I Love Italian
written by:
Sweet Ann

I'm not an exhibitionist, I swear. It just happened the one time, really, and I...well I do want it to happen again, certainly, but...oh, it was great sex, probably some of the hottest I had ever had...ok, maybe I am that. An exhibitionist, I mean.

Or maybe I'm just fucking horny. Maybe that's it.

My mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to wrap itself around the fact that my pussy wasn't just wonderfully satiated, but incredibly full and very well-treated. I hadn't had sex in a while, and being able to let someone else spur me on, tickle my insides until I convulsed around him...it was a nice break for my hands. Then there was...but I'm getting way ahead of myself.

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Friday night was our anniversary of sorts - my boyfriend and I had been dating for about four months now, enjoying the little time we had together before our busy schedules ripped us apart. My work as a restaurant manager usually had me on the phone half the time and filling in for somebody who didn't show up the second half. Joel was working through medical school, nearly finished with his residency. The only problem was all the overtime and call-ins, not to mention the huge amounts of paperwork he had to do each night. Still, we found a little time here and there to grab a bite to eat, watch part of a movie, walk along the beach, or just fool around in the playground. A swinging contest earlier that week had won me a double-decker ice cream cone. Sitting next to him on a bench, I couldn't resist the temptation to tease. I slid my hand onto his thigh, garnering his attention. My cone held high, I licked and nibbled along, drawing the scoops into my mouth and smoothing the treat as I pulled it back out. I inched my fingers closer to his hips as I continued to give my ice cream the best blow job I could. Joel's eyes widened, but he only smiled during my little performance. I finally reached his cock, which was definitely hardening into a substantial bulge in his jeans, right as I licked the last of the ice cream from the cone.

"Awww...I guess there's nothing left, now." I winked at him as my shoulders shrugged and my hand retreated back to my thigh. Joel kissed behind my ear a minute, providing more goosebumps than my rapid eating of the cone did, and then ended up whisking away to help out with an eight-car pileup that was arriving at the ER. It's hard dating a doctor...but the fringe benefits pay off later...

Friday night was going to be special - not only had Joel procured reservations at a chic, romantic Italian restaurant, but I had taken the initiative to visit the infamous Victoria's Secret store. After debating whether I should go as an angel or naughty devil, I chose both - Angel perfume and ultra-naughty black stocking, lace garter, and matching half-cup bra. While I knew I wouldn't be wearing the panties for long, I picked out a black lace thong that barely covered anything worth covering - perfect for tonight, as far as I was concerned. I knew I was falling for this guy, and there was only so long a hot-blooded girl could go without sex.

All afternoon I spent cleaning my apartment, making sure that I had candles, wine, and extra pillows at hand. I then took a long bath, shaving my legs and taking special care with my grooming - nicks would NOT be a good idea tonight. Next I rinsed my long, brown hair and then dried off, taking special care to brush my hair down, shiny and full. As I slipped on the thigh-high stockings and fastened them to the garter belt, I stood in front of the mirror. Just seeing myself, pussy bare and D-cup breasts still fairly perky and topped with deep rose areolas puckering in the cool air, started to send twinges down my spine and centering in my core. I slid my finger along my slit slowly, teasing myself further before pulling on my thong; I needed to stay hot and horny for tonight and there was no use satisfying myself now when Joel would satisfy me later. My bra snapped easily around my back and failed to cover the top half of my areolas, teasing my nipples with the lace border. Somehow I didn't care, happy that I looked this good at the ripe old age of 28. I smacked my bare ass with my hands, happy at the little jiggle. Not too bony, not a huge bulge - perfect, as far as I was concerned, and that was all that mattered.

My favorite red dress was selected for the first fucking occasion, dipping very low in the front so that if I just barely bent over the flesh that the bra didn't cover would be exposed to the world. The skirt was full and hung just below my knees - there was no need to entice him so much that we would never get into the restaurant. A little red lipstick, some mascara and eyeliner, a simple diamond pendant, and I was ready for my best red heels - strappy with a tiny rhinestone. I lifted my tresses into a black clip, finishing the sophisticated "fuck me" look.

