August 1 – Ellen’s Birthday

We sat in The Mansion of Turtle Creek, a 5 star restaurant in Dallas, I in my tuxedo and her in a tiny black dress which left her delicate shoulders exposed and plunged deeply into her perfect cleavage. I can’t remember seeing it before, but it had clearly succumbed to her own personal aura and turned, as her clothes so often seem to do, into the Sexiest Thing Ever. It is Ellen’s birthday dinner, and I’m not hoping to get lucky. I’m already lucky. I handed her a small box with a bow on it. Ellen opened the box and gasped seeing the keys to a 2016 Porsche 918. ” OMG…John…nobody has ever given me a car.” ” Enjoy it.” I said. She pulls my eyes from the sweep of her collarbone with a raised glass. ” To us,” she said, and we clinked and drank. She said ” Live long and prosper.” I chuckled.
She giggled, then turned her hand sideways. ” I love how dirty this will be later,” she said, giving the air a few lewd thrusts. ” You’re incorrigible.” ” I’m not nearly drunk enough for that kind of language,” she said, and leaned back in her chair, tilting her head to finish the last of her wine. The movement of her throat muscles mesmerized me as I watch her swallow, and I almost jumped when her foot brushed against my shin under the table. She’d slipped her high heel off, and I feel the soft warmth of her flesh through the thin fabric of my pants as she toed her way up my leg. She caught my eye over the top of her empty glass and held it, mouth turned up into an unutterable smirk. My pulse surging into my throat and my cock, already rock hard gave a joyful leap in my pants.

Her foot kept going. I raised my own wine to my lips, trying to play it cool. I took a sip. She attacked, her foot surging up to my groin like some kind of fleshy sand worm. I hardened even more as I inhaled a mouthful of Merlot. She continues to smirk as she watched me collapse into a fit of choked coughing, then she stood up and made her way around the table. A waitress stopped, looking concerned. ” Is he alright?” ” He’ll be fine. Can we use your bathroom real quick?” Ellen asked. The other diners were starting to stare. I couldn’t catch my breath. ” Of course, it’s right down the hall. Do you need any help, or…” ” No, thanks. We’ll just be a minute.” Ellen helped me down the hall and into the bathroom, where I spent the next few minutes hacking over a marble sink. Finally, I caught my breath and looked up. I caught my own face, beet red, in the mirror, then saw her standing behind me, still smirking.
” All better?” She asked, voice soft and sultry. ” Yes,” I croaked. ” You’re terrible.” She reaches over to the door with measured intent and clicked the lock closed with an air of finality. When she spoke, it was in a sultry tone.
” But now I have you right where I want you.” She paused and stepped closer, hips swaying, then swooned into my arms, forearm draped theatrically over her brow. ” Teach me of your love.” ” Right here?” I glanced around. It is clean and fancy, but still a bathroom. She caught my eye in the mirror. ” Right here. Right now.” ” You are a dirty girl.”
” Then fuck me like one.”

I pull her upright and kiss her, and she responded forcefully, pushing my lips apart and sliding her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hand circling around to grasp at my hair and she mashed her lips into mine. I slide my hand down her back and over her ass, all the way to the back of her bare thighs. The feel of her skin against mine electrified me. I realized my cock is painfully hard and throbbing against the tight fabric of my pants, and she must have realized it too, because she broke away and ran her hand quickly down my chest to free it. There is a little delicacy and much urgency. We both needed a fucking, and we didn’t have much time. She yanks down my pants and pulls my cock out of my boxers with a grin. My hands slide up from her thighs to her breasts, and I squeeze them through her dress. I feel her erect nipples through the fabric. I wanted desperately to kiss them, run my tongue over them and suck them roughly into my mouth, letting her feel my teeth on her sensitive skin, but there is no way to get at them without ruining the careful arrangement of her strapless dress. I growled in frustration and bit her earlobe. A little too hard, perhaps. She gasps and her hands convulsed around my cock. It is too much. I needed to be inside her, to fuck her like the perfect, horny little bitch she is. I pull away, too quickly for her to follow, and spun her around by the shoulders. I force her a step forward, pushing her hips into the counter and bending her over until her face almost touches the mirror. One hand went to the back of her neck, gathering up a fistful of her long hair, and pulling her head back.