Saturday, December 19, 2009

Dinner party

I rather like one. I have reworked it, but this was the original story...
“Anna, did you mean what you said the other day” Will asked while he ran his hand up and down her back as they lay in bed, wiling away another Sunday afternoon.

Anna turned her head towards him and smiled. “ ‘bout what?” she uttered sleepily.
“About wanting to live out a fantasy, be wild and try something new?”

Anna smiled shyly; she knew Will was up to something. He had that look in his eyes. She knew him fairly well by now and he had a busy devious mind. They had been talking about fantasies and being daring the other afternoon over coffee.

Feeling very sleepy and not really wanting to talk about it, she nodded slightly and smiled a bit and snuggled closer to his warm body, nuzzled her nose against his shoulder and let herself drift off peacefully, safe in his arms.

Will held Anna close and listened to her breath. Slow in and out breaths, which were exciting and calming all at once. He knew Anna had all but agreed, given her assent with her quiet smile. Ever since her seductive show at the bar, she had been content to let him lead going forward. She was a wonderful girl and an even more wonderful lover, lusty and playful and always up for a bit of adventure. In short, Anna had been worth the wait.

Will guided Anna through the crowded lobby. They were away for the weekend. Checking out another wonderful city, far from their own. Will had told Anna to think of it as a chance to be a little bit wild and in fact that was exactly what was going to happen. He had made the arrangements a few weeks ago. While the lobby belied the true nature of this private dinner club, Will knew the secret. This club catered to those diners, who wanted a little something more exciting than good prime rib and fabulous chardonnay.

This club was by membership only and featured private dinning rooms, a dance floor, private suites and various other rooms in which to mingle and enjoy the evening. The chef was top rated and the music was always high class. The onsite spa was rumored to be one of the best in the area.

Many people would confuse it with a swing club, but in reality it was merely a nightclub, a private nightclub, where adults could go and play and indulge. Tonight Will planned to indulge Anna and her taste for something a little bit wild.

“This way Anna,” Will said as he lead her through the main doors just past the lobby entrance, the layers of entrances maintaining the patrons’ privacy and preventing nonmembers from getting in on accident. Will had his hand on the small of Anna’s back as they walked. A protective and proprietary gesture, a sign of ownership if one choose to see it that way.

Anna had dressed with her normal flare and had taken great pains with her hair. She looked like a million dollars. Her dark tresses shown in the muted light and her creamy pale skin looked a bit flushed. Will wondered if she was more nervous than excited or more excited than nervous. He had not told her much about the club. Just that they had dinner reservations and that it would be a night to remember.

In the main hallway there were hostesses, taking coats, issuing claim checks, offering suggestions as to which saloon would suit the couples mood. Will gave the perky blond hostess their coats and then gave her their name. She smiled broadly and said, “Oh yes, Mr. Truman, your dinning room will be ready very soon. Would you like to have a drink in the Art salon, while you wait? Someone will be by shortly once all the preparations are complete.”

Will nodded. Once again he guided Anna, his hand at the small of her back down the hallway and towards the salon.

Anna craned her neck and looked at him. “Will, are you kidding me. Did you really make our reservations under Truman; like Will Truman on Will & Grace?” Bemused Anna shook her head and in the light, the diamond earrings in her ears danced and Will swore the lights danced away from her like a comet or a cosmic shower.

“Yes, Anna that is exactly what I did.”

Once they reached the salon, he guided her to a plush velvet couch, in a deep red and he ordered two glasses of wine from the cocktail waitress.

Sitting nestled close; Will rested his hand on Anna’s thigh, just at the edge of her skirt. He knew inches away, up her thigh, he would find warm and creamy and naked flesh. She had on thigh hi stockings, as always. Tonight in the hotel, he had watched her attentively as she dressed. It was almost as erotic as watching her undress, almost.

“So Anna, tonight, it is about us and what we want. It is about living and enjoying and not fearing. No one will judge us and no one we know will ever know. I have made sure of it. In life there are those that do, those that watch and those that daydream.”

Leaning close, he kissed her firmly but gently on the lips. Not wanting to smug her beautiful lipstick too much. Not yet anyway.

As he broke the kiss and eased back, once again considering his glass of wine, she gave him a slightly puzzled but thoughtful look but said nothing.

Just as they both finished their wine in silence, a young waiter walked over to them, leaned closer to Will and announced that their dinning room was ready.
Following the waiter down the hall, Will guiding Anna, they walked and then entered a small dining room. The table was set for eight. Anna was surprised. She had not known they would be meeting people.

“Mr. Truman your guests should arrive shortly. We wanted to give you the time to prepare as you requested.”

Nodding Will pulled out Anna’s chair and she took her seat.

“Thank you. I think we need about ten minutes.”
“Very well. I will let them know.”

“Will, what is going on? Who are we meeting?” Anna asked growing increasingly confused.

“We are not really meeting anyone. Some people will be joining us for dinner. You will not have to worry about a thing.”

