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Table For Four

Table for Four
By: Fredinvirginia



I had known her but for a few weeks and even now thoughts of her lingered in my mind. There was something about the way her shy smile would peak through, even when she thought no one was watching, that mesmerized me. It gave me the feeling that she had a naughty thought playing through her mind just under the surface, which would on occasion break through that "proper" image that she allowed herself in public. I found myself ever more intrigued, further captivated by her with each passing day. Who was she really, inside; what was it that would allow her to offer herself the gift of permission to be completely free. I pondered that thought often and waited anxiously for our planets to align, and then finally it happened, at last our schedules in sync and we now saw our time drawing near.

When that special day started I knew that before I would sleep again, my life would be enriched and renewed in ways that from the beginning I could not have imagined.

She had started the day with butterflies in her stomach stemming from the excitement that had been building and with the wonder of the possibilities that could be. Growing up so unbearably shy, she had come a long way, but still had to push herself at times from going back into that comfortable, safe shell. She looked forward to breaking free, once again, of the shy, “proper” mold into which most casual acquaintances had pegged her. “The new man” in her life was romantic and a dreamer, proving that with every bit of prose he wrote. He had only displayed his quiet side to her up until now, but she sensed a deep passion burning just beneath the surface. Tonight she thought at last, she would know and experience the fullness of this man.

Of course I could not have known on that day that she was feeling the same nervous anticipation as I was. In my mind’s eye I had often imagined all of us together at last. Imagined the sensuous way her body would move to the beat of the music as our first date would begin. He imagined how wonderful she would feel against me as we pulled each other closer during the slower songs, and as she allowed my freedom, even in that public space to begin to know the delicate curve of her body. Imagined the way I would instinctively reach out to hold her in the safety of my arms. Imagined the delicate scent of her hair as my lips would softly move across the nape of her neck in their warm embrace. I imagined our retreat at last, from public into our own private world where would be thrown off the last impediments of any separation, both physical and emotional. Somewhere within that imagination I found new confidence, a confidence that not only would this be a night to never be forgotten, but one that would be burned by the embers of mutual lust into our shared memories forever.

It was within that place of confidence and expectation that, at journeys end, I finally looked deeply into her beautiful eyes which seemed to sparkle and dance with anticipation, and we both understood without words that our intimate samba of romance had finally begun. She had arrived, arm in arm with her husband, the silky black dress flowing from her body with such sensual aura that heads discreetly turned in attempt to hold her within frame for as long as was possible, Quickly, the four of us were shown to the table, the appropriate reward to the waiter having ensured a suitably intimate choice of seating for this most special of evenings.

The dinner that night was exquisite, the drinks mixed to perfection, the conversation flowed seamlessly, and all the while, under the surface, the sexual tension and desire between all of us continued to build. The smiles were genuine and we understood that passion unsealed would soon and at last be at hand. When I could take the internal heat no longer and even as we all still enjoyed our dinner, my hand found her soft thigh under the table. It was skin on skin but it was so much more than that. It was nothing less than an electric shock as every nerve reached out for its match. I felt her emotions radiate out toward me and she felt her breath catch as in that moment, she understood that all doubt was gone and as that introspection faded away, I could feel from somewhere within her inner animal, our mutual pledge now would be one of blissful and unreserved erotic pleasure, each offered freely to the other.

How far would I, should I, go in this moment? Her Husband could instinctively feel and understand the erotic transformation unfolding within her, and he could easily feel her lust emanating outward, so that further verbal explanation was unneeded. All the while as we continued to converse, I lightly stroked her and slowly teased her skin inch by inch ever higher up her now electrified skin. Her breath began to come shorter now and she even paused sometimes in mid sentence, the emotions and sexual energy radiating from within becoming as strong as to block even her words. Her legs parted instinctively, as her inner woman reached out naturally and honestly for more intimate touch. And then right there, strangers within mere inches of her, she felt my touch coming closer, closer to the center of her desire....

It was the heat which registered to ne first, no even more than that, it was an erotic energy. It was pure lust, the most honest of all emotions. It took another second for my mind to register the wetness. Even the lightest touch as I moved softly along the outside of her panties removed any doubt as to her advanced state of arousal. I instinctively breathed in deeply, imagining how erotic would be her aroma in this moment, how wonderful she would taste at this very second, and in a perfect world I now wished that were all alone, away from prying public eyes, and able at last to explore freely one with the other.

So lost was I in this moment of blissfulness that I for a moment almost forgot that there were two others sharing at the table, and when I looked back for a moment to reconnect I observed them locked in a mutually lustful state. Clearly, if it had been possible they would have already undressed each other right there at the table. It was becoming ever clearer that even in this most public of places, we were all beginning to overheat. Then I noticed the most subtle of movement in my wife’s arm and I visually traced the line of her arm until it disappeared under the tablecloth. A wicked grin spread across my face as I imagined where her soft fingers must surely be at that moment.

