A Night on the Town
written by:
squall_119

I had been planning this night the entire week. We had gotten so caught up in our work lives that I know both our active sexual appetites were in need of some feeding. I called you on Wed afternoon to confirm the date, and I would pick you up at your house on Friday at 7pm, sharp.

I knew you would be at work Fri all day, and would rush home to get ready. I finished work early on Friday, and let myself into your house on my way home to pick out your clothes. Not only would it save you time, but I wanted that special look tonight. I knew most of your wardrobe, and I had a simple, special combination in mind, that would suit the planned activities.

You had this short, black leather skirt that showed off your legs so well. And on top, a light colored silky blouse, with open sleeves and buttons down the front. A very brief mesh panties and high heels would finish off the outfit. I left the jewelry up to you. You do so well with that anyhow. I laid the perfume I wanted you to wear on the table where I was sure you would notice it. I left you a note telling you that I had stopped by and picked out a few things for you to wear, and just those things. No bra; might not even need the panties for too long. Just be ready at 7:00.

I wanted to see the sly smile on your face as you read my note, and knew that you were in for an extra special evening that I had spent some time in planning. I knew you knew you weren't going to be disappointed.

At 7 exactly, I knocked on your door, and you promptly appeared, dressed exactly as I had envisioned and planned, looking stunning, with your short hair, long, exposed legs, and just a hint of your nipples visible through the thin material of the blouse. Sexy and sultry without sleazy. I inhaled deeply at the perfume you wear that has imprinted itself on my mind, and never fails to stir deep, passionate emotions in me. Something about the smell really gets me deep. We embraced and I let my hands roam to your back and behind, and I cupped your ass in my hands, letting my fingers wander to the backs of your thighs, caressing briefly your smooth skin.

"You look marvelous, my dear Sammi. Just how I thought you would look," I said, stepping back and looking appreciatively up and down your sexy figure.

"So you've done some planning, I see? Anything else you can tell me now about our evening?"

"No, not just yet. I have it all planned out though. I think you'll like the nights' itinerary," I said, smiling and looking deeply into your eyes, before biting your neck and nibbling at your ear, feeling the goose bumps arise on your arms.

"Better be careful lover, or we might just not make it out of this house."

I escorted you by the arm to my car, top down, and shining clean, inside and out. I opened the door for you and couldn't take my eyes off your bare legs as the dress hiked up to your thighs, just inches before the panties I had picked. I could also get a peek down your creamy shoulders and glimpse some cleavage. I licked my lips in anticipation of the further sights to unfold, and even though I knew quite well what lay underneath those clothes, there was something about the peek, the inadvertently exposed flesh that got me going.

Along the way to the city, towards the excitement of the night life and the activity, I let my hand rest on your thigh, feeling the soft warmth of your skin, and let my fingers run circles up and down, getting closer and closer to your crotch, feeling the warmth there, and enjoying feeling you slink down in the seat a little, as if to urge my hand further up. I knew that driving fast, feeling the rumble of the engine as I raced it through the gears would help heat things up, both for the car and for your engine. I had rented this Porsche, and the weekends were the best for going on some pleasure trips. The leather gleamed and smelled like pure car leather smell, and the mid-engine grumbled close to the seats. That combination was exciting for both of us.

You kept one hand on the back of my neck, and ran them through my hair, caressing my neck and shoulder. I tried to imprint the sight of you sitting there, eyes closed, wind blowing in your hair as the sun was setting over the city we approached. I could see your legs bare to the high thigh, and the wind was blowing your blouse open and closed, whipping a pleasant breeze to your nipples, which were quite visible now, and I could occasionally glimpse through the arm holes. I chose your wardrobe well, and you wore it better.

I heard--no I felt-- you sort of purr, down deep in your throat as my finger barely brushed against your pussy, quite warm. Not hot like I like it yet. My other fingers continued to savor the softness of you skin at your inner thigh, one of the most sensual places on you. I love to linger there, feeling your muscles, taut with anticipation of my next point of attention as I lick my way slowly to your sex, which is always so wet and dripping when I finally get there. Those thoughts run through my mind as I continue to brush one finger almost imperceptably along the edge of your panties, trying to feel any moisture that may have gotten there. I can feel your hips rocking slightly, just a little, probably unconsciously.

