Mind Fucking

Mind Fucking Mind Fucking

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

When the word play turns to foreplay and then no playing at all...

Summary

When the word play turns to foreplay and then no playing at all...

Content

Submitted: October 27, 2018

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Content

Submitted: October 27, 2018

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Mind Fucking

 

Waiter – “Have you decided on your choice of drink?” Then he’s interrupted by a fellow colleague that whispers him a message. He returns his focus to me. “It seems the gentleman at the bar on the end has requested to pay for your expenses this evening.”

I answer with a hint of surprise.

“Oh really?”

My first thought was my husband playing with me even though his ass wasn’t supposed to be in town. I decide to play along. When I curiously look to see who this gentleman is I couldn’t help but to blush when I realize it's the one and only Curtis Daniels. He spots me looking and raises his glass with a smile. Not the distraction I needed tonight, amongst others from him. Nonetheless, I’ll take it. I look to my waiter.

“Would you mind thanking him for me, and also telling him I’ll make sure to make it worth it.” I could tell my response made my waiter feel a bit uncomfortable. “On second thought…” I write my response down. “Can you hand this to him for me instead please?”

Waiter – “As you wish.”

Curtis reads it and his face shows he’s very pleased. My waiter comes back to take my drink order. He recommends their Poinsetta made with Cointreau, Cavit Prosecco and Cranberry juice. He said it pares well with the seafood, which was on my radar. He comes back with it and a napkin with writing on it. I read it.

I already know it'll be well spent :)

He was right about that. Desean has had me under lock and key lately making me wonder if he has suspicions. So, I haven’t been able to get away. Between my secret phone conversations with Curtis; when I can and being with my husband I’m so confused. I love them both. I came here tonight to try not to think of this mess.

But get here, and instead of the thoughtful gentleman being my hubby, I see my lover. I was going to make the most of this moment. I was suddenly feeling frisky, so I start out with the fried oyster appetizer. It's accompanied with Curtis. As it was being placed in front of me I was asked a question by him.

“Do you mind if I sit here to make sure that first bite is to your liking?”

The waiter directs his eyes to mine curiously looking as to what I was going to say back to the gentleman.

“Can you give us a moment? I’ll be ready to finish ordering soon.”

“Sure! I’ll be back over shortly.”

I finally respond to Curtis.

“What are you going to do about it if it’s not?”

“Make sure you're nothing but satisfied. What else?”

He was paying so I figured I owed him at least that much.

“I guess you can have a seat,” I say with a hand gesture. I eye him suspiciously. “What are you up to, seriously?”

“Why I gotta be up to something'?”

“Because you’re here and the only one that knew I was coming here tonight was Kim.”

“I was in here before you. Plus, I ain’t even talked to her.”

“Stop playing!”

“Look, it’s not my fault we here at the same time,” he says looking mischievous. “But I’m glad we are, and since we are I'mma pay for my baby’s meal. That ar'ight with you?”

I had to mess with him.

Your baby?”

“Oh, so you’re not my baby?”

“That was your choice,” I say with my lips turned up.

“Man, that’s not fair. You…”

The waiter comes back interrupting and puts in for my dinner meal. Curtis orders another drink and changes up the subject telling me he had eaten already at the bar, he’s just waiting for dessert.

“Dessert sounds good. That is after I finish the main course.”

I have a bite of an oyster. Curtis watches as I taste.

“How is it?”

I chew with my mouth and eyes closed savoring the flavor. I then pick one up and pop it in his mouth.

You tell me how it is.” He chomps it down. “Well?”

“It’s delicious.”

“I’m even more excited now about the main course. Would you care for another?”

“That’s all you. Maybe we can possibly share dessert.”

I look at him like he’s crazy.

“I don’t know about sharing my dessert.”

“Why not? Any other time it ain’t a problem at all.”

“I didn’t say this time was a problem. It’s just that if it’s as good as this food you’ll have to make it worth my wild to share.”

“So, what I gotta do to make it worth yo' wild then?”

“It wouldn’t be any fun if I told you now would it? So… I guess you’ll have to figure it out,” I say having another bite.

“You aint said nothing.” I take a sip of my drink to wet my palate a bit. “Oysters getting to you?”

“Mm, you could say that.”

“I think it’s me getting to you.”

“If you have to think I guess the answer is no.”

“And if you have to say guess that makes that shit a definite yes.”

I laughed. He had me there. I didn’t have a comeback, so I sipped on my drink again. The waiter came with my meal and Curtis's drink. I had ordered the Macadamia Encrusted Grouper with jumbo lump crabmeat, asparagus and hollandaise sauce. I nearly had an orgasm just looking at it plated. I dive into the crabmeat first. It’s amazing! I offer Curtis some.

“Would you like me to plate a little of this for you?”

“I’m good. I’d rather sit here and watch you eat.”

“I just feel so rude eating alone in front of you.”

With his arms now resting on the table he leans forward and speaks alluringly low-key.

“It’s been many a times I ate alone in front of you and you watched,” he says showing his pearly whites. That was not the visual I needed right now. He leans back pleased, relaxing both hands on his stomach. “I told you I ate though. I’m just waiting till you get around to dessert.”

“Is that really all you're waiting for,” I ask as I brush my bare foot up and down his leg that’s hidden under the draped dining table.

“Definitely! I need that cake… can’t seem to get enough of it.” He leans inward once more speaking with discretion. “Plus, it’s been a while since I’ve had it… you feel me?” He grabs my foot as it’s on the rise and holds it between his legs under the table.