Just then, Will pulled from his suit jacket pocket, as black silk blind fold. Anna recognized it. They had used it a while back, at home, when they had been feeling especially playful.

“Anna, tonight is about you. You wanted to experience something and I am in the position to give it to you, to make your fantasy come true. You will not have to worry about anything. I can assure that no one here tonight will know you; you will not see them and we do not know them. Nothing bad will happen, I will not leave your side and no one will touch you, but me. You know my touch. You know my voice. I will protect you.”

Slowly she nodded. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine, followed closely by a thrill of excitement. Will was going to go through with what they had discussed that day over coffee. He had planned it out and it would become real.

He stepped behind her chair and gently adjusted her hair and then just as gently he tied the blindfold over her eyes. Then he took the chair next to her and took her smaller hand in his.

After a few minutes, of them sitting there quietly and her blood zinging through her veins, she heard noises. The crisp sound of satin skirts, the quiet thud of heels against the floor, the movement of men’s jackets and the sliding and movement of chairs. The gentle sounds of cutlery, plates and cups, being adjusted and moved on the table before them. In the distance, or perhaps it sounded that way because she could not see, she heard whispers, the names of drinks being spoken. Was it the same young man who had brought them to this room? She could not tell.

She felt a presence near her right shoulder and then heard a hushed voice speaking over her head to Will. Then she heard Will placing their order. Ordering for her as he often did. Careful about her preferences but making the choices all the same, all the while, his hand holding hers gently; his fingers tracing circles around the very sensitive skin of her wrist. She should have felt more self-conscious, more fear she thought in a distance corner of her mind, but instead she felt peaceful and secure in Will’s presence. He said he had planned the evening and she believed him. He never failed her. He never left her to fend for herself. He never canceled at the last minute, disrespected her. He loved her and cherished her and showed her every chance he got. She relaxed in her chair and listened to the small noises around her, people whispering to each other. She knew there were women and men in the room, as she could hear the various voiced, quiet though they were.

Soon servers entered the room and she heard the noises of plates being set down, water being poured, and bread being offered. No one spoke to her and yet she could feel the movement around, that she too now had a plate in front of her, a glass full, and a roll on her right.

She reached out for her fork; only to have Will stop her hand gently with his.
“Now we do not want you to mess your dress now do we Anna?” he asked gently, the way one might ask a child.

She shook her head and set her hand down, back in her lap.

“Well then, I shall just have to look after you, because we cannot have you hungry either. That will not do.”

Slowly he reached forward, took some risotto on to the spoon and brought it to her lips. Then naturally, as if this happened everyday, she opened her mouth and Will slipped the spoon inside. Anna closed her lips gently and Will removed the spoon. She could not see, but Will smiled. Anna looked so sweet as she allowed herself to be fed, as if she were a young girl.

The pattern continued until her meal was gone. Slowly and smoothly Will had eaten his meal and fed Anna. Around them various conversations were in full swing and yet, no one spoke to them. It was as if they were alone, but surrounded. An island surrounded by water but untouched.

Quickly a waiter stepped forward to remove their dished. Will had forgone the salad course and a more complicated meal, to allow for the evening events. Tomorrow they would have a proper meal, tonight was not so much about the food. It was about indulging Anna.

After the waiter had cleared their place, Will signaled the waiters and they also quickly and quietly removed the candleholders closest to Will and Anna and moved the centerpiece. All that was before him now was a wonder white tablecloth and a blood red table runner. Anna would look stunning he decided.

Easing his chair back, he stood and eased her chair back; taking her hand he helped her stand and then turned her gently into him and kissed her sweetly. She looked so sweet, so shy and so sexy all at once. He could tell she was wondering what was going on, her senses very in tune with what was happening in the room.

He backed her gently against the edge of the table and retook his seat, moving the chair closer. Then with his hands on her slim waist, he lifted her and set her down on the edge of the table and then eased her back.

The table was higher than most, a plus in this case. Her legs dangled slightly. Smiling he ran his hand under her skirt to touch and stroke her upper thigh, where the stockings stopped. Her creamy soft skin was very warm to his touch.

“ Did you remember my instructions, Anna? Did you take off your panties as I asked, before we left,” he asked quietly, almost in a whisper.

She nodded.

“Good girl, Anna. Now lean back on the table, resting on your elbows.”

As she settled herself back, he reached down, taking her left ankle in his hand and bent her knees, resting her foot on the arm of the chair. Then he turned to the right slightly and repeated the process. She was on the table now, her skirt riding up, her body arching slightly, at the angle of her legs and elbows. The position hid most of her from the men and women seated around the table. Will wanted to ease Anna into the fun.

Moving smoothly, he ran his right hand from her ankle, along the silkiness of her stocking, over the lace and then along her creamy thigh, to her pussy. Which was warm and moist. There could be no mistake; Anna was enjoying this fantasy come to life.

Once Will had Anna exposed to his satisfaction, her skirt up and just resting on her opened knees, like a tent, he began to inch it backwards, letting the smooth material caress her bear skin, revealing inch after luscious inch of creamy thigh and then her pink, bare and glistening pussy.