How would she have started her own dance of passion? Had she “accidently” brushed against his leg, teasing him so he would wonder if that had been her intent. Had she played the shy girl, waiting patiently for his certain response? Or had she taken a more direct path, her intent clear as she had reached out to encircle and tease his manhood. Although he did not know how it had begun, there was no doubt that she was enjoying every second of whatever erotic event that was in the process of unfolding. Clearly they were not at all planning to be left behind in this amazing adventure now beginning to play itself out.

Desert that night was sweet in both flavor and in overtone, each of us intimately sharing tastes with our soon to be lovers. Our eyes locked, our loins heated, and our lust fully inflamed, each delicious lick sending yet another unspoken message reaffirming that in reality our evening was just at the very beginning.

The elevator ride to the penthouse suite could have been a magic carpet ride for such was the almost spiritual mystical energy flowing freely between each of us and finally at last that final door opened into a new reality.

The suite was breathtakingly furnished with the finest materials as well as the latest amenities, a combination of overstated comfort blended seamlessly with the crisp and modern décor edge of the high end suite. The view from the full length picture window was spectacular, the evening cityscape spread out beneath them, a canvas only a select few would have ever had the pleasure to fully enjoy from this vantage. It spoke clearly of power and privilege but for this special night it would speak only of truest passion.

There was a measure of finality present within the sound of the door closing, the click of the lock announcing they were at last in that long awaited world of where anything was possible. There were four smiles at once, an intensely curious mixture of longing and lust, of happiness and horniness, and in that instant the flame that smoldered throughout dinner at once erupted as lips found their longed for match. Heated skin, moistened by lust, bodies pulled closer, and this time with the full assurance that tonight would not end before each had found their intimate longings fulfilled.

The next moments were almost a blur of sensuality as hands at last free to explore wasted no time. Buttons falling open one by one, the erotic sound of zippers as they were slowly and sensuously parted, and the subtle sound of hooks somehow magnified as one by one they as well fell apart. The soft rustle of clothing being shed piece by piece, nothing less than an erotic symphony as the sensual music floating in the air was punctuated by the softest of erotic moans and sexual shivers so intense that they were heard as well by each of us.

As if by divine design the two women simultaneously looked over toward each other and both witnessed and felt the lust of their own partners as they felt each of our longings for our soon to be new lovers. Both women were now sporting sensual and slightly wicked grins and suddenly they instinctively knew it was time for them to take the lead.

Soft hands guided two willing men toward the bed and with the sensual iniquity of a mistress both pushed us back onto the waiting bed. From that vantage point we could observe both women so amazingly sexual in panties only, as in unison they began to slowly lower themselves closer to the center of our pent up energies. For a moment the intensity of that instant made me consider that my life may have moved at last to a point where nothing would ever feel more powerful. That thought evaporated however in the next instant in the expanding intensity of her warm breath as her lips moved ever closer to my straining cock. I also smiled wickedly as it was obvious that they had decided that the first touch to their mutual new lovers would be felt in complete unison.

For an instant time stood still in the intensity of anticipation and then… warmth, touch, sensation beyond description made even more potent if it be possible by the knowledge that my partner was providing that same intensity simultaneously only inches away from us. I was overcome by pure lust in that moment, wanting both to close my eyes and let the picture crystallize forever in my mind and yet at the same time afraid to even blink that in that instant I miss one second of the incredible picture playing out before me. Lucky bastard was the next thought that passed through my mind as I glanced at my wife so intent on providing the most sublime of pleasure to her new lover. I reached toward my lover and lightly stroked her hair and when her eyes looked up toward me, still in the midst of offering her amazing erotic gift to me; I vowed that this night would not end until each of us had experienced more than would have ever hoped to know.

If time is to be measured by feelings felt, experience gained, and memories treasured than the next hours could have filled a lifetime. Images still flash in my mind, vivid snapshots of ecstasy. Mouths and tongues inflamed by lust, lips longing to feel, tongues to taste every sexual and intimate taste. Fingers on fire as they explored every curve while striving to absorb every nuance of touch, to find every place of pleasure both known and imagined. Eyes fully open and dilated by the purest of pleasures. Ears tuned into every lover’s sound, the music growing in intensity until nothing else exists. Bodies heated to erotic burn, glowing brightly in sensual colors.

There is a moment when we all pass from the happening to the stillness, but I can barely remember when it actually happened for we all floated past that point in such an altered state of afterglow that it was almost a mystical journey. I do however, and will always remember, that when we roused in the daylight the first words spoken were –

Breakfast for four?

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