I mouthed emphatically, “I feel you,” before grinning. I had to remember not to smile so much in public with someone who isn’t my husband, so I stuff some food in my mouth. Luckily the restaurant wasn’t crowded… at least at the moment.  

“I might not have any room for dessert after eating all this.”

“Doggy bag it,” he says while giving my foot a thorough massage.

“But you don’t enjoy it as much if you don’t eat it right away.”

“It depends on what you get. It has to be the right thing… to keep,” he adds, as he grinds his knuckle from my heal to my toes.

I loudly huff from the unexpected pleasure, so I slyly start clearing my throat to camouflage the sound in case anyone heard me and started staring. I gather my composure to clearly speak.

“So what do you suggest that be?”

His hands return to the table. He picks up the dessert menu and looks it over analyzing it.

“Lemme see here…” I smile and roll my eyes at his playfulness. “You could never go wrong with the chocolate truffle layer cake. Got white chocolate ganache in it. Shid warm that thing up… mmm girl that’s an explosion waiting to happen.”

“I do like white chocolate explosions.”

His eyes smile back.

“They got Apple Crisp… now dat shits incredible too. Put some ice cream on it… caramel sauce… whipped cream…” he looks at me. “Nuts... you'd enjoy that like it was the first time it was put in front of you.”

“The first time huh?”

He nods his head.

“The first.”

“I’m intrigued.”

“So, what you waiting on. Let’s get it.”

“Lets.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Curtis takes a bit to get back, but when he returns he has a container for my leftovers and a bag in his hand.

“What’s that?”

“Dessert. Where you parked at? I’mma walk you to ya car.”

“Okay.”

Once we’re at my truck we sit in the back seat. As soon as the doors shut he sets the dessert down on the center console in front of us and madly kisses me. It's so intense it makes me fall back on the door making me bump my head on the armrest. We stop kissing and look at each other laughing.

“You ar'ight?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I say rubbing the spot.

“I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” he brags, “without making you bump ya head of course.”

He looks back at me with so much love in his eyes and devotion.

“So, lover what’s exactly in the bag?

“Lemme show you.” We get off each other and he grabs it. He shows me he had gotten the chocolate layer truffle cake instead. “That looks so good,” I say. Then he delightfully pulls out a small container with ice cream in it. “Can’t forget this. Shit done melted some.”

“I see.”

“You gonna share ya dessert with me,” he sweetly asks.”

I couldn’t deny that smile. It just makes my heart melt. I happily respond.

“Eat as much as you like.”

“I plan on it.”

I kick my heals off and recline the dual bench in the truck. I wanted him... badly! Curtis does the same to the individual seat after he places the dessert back down. We weren’t strangers to getting busy in a car. We lived by the saying, “by any means necessary.” As I pull up my pencil skirt and slip out of my panties he swiftly kicks off one sneak, pulls off his shirt and comes out of one leg of his boxers and jeans.

“Baby girl you gone eat while I eat,” he says grabbing the ice cream and the plastic spoon that was in the bag. My eyes widen as his attention goes to my exposed love cove. I get excited.

“Mmm… feed me babe.”

Next, I’m heaving uncontrollably from the cold spoonful of ice cream on my mound. “Curtis! CURTIS!” That soon turns to moans as he nibbles and licks it off fervently. “Uh! Huh! HUH!” I was icy hot from the sudden temperature change.

He takes a chunk of cake and feeds it to me simultaneously devouring my lips, hence we both eating. Then he goes back to feasting on his main dessert. It was the best chocolate layered truffle cake we both had in our lives. He then dips his dickhead in the softened vanilla ice cream and hurriedly sticks it in my mouth. He huffs for relief as I suck it off.

“AHH SHIT! Suck it! Ah fuck!” His his voice trails as the chills turn to thrills. “Uhh…yeah baby… awhhh right dare…yeah… awhhh fuck,” he groans.

I gave new meaning to the slogan, “It melts in your mouth and not in your hands.” His chocolate stick was warmed up in no time. I took him on a chocolate trip searching for the creamy filling. He was ready to cum as bad as I. He plunges inside my pussy to get a few quick hits before the explosion. Now the car is rocking.

“Open ya shirt.”

I quickly unbutton it unfastening my bra. He dumps the cake on my cleavage, feeds me a bite from his mouth, then goes to town on my breast relishing the whole entre. Before long, his white ganache was spilling over giving him one hell of a nut. He rapidly pulls out to put it in my mouth. It splatters on my face first. He goes for some wet wipes that also was in the bag opening a packet and cleans my face off. While he’s calming down he has the biggest grin.

“That shit was fuckin' incredible!” Then he takes out several more for us both to use elsewhere. I was a crumbly ass mess. “You might just wanna get the rest in the shower… that’ll be a lot easier.”

“Great idea! Now why didn’t I think of that,” I say sarcastically, while grinning like it wasn’t a thought. My grin changes quickly when I hear a car engine. Curtis’s eyes become concentrated as a lion on its prey looking at a vehicle pulling up behind my car for a second blocking it. “Please tell me that car isn't just sitting there.”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Curtis and I both haul ass to start putting our things back on. I turn to see who's behind my car and why, praying for the off chance it’s not my husband. But it was. He noticed my car and was waiting for the spot beside me to park in. I had no idea he was back in town when I told him what I was doing tonight. I'm literally screwed and my mind is fucked!

 

The End


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