In between gear shifting, I would return my hand to a more pleasurable place on your thighs, and resume stroking, feeling your heat and sensing your arousal.

"Oh baby, that feels so nice. It's been a long week, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it sure has. I hope to make it all go away tonight. Take you away, make you forget all those daily stresses."

"You sure are off to a good start. You know how to get me dripping wet so easily."

"I'm glad you approve. I like to feel you like that, you know. Your arousal excites me to no end. I enjoy your pleasure, and I enjoy bringing you pleasure. You deserve it."

I felt so lucky, to be sitting here with my lover, my friend, enjoying our time together, and having so much to look forward to. We were young and had our futures in front of us.

As we were approaching the city, I lifted the edge of your panties with my finger, and slid my finger to touch the outer lips of your pussy, and smiled at the wetness there and I could feel you hold your breath a little as I managed to slide one finger inside your wetness with ease. I love how wet you get, and how quickly you can get aroused. It's definitely one of your most endearing and exciting features. That along with your wicked mind made our sex life so fun. You shift on the seat to give my hand a better angle, and I twirl that finger around and around, feeling your inner walls from front to back, up and down. I slide it out and find your clit for a brief, gentle caress and you moan softly again. I must remove my hand to drive the last few blocks to the restaurant, and we both take a few deep breaths and try to get things together for the meal. I have to emerge from the car slowly so I can rearrange my pants slightly, the bulge there rather prominent. I lastly inhale and lick the juices from my finger that was moments ago deep inside your juicy pussy, and I look deep into your eyes and tell you how much I love the way you taste, a perfect before dinner treat. And hopefully more for later.

Once inside and seated at a corner table of a dark, romantic restaurant, we order our drinks and I tell you that there were more than a couple men, and women, admiring your body as we entered. I enjoyed the looks you get, because I am reminded how lucky I am to have your body for me to enjoy. I wonder if anyone else could smell your arousal?

Drinks arrive and as we are awaiting our salad course, I lean over to you and tell you, "I want you now to go to the bathroom, and put these inside you." I hand you a small, silken bag with two metallic balls inside. Ben-wa balls. I know you have wanted to try them, and this was the perfect time.

You looked down at the offering in my hand and then into my eyes.

"OK," was all you said. It was all you needed to say.

I watched you walk to the bathroom and enjoyed the sight of your ass and legs as they moved under your skirt. I loved them wrapped around me, around my waist as I buried myself deep inside you and the feeling of those smooth inner thighs as they wrapped around my head when I was licking and tasting your sweet nectar. Quick, vivid images that made me hard again.

I drank my gin and tonic as I waited patiently for your return and was anxious to see the look in your eyes as you returned, filled with the sensual, metal balls I brought for you. I watched you walk towards me, taking small steps, walking slowly. New feeling, I guess, with those metal balls in your pussy. They wouldn't fall out, but could anyone hear the slight metallic clink as they rolled around inside you? Would anyone know?

Some astute women around might sense it. One of those intuition things.

You slid in close to me, and I studied your face carefully.

"Feels..different. Nice. I think I could get used to this. I'm so wet now, it's not funny. I'm not sure I can make it through dinner."

"I'm glad you like it. I thought it might be something different. I have been saving them for such a special occasion."

"I hope this is not your favorite restaurant, because after a few more minutes and a couple drinks, I might just have to fuck you right here on the table."

"I just love it when you talk dirty. I took the liberty of ordering dinner for us."

"My, aren't we taking the lead tonight. I suppose I should just lay back and enjoy, as they say."

"I think you will enjoy."

During dinner, our talk was frequently injected with sexual innuendo, and you took whatever opportunity to lick you fingers slowly and seductively, making sure I was watching. I loved to see you lick things, and you knew it. It was so reminiscent of the luscious blow jobs you give me. I am so easily aroused too, and you knew that as well. Visual and easy. Typical guy, huh?

