tongue deep into my mouth

Masturbation phone sex with a stranger

I yearned for a masturbation phone sex adventure. The way time drug on made my skin itch and so this Valentine’s Day I decided to make a departure from my norm. I booked a table for one at the expensive Alley Way Restaurant–an upscale joint that serves over-priced drinks and kick ass food with a French influence. Craving a bit of cordon bleu I decided to dress the part–scarlet red dress with panties to match. Nude, shear to the waist stockings. Tit cups because my dress was open-backed. I wrapped a black, velvet stole around my shoulders and secured it with a Rhinestone butterfly. The finishing touches of my make-up and hair completed the look–cream on top of the dessert.

I arrived at the restaurant with five minutes to spare, but the maitre d seated me immediately. As we walked the plush red carpet to my table he explained that a problem in booking had occurred and that I would have to share my table. Incredulous but craving scallops too much to care I accepted my fate. When I arrived at my table a lone man in wire-rimmed glasses, bald head and a goatee sat at one end of the table. His lips nursed on a mixed drink. He smiled when his eyes beheld me.

“Oh, hi there, looks like we’re having dinner together tonight, huh?” He said.
“Looks like it,” the maitre d removed my stole.
“Nice shoulders,” the man said.

Nice shoulders? Holy shit, this guy must be from another planet. The Alley Way featured a pianist who played classical thru to contemporary music. Piano music always finds its way into my bones. I love the the way the ivories tinkle at just the right pitch to make me feel every single note. I appreciate music, but the covetous me always wanted to play piano and thus made for a sort of obsession.

“Nice music, huh?” the man said, “I personally prefer a full on jazz band, but this’ll do.” He kept sipping on his drink.

“Whatcha drinkin’?” I asked?
“Oh, gin and tonic,” he stared off toward the piano.

I ordered a Grey Goose straight up and then sat back as the waiter began bringing us the appetizer. The scallops. Meant to share. This meant one of us needed to relocate our ass to the seat nearest the food. This turned out to be me.

The man barely said three words during dinner and I found this awkward. However, when dessert came and oozed of chocolate he perked right up. The conversation flowed as did the drinks. Next thing I knew we were dancing on the dance floor with my face buried in his clavicle.

He smelled very rich and robust. Not as bland as he first appeared. However, just about half way through our dance he excused himself to go to the bathroom. What the hell?

I figured I should go to and I followed him to the facilities. The minute we escaped the view of other dining patrons he had me up against the wall, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth. Continue reading