"Damn, Kate, you are fucking hot!" My reflection smiled back at my comment. The clock chimed in the living room, reminding me that I had to get going or I'd be late meeting Joel at the restaurant.

When I arrived Joel was leaning against his car. He gave me a low whistle as I stepped out of my car and pulled me into his arms. I smiled. "I take it I did a good job tonight."

"Kate, I didn't think you could get more beautiful, but I was so wrong. You have totally taken my breath away."

"Well, Joel, as you are already breathless..." I pressed my lips hotly against his, curling my fingers into his hair as I drew a leg against his thigh. His hands grabbed onto my sides and pulled me closer, one drifting down to my ass to press my rapidly-heating cunt against his crotch. When I gently rolled my hips over him, I felt his low moan rumble into my mouth, my tongue catching the utterance and reveling in my power. I broke away at that point, my lips missing the pressure and the sweet taste of his tongue.

"We're going to miss our table, Joel. Don't worry, we have plenty of time for this." I walked in front of him, being sure to sway my hips and jiggle my ass a little with each step, knowing I was torturing the poor man. Then I thought about how my thong was already getting damp, and changed that thought to "lucky" man.

The waiter showed us to our table, set in a quiet corner shadowed heavily by just the light of the small candelabra overhead. My heart skipped a beat as my mind ran over the possibilities that this very secluded and intimate setting provided - deep red curtains shielded each table from the other, keeping up a private atmosphere. My pussy leaked a little more as I sat in my chair, facing out into the room while Joel kept his back to the world.

The wine made my inhibitions even lower over the first course, and my shoes were soon slipped off so I could trace his calves with my toes. The second course came, a wonderfully rich lasagna with lots of sauce to dip breadsticks in. Joel smiled as my wandering foot continued up to his knee. He cut off a small piece of lasagna and motioned for me to lean closer. I kept eye contact as he slid the delicious bite between my lips, my tongue playing over the fork, my eyes closing. When I finished chewing I opened my eyes to find him staring down the very open front of my dress. My nipples hardened instantly and the buds pushed against the lace and nearly into the light spilling over my shoulders. A shaky breath rattled through Joel's chest, and I took great delight in knowing I was affecting him like this. I pulled back and stood, walking over to him and whispering, "I'll be right back...hold that thought." I kissed his earlobe softly before sashaying to the ladies room.

After finishing my business and trying to stem the flow of juices from my overexcited pussy, I decided to be just a bit more evil to my lover-in-training. Slipping the strings of the thong over my hips, I stepped out of the tiny underwear and tucked it nearly imperceptivity into my hand. When I approached the table I ran my free hand over his back, dragging my fingernails over the taut muscles. Joel turned to face me. I kissed him deeply, bending over him, my breasts nearly in full view as my dress fell forward. A hand clasped my thigh, the fingers brushing the underside of my ass and I moaned, pushing my tongue harder between his lips. If this didn't stop now, I would be fucking him in full view of the restaurant, which was not my plan. I reluctantly withdrew from him, giving him a naughty smile while dropping my thong into his lap. I quickly turned and claimed my chair, Joel's eyes still trying to focus on what exactly was adorning the fabric of his pants under which his cock had swelled and hardened. His head snapped up as he realized the message I had just sent him, a huge smile breaking over his face as he discreetly sniffed the very damp crotch. I finished my plate while he gave the luscious food and my aroused body comparative looks of desire and hunger. The waiter came by and collected our plates, promising to bring more wine before dessert. As he passed onto another table, Joel caught my eyes. "I can't wait, Kate."

My brow wrinkled in confusion, "For the wine? I'm sure he'll be along shortly."

Joel grasped my hand, pulling my fingers to his mouth to kiss and suckle softly. I shifted in my chair, the sudden warmth spreading from my hands and shooting straight into my center, releasing even more fluids to cover my smooth pussy. "I can't wait for the dessert, Kate. You."

I smiled and leaned forward again, revealing the curves of my breasts and shaking them softly. If I kept this up just a bit longer...then I would get the satisfaction I needed so much...

A soft cloth falling next to my foot broke my thought, but before I could check on it Joel pulled on my hand. "Oh, my, I dropped my napkin. Be right back, sweetie."