By the time we were waiting for dessert, I managed to pull you a little closer to me on the seat, and let my fingers caress your inner thigh again, like I did earlier in the car, and the heat coming from your pussy was incredible. I could feel in from about mid-thigh. It took some restraint from me as well, to not just plunge my fingers deep into your dripping pussy, and feel you clench my hand inside, and bring you the climax I so wanted to give you.

I placed my hand over your hot mound, and tried to feel any moving inside you. You whispered to me, with breath as hot as that which I felt on my hand, that you could feel the balls moving inside you, and if you clenched your inner muscles, there was the most exquisite sensation of them moving around and around.

"I'm so close to coming all the time, it feels like my insides are humming and full. I hope I can wait until we are home."

"Maybe we should get the check and get going then?"

"Yes, I think that would be a good idea."

I got the check, and the waitress brought it back, and gave you what I thought was a knowing smile. Maybe she knew what we were doing under the table. Or maybe she could sense your arousal and was envious of your upcoming night.

"Have a great night," she said, with a little more than the usual emphasis on 'great.'

We walked arm in arm outside, and instead of going right to the car, I steered us to a nearby street, with some shopping. I felt you lean on me a little more than usual, and we walked slowly, deliberately, doing some window shopping. We didn't talk much, other than to admire the clothes, or the art in the windows.

"Oh Dan, I am so wet, I feel like I am dripping down my thighs," you said, again your hot breath and your erotic words sending sensations right to my center. "These things are quite amazing."

"Do you want to go into this place, and try on a couple things, and get cleaned up a little?"

We entered a very nice ladies boutique, and we looked around for some things, something for you to try on for me. A new dress perhaps, something sexy and stylish. There were no other customers there, and the sales person asked us if we needed any help. You shook your head no, and just asked where the dressing rooms were. I waited and looked at the clothes, feeling the materials, just thinking of you changing just a few feet away, clad in only your panties, sliding into a dress and trying not to look as excited as I knew you were.

Moments later, you emerged, wearing a very sexy, sleek dress, long, but cut with a slit up high on your thigh. The back was quite low too, and showed off your breasts, with nipples that were quite hard and apparent through the expensive material. Doesn't leave much to the imagination. Just how I like it. Revealing, yet concealing. You knew my tastes too. You walked around me a couple times, and I swear I could hear the balls moving around in you, as they make a musical, magical sound when they touch.

"How do you like this one?"

"Very nice. Stunning in fact. I approve very much."

"Does that mean you would buy it for me?"

"It's yours if you want it."

"Boy, what did I do to deserve this treatment today?"

"Just being you."

"Dan, you are so sweet to me. I'm sure I can think of some way to make it up to you," you whisper deliciously in my ear, as you return to the dressing room to change back to your clothes. I know I can detect your aroused aroma, the smell is so powerful to me.

As you enter the dressing area I can see that you have left the door slightly open, and with the mirror configuration of the dressing room and the area just in front of it, I can see you quite clearly as you remove the dress, sliding it from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor in a swish of material. I watch you standing there in just your underwear and heels, looking at your body in the mirror, pulling your breasts up and holding the hard nipples in your fingers. I know you are so close to coming, and so aroused from the long, drawn out torture I have made you endure. I am not sure if you know I am watching you but I am transfixed to the spot I am standing, unable to move or breathe.

I see you move your legs back and forth, letting the balls move inside you as your knowing hands massage your breasts and pull your nipples into harder and harder points. I feel the ultimate voyeur and I still cannot move. I don't think a fire alarm in my ear would have moved me from this spot.

One of your hands moves down and I see your eyes watching it travel down your firm stomach to the wet panties and slide inside them. I can see your fingers moving inside the material of your underwear, and your eyes close briefly as your legs continue to squeeze together. I know you are trying to make yourself come, and I keep thinking to myself, that you had better wait. I hope your restraint is up to the test.

Fortunately, the store door bell chimes as another customer enters, and you are pulled from your reverie and your moment and you quickly pull on your blouse and skirt and retrieve the dress from the floor, and place it on the hanger and come out of the dressing room towards me, so we can pay and get on our way.

We do so, and I can't help but think the sales lady knew too, what was going on, because she stayed away from us while you were changing, and gave you a smile that I thought was a little more than the usual business smile. I knew I could smell you; I'll bet she could too.

