Dinner Date
written by:
Beverly Hills

I found myself hurrying to get ready. I wanted to look my best and I was struggling with my damn hair that just didn't want to follow the directions of my hair brush, and my make-up was running down my face because I couldn't stop sweating. I was sweating because I was nervous as hell and I had good reason to be. The man who invited me to spend the evening with him just happened to be a high ranking executive out of Los Angeles who was spending the next several days going over a lot of important details with the boss of our branch of the company up here in Vancouver.

Going back to earlier that day, my boss called me into his office and introduced me to Mr. Cooper (which is not his true last name for obvious reasons). My boss knew that I was single, attractive, and that I knew my way around Vancouver. He was looking to gain some points with Mr. Cooper, so without asking me first, he prearranged a date for him with "yours truly." When the executive saw me walk into the office he gave my boss a big smile of approval. When I discovered the true meaning of Mr. Cooper's approving smile, I felt like I was suddenly between a rock and a hard place. It would have been impolite to refuse.

Finally, I was ready to slip into my evening attire. Black silk panties, sheer nylons, 4-inch black satin heels and a sexy black dress with a deep frontal plunge and buttons down the front. It was the best evening dress that I could find in my closet and I hoped it would be good enough for Mr. Cooper.

Mr. Cooper and his chauffeur had been waiting outside of my house for more than 10 minutes. I suggested to him at my bosses office that I would take a taxi to the restaurant, but Mr. Cooper wouldn't hear of it and insisted on picking me up personally at my place of residence. I ran from my apartment to the rented limo with my arms flailing to keep me balanced on my heels and nearly broke a heel on the way. The chauffeur opened the back door of the limo for me where Mr. Cooper sat waiting.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Cooper," I panted as I scooted into my side of the limo. "I'm never late like this at work," I added in hoping to dispel any impression that I am a tardy woman at the workplace.

"Not a problem," Mr. Cooper said as he turned his head to smile at me. Now let's put the last names behind us. You can call me Sid. Is that okay with you, Beverly?"

"Yes, of course, Sid. I hate using last names anyways. It's so..."

"Fucking proper!" he broke in with a laugh. "We're out to have a good time, not to talk about company business or anything that relates to business in any sort of way."

"Yes." I laughed. Exactly!" Well, Sid sure broke the language barrier quickly enough, I thought to myself. I was suddenly feeling a lot more at ease being with him now that he was seemingly more down to earth.

I told the chauffeur that we were going to Cioppino's and he told me he knew where it was. I had dined there a few times in the past and have found it very elegant with the best Italian and French cuisine the city had to offer. I was hoping that Mr. Cooper (or Sid as he wanted me to call him) would find my choice of restaurant to his liking.

Shortly after the limo pulled away from my house, Sid opened the liquor console and brought out a bottle of cognac and two glasses. He poured us both a small portion and made a toast to our night out. At first sip I could tell that Mr. Cooper had good taste in Cognac. It was smooth and warmed my throat nicely on its way down.

"Mmm, nice," I remarked after my first taste.

"Nothing like the best for a beautiful woman," Sid replied with a smile.

His compliment turned my attention more towards his appearance. Although I wouldn't dare ask him his age, he looked like he was in his late fifties. His sandy blond hair was rich and thick and perfectly barbered. His eyes were an ocean blue and he had broad shoulders. He looked fit and he filled his suit quite well. I was sure he had it specially tailored for him.

We didn't have a reservation and the restaurant was pretty busy that night, so Sid suggested we go to the bar and have a drink while we waited for a table. While we were seated at the bar we talked, mostly about me because he insisted on knowing as much as he could about me. I was quite honest with him. I told him that I was 27, single, had a college degree in business, but he could have already known that by looking it up in my file.

He had his eyes on my physical assets as well. I could tell by the way he often stared down the top of my dress. I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying the visual attention since I purposefully chosen a dress with a deep frontal plunge.

Finally I was able to get a little bit out of him about himself. He told me that he was divorced and had two children, actually not children any longer. They were just a few years younger than me. One had just graduated from Harvard and the other was finishing up his last year there. He said he likes to make money, but he enjoys spending it even more. He has a house in the Hollywood hills and a beach house in Malibu. He told me about the seven cars he owns, one of them a Ferrari. He sounded like a gold-diggers dream, but I was sure he was smart enough to know one when he saw one.

He ordered us a second round of dry martini and turn the conversation back around to me. "Is there a man in your life?" he asked. He watched me shift in my seat and re-cross my legs and his eyes went to my thighs for a moment as the hem of my skirt rose with my shift. "Is that an uncomfortable question for you?"

"No, not at all. I haven't been in a serious relationship for quite some time." I paused for a moment, and then I continued. "A few years back I was in love with a man. He got me pregnant and we were planning on getting married after the baby was born, but the baby died at birth and things fell apart between us. Since then I've been a catch and release kind of person. I enjoy going out on dates, having sex when I feel the need for it, but I have a guarded heart. I don't want to feel that kind of pain anymore."