Before I knew it Joel had disappeared from sight, his body completely tucked under the tablecloth. I glanced around, wondering if anyone had seen his little trick, relieved when the other couples within sight seemed to be interested more in each other than my little seduction scene. Joel's hand grasped my ankle and started playing with my foot. The light, teasing touch easily elicited small giggles from me that matured into sighs as the erotic nature of his position registered in my head. The tablecloth lifted in front of me, rising to cover my lap and expose my skirt and legs to his hidden eyes. I tried to look normal, sipping at my wine glass as his hands caressed my calves and moved onto my knees. Then again, normal usually didn't include my dinner partner relocating to between my thighs...but abnormal felt really fantastic right about now. Joel began pressing kisses to my legs as he maneuvered his way between my legs, licking my skin through my stockings. My pussy was on fire, knowing it was at the end of this little tease.

Joel slowly drew my skirt up over my knees, carefully arranging the tablecloth at the same time to ensure that I would not be exposed to any onlookers. My muscles clenched and tightened as I felt his fingers travel up my thighs, massaging and caressing in maddeningly slow circles. My breath quickened and I tried to fan myself unobtrusively with my hand, debating if trickling the wine down my chest would create steam. I gasped out loud, clamping a hand over my mouth as a single finger traced my slit over and over, drawing out even more moisture from my pussy. Another finger joined in, and the two slowly increased their pressure until my slippery lips parted and Joel had gained access to the Promised Land.

I sighed a little, trying to keep myself quiet as his fingers explored my wet snatch, diving in and out of my pussy and occasionally flicking my clit. I shifted closer to him, wanting the lips that were currently suckling the underside of my right knee to follow his fingers. Joel took the hint, his head ducking under my skirt and advancing up my spreading legs. I groaned when his lips reached the top of my stocking, his tongue tracing the lacy pattern briefly before switching to my other thigh. I was breathing harder at this point, my breasts beginning to heave as I felt myself draw closer and closer to orgasm. My hand slipped under the tablecloth, down my thigh and reached the back of his head. With a mighty thrust I shoved my sopping pussy at his face, my hand holding him there tightly.

The tease was over.

Joel was an animal, lapping and thrusting, sucking and biting at my tender flesh, going deep into my pussy as he teased my clit with his nose. I clenched my teeth hard, willing myself not to cry out as I desperately needed to, my other hand gripping my chair for dear life. My legs wrapped around him, adding to the pressure that was keeping him deep in my pussy. After a few minutes of intolerable torture, Joel moved to my clit and drew me deeply inside his mouth, sucking and licking with alternating light and heavy pressure. My fragile hold on reality broke as I fell hard into my orgasm, my cries muffled by my hand as I pushed him deeper inside me. Juices flowed heavily into his happy mouth as I contracted around his tongue, his fingers still pinching my clit to prolong my rapture. A quick twist of my clit and a forceful tongue-thrust into my g-spot flipped me off into a second orgasm, stronger than the first. I lost my battle with my moans as I dragged my napkin over my mouth to help stifle the sighs and moans racking through my body. My breath had barely slowed before my unfocused eyes noticed the waiter heading towards me.

"Is everything all right, ma'am?"

I smiled at him, hoping my flush wouldn't show too much in the dim light. "Yes, everything's been wonderful. I think I'd like the check now, if that's ok." The waiter left swiftly and I waited a few seconds before tapping Joel on the shoulder. He emerged and sat in his chair quickly, grasping his napkin and finishing his wine. "Mmmm...very good year, but not nearly as good as the nectar I sipped earlier." Inner muscles trembled again, nearly ready for another go at his suggestive compliment. I kept my eyes down, knowing that if I looked at him again I would not be able to resist jumping on top of him and releasing the monster I knew had to be bursting the seams of his khaki trousers. After the bill was settled, I moved to leave the area, but Joel caught me by the arm.

"Maybe we should visit the restroom first?" A suggestive leer let me know all I needed to—and I made haste for the door of the ladies room. After a quick check to ensure that it was empty, I reached back into the hallway, hauled Joel into the room, and slipped the old-fashioned key out of the lock.