“Will, “ whispered Anna, a slight tremor in her voice, “what are you doing?”

“Preparing to have desert.” Was his quiet reply.

Without another word, he ran his hands, in unison, from her knees to the delicate area, where Anna’s thighs and pelvis merged. Will wanted to dive in and gorge himself on the feast before him, but since he was indulging Anna, he forced himself to wait, to take matters slowly.

He let his fingers play along her skin, drawing lines and circles, casually as if he had all night. Every so often he would let his fingers drift closer to her clit or to her moist pussy, but always he was just far enough away to tease and taunt her. His caresses hinted at what she could have.

Recently they had begun to play a bit of a game. They would tease on another. Seeing who could make the other ask first. Will was planning to make Anna beg tonight.
After a bit Anna grew restless. She began to move every so slightly into the caresses, shifting her bottom or raising her hips.

“Anna, you must be still.” Will whispered and all but stopped his caresses.

She must have figured it out because she immediately stopped moving. The only movement Will could discern was that of her breathing, which had swallowed and was coming in faster bursts. She was gasping now and her body was tense with her efforts to keep still and thus continue his teasing and soft caresses.

Then quietly he heard her utter the magic words, “Will please.”

“Please what Anna?”

“Please touch me,” she murmured, barely audible.

“Anna, I am touching you.”

“Will please touch me, really touch me.” She murmured shifting and fidgeting again.
Will stilled one hand on her inner thigh, just below her lacy stocking and let the other hand rest upon her lower belly, just above her pussy.

He considered her for a moment. Damn she was beautiful

“Will please, no more teasing touch me, make me cum, as only you can.”

Will’s smile broaden. While she had whispered her request, everyone in the room had heard her and had shifted their attention to them.

“Are you sure that is what you want Anna?”

“Hmmmm. Yes. Please.”

With that Will lowered his hand from her belly and let his fingers dance over her clit. Teasing soft strokes, followed by firmer more focused strokes, then again with the teasing soft strokes.

She was making a serious of very pleasant and very cute noises. Anna was loud in her pleasure. She relished the journey to ecstasy almost the same way one savors the finest chocolate. She never rushed and she knew how to make it last. Will loved this about her. It was hot to watch her climb and peak and then soar.

Slowly he eased his hand down her thigh and to her pussy. Which was no longer moist, but wet and ready now. Easing a finger inside her, he continued his dance around her clit.

He could feel her about to come now. He knew the patterns and he was very much in tune to her body tonight. Easing back, he slowed the tempo of his fingers and eased his chair back a bit.

“I think my desert is all ready for me. What do you think Anna?” he whispered against her thigh.

He felt her shudder slightly and then whisper, “yes.”

Without delay, he took her clit between his lips and suckled slightly and then let his tongue resume the dance his fingers had abounded earlier. Anna was moving her hip slightly in tempo with his tongue and she was making delish little moans and sighs; providing the music for their dance.

Will for a moment lost track of time and simply indulged with Anna, the taste of her passion. After he had sated his desire with her for the moment, regaining a bit of control, he eased a finger once again into her, relishing her warmth and the tightness of her pussy. She was on the brink and he wanted to push her over.

Pausing the dance of his tongue he eased up and said to her, “Anna, do you want to come, sweetheart. Tell me tell me what you want.”

She fussed a bit as he stopped and then, whispered, “I want to come Will, please. It feels so good and I want to come.”

“Even now, in front of others, on the dinning table, you want to come?”
“Even now. Will please.”

Her hips were moving and she was restless in her passion.

Returning his fingers to her clit he rubbed and then at the same moment his tongue began to dance around Anna’s clit, his finger surged inside of her. As she gasped, he added a second finger and relentless began to dance and stroke them inside her as his tongue sought to drive her wild.

She was moving in time to his movements and then abruptly she screamed, literally screamed his name and came and did so hard; only to get a second wind and come again.
Will not one to stop while he was ahead, kept up his attention and upped the tempo slightly and his efforts were rewarded with Anna, moaning and moaning again and then he felt the tremors take her, radiating from her pussy and through her entire body.
Then she slumped a bit, melting into the table.

Will slide his chair back and stood, taking Anna into his arms, lifting her from the table and walking to the far edge of the room, settling them onto the small love seat. Anna curled her body into him and Will leaned in and kissed her sweetly on the forehead and then gently on the lips. She snuggled closer still.

Will held her on his lap and stroked her hair. Her back and then he noticed the coupled filing out of the room, two by two.

Once the room was empty, Will leaned Anna back and removed the blindfold. Putting it back into his suit jacket pocket. Anna opened her eyes slowly, dark eyes even darker with spent passion and wonder.

Smiling he kissed her passionately and then slowly gentled the kiss, eased back, drew her head back against his chest and whispered, “Anna, I love you.”

Raising her head, she smiled and whispered, “I love you, Will. Now lets go back to the hotel and do that again.”

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