Rob’s fingers petted her through her panties, rubbing her swollen lips. He throbbed under her hand, straining against the material.
“Oh, Charles, this wine is fantastic!” Erica exclaimed and he smiled, moving towards her. She tilted her face up, motioning for him to lean in so she could talk to him.
Leah leaned over and nuzzled Rob’s ear and neck. “Meet me by the bathrooms.”
“Leah...” He met her eyes, his finger nudging her panties aside and sliding between her lips. She circled her hips, urging him inside, while she pressed his length in a slow rhythm—squeeze, release, squeeze, release.
Erica was whispering something into Charles’s ear and Leah stood, dropping her napkin onto her seat and brushing against Rob as she passed. She didn’t say anything to Erica, but her friend’s eyes followed her for a moment, so Leah knew she noticed. Leah found the bathrooms near the back of the restaurant and waited in the little alcove, heart racing and mouth dry.
Leah smiled politely to a tall, leggy blonde as she went into the women’s bathroom, catching the scent of her perfume and beyond that, the clean, light smell of an expensive restaurant restroom. In the brief moment before the door swung shut again, Leah saw a lounge area with long, cushioned benches.
“Leah.”
She kissed him before he could say anything else, her tongue searching for his and her thigh seeking the stiff tower between his legs. He pressed her into the wall with a low grunt, his hands moving over her at once, and she strained into him, wanting more.
“Please,” Leah begged as they jostled against the wall, his body blocking her view, his hands covering her breasts, rubbing her nipples through the material. The wet throb between her legs was almost too much to bear.
“Where?” He chuckled, but he was just as breathless as she was, gasping into her mouth as she found his stiffness, rubbing there.
“Anywhere,” she moaned, his hand cupping her mound through her dress. “Oh God, please...”
He looked at her, his eyes searching for a moment and then he grinned. “Stay here.”
Leah leaned back against the wall, panting and squeezing her trembling thighs together. The women’s restroom door opened as Rob slipped into the men’s room, and the blonde gave Leah a brief look as she passed, her heels clicking noisily on the parquet floor.
“Leah.” She turned toward his voice, still feeling dazed with the intensity of her own lust, and saw him peering through a crack in the door. “Come on.”
Leah glanced out into the restaurant and then moved toward the men’s room door. Rob pulled her in, pressing her against the door as he kissed her, his hands pushing the top of her dress fully down, cupping and kneading her tender breasts. She mewed when his mouth moved down to them, licking and sucking at her nipples.
“There’s no one in here now,” he murmured, making a low snarling noise against her breast. “But we can’t count on that.”
“Oh God,” she whispered, wrapping her leg around his. “Where? Please...”
“Yes,” he murmured, turning her and pushing her in front of him through the lounge and into a tiled room with sinks and urinals lining one wall and stalls lining the other. “In here.”
The black metal door swung open and he closed and locked it behind them. She sat on the toilet, knees weak, looking up at him as she grabbed his hips in her hands, nuzzling her cheek against his crotch.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” he whispered as she unzipped and found him, freeing his stiff length and taking him into her mouth. She made soft noises as she sucked him, taking him as far into her throat as she could while she worked the hem of her dress upward. Her sex was aching to be touched.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, his hand slipping behind her head and pulling her close as she slid her fingers past the elastic band of her panties and through her own swollen lips, searching for that special spot. “That’s so good.”
Her soft moan around him was her only answer as she started to rub herself in fast circles, letting him pull at her head and use her throat for his pleasure. Her gaze traveled up the swinging pattern of his tie, searching his face and finding the longing there irresistible.
“Oh wait,” he whispered, easing out of her mouth. He was so slick and wet with her saliva that it dripped onto the white tile between her open thighs.
“Think we can get back before the next course?” She smiled.
“Let’s find out,” he groaned, leaning down and grabbing her with one arm, pulling her against him and kissing her before turning her around and bending her over the toilet, shoving her dress high up to her waist and pulling her panties down just enough so he could probe between her swollen, fat lips.
“Jesus, you’re wet!” He tickled that nub of flesh, making her moan.
“Oh, don’t,” she cried, wiggling back against him. “Please don’t tease. Put it in me.”
“You want it?” He rubbed himself up and down her slit, seemingly not in any hurry.
She pressed her hands to the tile wall, spreading her legs wider and looking back over her shoulder at him. She knew what she must look like—dress bunched at her waist, breasts swinging free, bottom up in the air, long legs in their high heels spread wide on the tile—she knew she looked like a slut, and she was. She wanted it, she wanted him, and she saw how much he wanted her too, in his eyes, the way he looked at her.
“You know I want it!” She tilted her hips for him and pressed back, feeling the tip right there, teasing her. “Fuck me, Rob—fuck me as hard as you can!”
He groaned at her words, guiding himself like a steel beam into her wetness, hands moving to her hips for leverage. She protested at the thick, throbbing invasion, but her back curved for more, her muscles squeezing him involuntarily as he went in to the hilt.
“Do it!” She rocked and felt the tip of him moving deep inside of her “Hard!”
He started to thrust, burying the length of himself into her flesh again and then again, working up to a fast rhythm, their bodies slapping together, the sound echoing in the large, tiled space. Leah used one hand pressed flat against the wall to keep her balance, but her other hand went between her legs to rub herself as he pounded harder into her, making her moan.
“Harder!” She hissed, pressing back into the saddle of his hips and grinding there. “Oh fuck, Rob, harder!”
He grunted in response, driving deep, slamming into her so hard it took her breath with each thrust, leaving her panting, but she still wanted more. She couldn’t get enough of him. His fingers dug hard into her hips, driving so deep it almost hurt. She begged him for more—and he gave it to her.
“Oh please,” she moaned, feeling that sweet, delirious fire spreading through her. “Oh please, come on, do it, make me come!”
“Yes!” He groaned, thrusting into her even faster. “Come for me, Leah.�
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The door opened—she heard the tell-tale squeak and froze—but her body refused to cooperate. She was too far gone.
“I’m gonna come!” she whimpered, and felt his body stiffen too at the intrusion, his movements slower. He slipped a hand under her belly, holding her still, and he must have known or sensed what was coming, because his other hand moved to cover her mouth.
She moaned—she couldn’t help it as her body let go, throbbing with her climax, her muscles squeezing, contracting, looking to milk him as she came and came, the sensation making her pitch and roll. Her cries were muffled against his hand, his stiff length still buried deep inside as her orgasm started to subside.