"Were you watching me in there? You know you shouldn't go around peeking in ladies dressing rooms. Who knows what you might see?"

"So you planned that little episode, eh? You might just have to pay for that one later, you know."

"Umm. I sure hope so. Thank you for the dress. It is really wonderful. I'm sure we can find somewhere suitable to wear it out." With that, you pulled me aside in the doorway before we exited the next door to the street and kissed me with such passion, pulling on my lips with your hungry mouth and wet, hot lips. Our tongues fought and battled to enter each other's mouths, and we pulled our bodies close to each other. I pushed my hips into your stomach so you could feel my hardness press into you. I ran my hands under your dress and felt the wetness at the backs of your thighs as I kneaded your ass with my hands.

We separated and you said to me, "I almost made myself come just then. I am simmering on the edge of boiling. I liked knowing you were watching me. You like to watch, don't you?"

"Yes, my dear, you know I do. Almost as much as you like to show, I think."

"Let's go home. I think we need to take this party inside." You reached between us and held my cock in your hand and squeezed it firmly, emphasizing 'this party,' feeling its hard, hot length in your hand.

We walked quickly to the car, and I could feel the intensity of your arousal through the grip you had on my arm as we walked. I saw from the corner of my eye the look in your eye that I associated with your 'bedroom eyes.' Perhaps that's what the two other women noticed as well, both the waitress and the clothing store lady. I'm surprised a couple other men didn't pounce on you too. You had that sultry glaze on your face, as if awaiting a suitor, alluring, and emitting a pheromone to attract your mate. It was sure having its effect on me too.

I put the top up on the car, and we slunk down into our seats. Again, I watched you sit into the car, and again, I saw your dress hike up even higher until I could see the edge of your panties and the treasure beneath. The next part should be fun too.

As I got into the car and warmed it up a little, I could see you squirming around a little, as if trying to get comfortable. But I knew why you were squirming. You were trying to get that inner motion going, and get yourself off. I sort of sat there for a moment and watched you, and you seemed preoccupied, and didn't notice my watching and waiting. After a while, before I pulled the car out, I leaned over to you and nibbled on your neck for a moment, inhaling the scent of your perfume and of you. It was not the smell of the perfume that got me, but your scent It was unique. The perfume was just the whipped cream on the top. Hmmm, there's a thought for later.

I then whispered in your ear, "Sammi, I want you to remove your panties for me and give them to me. And then unbutton your blouse all the way.

Just like before, you just looked at me long and deep, and said, "OK."

I watched as you reached up under your dress, and pulled your panties off your legs, and down around and off your ankles. Then as you handed them to me, I took them to my face and inhaled deeply of your scent. As I was become more intoxicated with this, I watched you unbutton your blouse, slowly, one button at a time, looking at me looking at you. I watched your eyes and then your chest, as inch of delicious inch came into view as the buttons were undone.

I could only nod in approval. My mouth was dry and I was completely turned on by the sight of you almost all the way exposed to me, yet carefully covered. I reached out my hand and traced a line from your mouth, down your chin and neck, to your chest and down to your stomach. Your skin was warm and soft, so warm and soft. I couldn't wait for later. I continued to trace the line over your skirt, now bunched up around your waist, and to your thighs and calves. I worked my hand back up and back to that sensual spot for me and you, at your inner thighs. I could feel the moisture there that had dripped down your legs from the last hour or so of arousal. You were steaming. I pushed up the edge of your skirt and looked at your pussy, wet and shiny in the dim light of the parking lot, and ran my finger up and down the entrance, feeling the slick moisture coat my finger. I slid it in slowly to your inner passage and felt the warm metal balls there, and felt around them, moving them inside you, feeling how they filled your pussy up. I inched my finger out of you and stroked your clit which was hard and urging. I looked up at you and your eyes were closed and you had one hand on your breast, holding your nipple in your fingers, pulling and stroking it. I enjoyed seeing this, and wanted to see more. I wanted to watch you pleasure yourself, and I so needed to taste you more. The smell now in the car was absolutely overwhelming with your scent. Incredible.