"We had better hurry, before someone notices we're locked in---" My warning was cut off by Joel's feverish lips crashing onto mine before moving rapidly down my neck and into my extreme cleavage. I moaned heavily, not bothering to watch my volume this time, clutching his head close. With just a few quick pulls Joel had my breasts bursting out of my bra and into his mouth, his tongue lavishing exquisite attention to each in turn. My hands slipped from his glorious curls to reach for his belt buckle. A few seconds later I had his pants and briefs down to his knees and a long, hard cock straining against my hands. I dropped to my knees, my skirt pooling around me on the floor as I drew the head of his fully-erect cock to my lips for a long, sensual kiss. Little drops of pre-come started to appear and I lapped them up eagerly, his taste a bit salty but not unpleasant at all. I wound my lips around the tip as my hands cupped the base and his balls, massaging gently as my tongue worked its magic. I had worked about three inches in and began sucking when I felt the tremors start. Joel wasn't about to let this happen yet, though, and hauled me to my feet, flipped my skirt over my hips, and sat my naked ass on the counter as his lips returned to torture my nipples. I moaned loudly, reaching for his cock and pulling him closer. Joel raised his head, looked me in the eyes, and held my gaze as he pushed just the taut head of his cock into my throbbing pussy. I groaned again, pushing insistently against him. "Now, Joel, now...please fuck me...I need you now...fuck me!"

With a low growl Joel thrust hard, burying himself nearly all the way into my steaming hot snatch. My head fell back, my moans growing louder as he set up a fast rhythm to our fucking. Joel pistoned in and out of me, slamming his balls into my ass with each thrust. I grasped his shoulders, my nails digging in as my hips flew up to meet his every move. Abruptly, Joel withdrew from me and stood back, looking at my freshly-fucked pussy for mere seconds. My protesting cry was broken by his flipping me onto my stomach, my nipples slamming against the cold counter as he plunged in again, even harder this time. I cried out his name over and over, begging him, "Fuck me, Joel!..Don't stop...fuuuuuuuuuck me harder!"

When his fingers moved between us and pinched my clit hard, I started bucking wildly against him, my ass slamming hard against his hips. I felt his cock swelling and knew he was about to cum hard. With a twist of his wrist, Joel wrenched my clit and threw me into a hard orgasm just as his cock started spurting hard jets of delicious, hot cum into my spasming pussy. I screamed as the waves of pleasure washed over my body, softening to moans as my body grew as limp as his spent member. I lay there, my oozing pussy open to the world as he withdrew and I heard him cleaning himself. A few minutes later Joel returned to clean up the worst of the fluid running down my thighs and staining my stockings, righted my dress, and pulled me to my feet. His lips caressed mine softly, thanking me without words for the wonderful fuck.

"Hey, who locked the door?" A sudden angry pounding at the door quickly shocked me back into reality. I pushed my breasts back into position as I herded Joel into one of the stalls. As soon as his feet were out of view, I pushed the key back into the lock and apologized to the upset woman in the hall. "I'm sorry, I knocked the key out by accident and I couldn't figure out how to get it back in." The older woman glared at me, saying, "All you have to do is shove it in the hole really hard! Damn!" I tried to hide my snickers behind my hand, remembering just how true her statement was. I left the bathroom after straightening myself one last time, and waited for Joel to sneak out once the restroom was empty again.

Joel held my hand all the way back to our cars. He pulled open his door, but before he could get in I slammed him against the side of the car and slid my tongue between his startled lips. We started kissing heavily, our hands revisiting favorite places until a strange beeping finally caught Joel's attention. He gently broke the kiss and reached into the passenger seat for his beeper. When he saw the number on the screen, he cursed under his breath. I knew what was coming.

"Joel, honey," I murmured as I pulled his face toward mine. "It's ok, I understand you have to go. Besides, I also know you'll make it up to me." My suggestive smile was rewarded with a much quicker yet deep kiss, curling my toes and sending new rivers of delight trickling from my pussy and down my thighs. Joel promised to call as soon as he got home, and I kissed him on the cheek, giving him an eyeful of my breasts once again before he drove away.

I sat in my car for a few minutes, reveling in the sensation of a well-fucked pussy and my nipples still a bit damp from his ardent kisses. This was definitely the start to a satisfying relationship.