"Now, as we are driving home, which I will do as fast as I can safely do, I want you to play with yourself. But you are not allowed to make yourself come. Not yet. Keep your pot simmering a little longer."

Pause. Deep breath. "OK."

I shifted in gear, and turned on the inside map light, and pointed it at your stomach. As we drove home, I had to struggle to keep my eyes on the road, and I constantly looked at your body, your hands on your pussy, and your tits, nipples hard, thighs clenching, eyes closed as if in a trance, in another world. That's where I wanted you to be. I saw your fingers glisten each time they would emerge from your pussy, and use the juice to stroke your clit. I was trying to embed this image in my brain forever. I so much wanted to remember the sight of you sitting there, pussy filled with ben-wa balls, stroking yourself for me to see, and elevating your arousal yet further.

I was glad there weren't any cops out, because I think I would have a hard time explaining your underwear in my lap, the smell in the car, and the speed at which I was driving. There must be something against the law in all that. We pulled into our street and your legs were now spread, one on the dash and the other against the console with your right hand pulling and twisting your nipple slowly, and your left hand deftly stroking your clit.

"Oh Dan, I am so hot. I don't ever remember being this turned on. I need to come so badly now. I've been right on the edge for the last 30 minutes. Or maybe the last hour. Or longer. I have lost track of time."

"Let's go inside. The best is yet to come, my dear."

"The next thing to come better be me. And soon."

As we entered the house, again I thought for sure I could hear the balls moving inside you. We went immediately to the bedroom and I led you by the hand to the overstuffed chair we have there, that while quite comfortable for reading, makes for a more comfortable oral sex chair. I sat you down, and knelt between your legs, and caressed your legs, from your thighs to your toes. I took one leg at a time and placed them over the arms of the chair so you were sitting reclined, and with your legs spread before me. I pulled your blouse from the waist of your skirt and pulled it aside so I could see your tits, with their most excellent nipples poking out towards me, urging my lips to them. I held your arms firmly and placed them at your side. "No moving them, OK?"

"I think I can manage that."

"You look so sexy and delicious."

"Please, Dan, I need your mouth on me. I need your hands on me. Something..now."

I kissed your neck, leaning forward, feeling the heat from your body against me. I slowly kissed your neck and worked my way down to your collar bones, and then down to your tits. I licked them around and around, using one hand on one to hold the weight in my hand and using the other one to feed it to my mouth. I kissed around and around the edges and underneath, licking the contour of your ribs. One hand kneaded the soft flesh as my mouth found your hard nipple and I gently flicked at the tip with the end of my tongue. I blew cool air on the wet flesh, and I could see it harden yet more. I leaned forward to take it fully in my mouth and your gasp was audible. I licked and sucked it with hunger and I couldn't help a little bite, which made you gasp again. My other hand pulled at the nipple there, and I twisted it and pulled it hard. I tried to suck more and more of your breast into my mouth as I squeezed it with my hands, pulling it deeper into my mouth. I was so hungry for you I almost bit to draw blood.

I don't know how many minutes passed, but I managed to lick your tits, one at a time, until you were practically coming out of the chair. I sat back on my thighs to admire your aroused form again, and I lightly caressed both your nipples as I looked at you. I released one hand to slide down to your pussy and caressed the outer lips there, feeling again the heat and wetness.

"I don't think I have ever felt you this wet before. I can't wait to taste you. I have been dying to do this all night."

"Please Dan, no more torture. I am dying.I need you inside me.something.now.please."

"Music to my ears, Sammi."

I leaned forward to kiss your inner thighs, and one finger continued to caress your outer lips, parting them slightly so I could slide one, and then two fingers inside your dripping wet pussy, feeling the balls there. I moved them around with one hand, and the other held the lips open so I could lick you up and down. I inhaled deeply of your aroma and almost came right there, the smell and taste were so incredible. I licked the juices from your slit and let my tongue go inside you too, to catch the delicious drink. I used my tongue in long, flat strokes up and down your pussy, stopping at the top each time to gently flick and run circles around your clit. I could feel your muscles grasping at my fingers and the balls inside you and I knew you were close.

I just held your clit between my lips and my tongue licked at it ever so lightly. "Do you like it like that, or like this?" I said and offered a firmer, harder stroke on your clit as my hands continued to twirl around and deep inside your pussy.

"Oh yeah, baby, just like that, HARDER.....EAT ME" certainly indicating the firmer stroke of my tongue was what you wanted now. I obliged and continued a slow, firm steady rhythm with my tongue pressed firmly to your clit as my fingers pulled at the inner walls of your flesh. Finally, I reached one hand up and pulled at your nipple, feeling it harden in my hand, and that's what sent you over the edge.

"Oh..yes..oh, now, I'm coming..yes..ahhhh.oh god...oh god...aaaaahhhh!!!!!" was the last I heard as your whole body became engulfed in the hardest, longest orgasm I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing, and thankfully, of inducing. Your body spasmed and clenched at me as I pressed my face firmly to your pussy, drinking like a man dying of thirst at your sweet juices that flowed more than I thought possible from your sex. Your hands pulled at my hair as you pulled my head into your pussy, and I felt your inner muscles squeeze and squeeze at my fingers inside you. I continued to lick softly and steadily as I think your orgasm hit again, although it might have been the same one going on and on.

I held my face there for the longest time, licking and caressing your pussy, and holding your breast in my hand and just stayed there, holding you close, savoring, tasting, feeling. I felt the balls still in you and I managed to curl my finger around one at a time and pull them out, each one accompanied by a gasp of emptiness from you. I stood, undressed quickly and pulled your arms over your head and held them there firmly. I knelt again between your legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to your pussy. I rubbed the underside up and down your wet opening, pushing the top down on to you. Once it was coated with your juices, which didn't take long, I slid into you with one easy, quick push and immediately, was buried up to my balls into the hottest, wettest pussy ever.

I felt your muscles pull at me deep inside, taking in the feeling of me filling you up all the way. The only things touching on us was my hands holding your wrists above your head, and my cock deep inside you. Again, you gasped at the sensation and I slid in and out a few times, all the way in then all the way out, and again, in and out. Slowly and completely.

"Oh Dan, that's good. I needed you inside me. I needed to feel you filling me up. Just like this. Oh.yes.good.deep."

"You are so sexy."

We managed to find a good rhythm like this, just touching at our centers, rubbing in and around, so I could feel my pelvis against yours, and feel your clit rub against me. I released your hands and pulled your legs from the chairs arms to my shoulders and continued to stroke my cock in and out of your dripping pussy faster and faster. I couldn't go slowly now, and I could feel my balls hit you with each stroke in and we both were close now. I could tell.

"I want to be inside you from behind you," I said, with short breath. I pulled myself out of you and turned you over so could admire your ass, and I again entered you all the way with one, quick, firm push.

"Fuck me...Harder, Dan", you moan.

We both gasped and again, resumed our rhythm. I knew this makes you come quickly, especially as much as you were worked up. I reached for your tits, hanging and begging for my touch. I held them in my hand and pulled and pinched your nipples roughly. I took one of your hands and guided it to our sex, and we together felt my cock and your pussy, wet and one, gliding in and out of each other. I wanted your hand on my balls, and I put it there. You quickly got the idea, and caressed me there, holding my balls in your hand, feeling the need there, feeling the building climax. I returned to you tits and massaged and kneaded their softness.

"Oh yes, Sammi. This is so good..I'm close. come with me..yes baby.come with me.." I managed to say.

"Oh yeah Dan. I'm there..yes..come in me. ..I want to feel you come in me..yes.now!!!"

That's all I needed as I crossed the point of no return and felt my orgasm hit me. My spine tingled and my toes curled as I released spasm after wonderful spasm of hot come deep into your pussy, my pelvis pushing deeper and urging my cock deeper into you with each spurt of my come. I collapsed onto your back as I felt your orgasm grip me inside your pussy, and your hands urging my balls to spend all my juice into you. We fell to the floor, with me resting on your back and my cock still hard inside you, holding each other close, and recovering our breath, which took quite a few minutes. The earth seemed quite far from where we were.

"Dan, That was, by far, the most incredible orgasm-or orgasms, I should say-of my life. You made me so absolutely, mind-boggling crazy"

"I too, will remember this night for a long time."