Sid saw a tear fall from my eye and gently brushed it from my cheek. "You don't have to talk about it. I understand what you're feeling."

Sid turned out to be a very compassionate man. I saw the way he genuinely cared. A few minutes later, our number came up and we were seated at a table inside the restaurant. We sat across from each other with a table covered in white linen between us. Beyond the white linen tables, the restaurant had elegant rustic settings with dark wood accents, beamed ceilings with an open kitchen and a long bar with highlighted views of the docks outside.

We had appetizers of bourbon-honey smoked salmon and a charbroiled calamari salad. The main course consisted of pasta and cream sauce with seared scallops and jumbo prawns. It was quite filling and so delicious I nearly popped the buttons of my dress to finish it.

After Sid paid for our dinner and drinks, he asked me if I knew of any good blues bars in the city. "I love the blues," he said while looking hopeful that I could come up with something.

"I know of one on Granville Street. It's at the Yale Hotel. They get a lot of top-named artists there. Do you want to try it?"

Sid smiled and got on his cell phone. "Bring the car around front," he instructed his chauffeur.

After we got back into the limo, Sid said "Take us to the Yale Hotel."

Off we went and a little more than 10 minutes later we made our destination. There were no top artists playing there that night but they did have a good group playing, as they usually do. We found ourselves a corner table and Sid ordered us a cognac. We sat sipping our drinks, occasionally talking, but mostly letting the music fill our senses.

After a few songs were played, a slow tune began that was led by a sexy sax, and Sid asked me to dance. He led me across the floor, took me rightly into his arms and we swayed to the music. He had his suite jacket off and his tie as well with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, and when he danced close to me I could feel the warmth of his chest against the bareness of my cleavage. We fit nicely together and I enjoyed dancing with him. By the time the song ended, we were both kind of reluctant to stop and go back to our table.

Later that night after more drinking and dancing, I reminded Sid that it was getting late and it was a work night. He understood and called for his limo again to pick us up out front. When the limo pulled up in front of my house, I turned to Sid to thank him for a beautiful evening, and he thanked me back with a kiss, but he was a gentleman and asked me first. I told him yes and closed my eyes and waited for his lips. His lips were soft and gentle and when he pulled away from my perched lips I slowly opened my eyes to see him looking at me. He was smiling like I had just made his day complete. I felt as though he made mine complete too and I really didn't want the night to end.

"Uh—would you like to come in for some coffee?" I asked as the feeling of continuing our night a little further spread from my head to my crotch. I always get myself in trouble when I think with my crotch but it's really hard for me not to when the feeling of horniness begins to consume me.

Sid smiled like he was hoping I would ask, and quickly agreed to join me inside for a bit. He left his jacket and tie behind in the limo and we made our way to my front door.

Once inside, I told Sid to make himself comfortable while I make some coffee. He roamed around in my living room while I was in the kitchen working on the coffee and in his roaming he found my CD player. "Mind if I put on a tune?" he called from the living room.

"No, go right ahead," I called back.

He found an old Ottis Redding CD and put it on. "My, that's an old one," I shouted as I heard it.

"Thanks a lot," he laughed. "That's from back in my day."

"Oops—I'm sorry!" called out, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Sid was sitting on the couch when I was bringing in the tray that carried the coffee along with sugar and cream. I placed it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and then I kicked off my shoes and sat down next to Sid and fixed my coffee and then his just the way he wanted it. After the first couple of sips, I leaned back against the couch. He noticed that I was sitting closer to him and his hand came around to rest on my shoulder. We sat, letting the music wash over us, both comfortable with our silence.

After a while, Sid turned to me and said "Beverly, I normally don't like to rush these things but I am only here for a couple of days. Would you think it bad of me if I kissed you again?"

Of course that was what I was hoping for and I answered by tilting my head back. He found my lips for a gentle kiss and moved his hand behind my head to hold me there. He was not hurried and I liked the way he kissed, the way his tongue slipped through my lips and ran along my teeth before searching further into the depths of my mouth. I turned more towards him, resting my hand on his manly chest and a soft milky moan slipped from my lips as I kissed him back.

Taking the hint of my moan, he moved to my ears and nibbled on my earlobe, making my heart race and stirred the passion already building in my loins. His kisses went down my neck, sending shivers through my body. My hand went around to his back and I pulled him closer. I felt my nipples harden under the bodice of my dress and my pussy getting hot and wet in the process. We were both feeling the pent up passion when his hand lightly crossed over my breast and stopped over the rise of my nipple.

"You have beautiful breasts, Beverly... a beautiful face, beautiful everything. I'd love to see you naked... I want to touch all of your sensitive parts. Bottom line, I want to make love to you." He couldn't have been any more direct and it opened my floodgates.

Huskily I suggested that we should go to my bedroom. At that moment, Sid reached for his cell phone and called his chauffeur to let him go for the night and to come back for him at eight in the morning. He told him to leave his jacket and tie in the car and to bring him a fresh shirt in the morning. He stood and took my hand and I led him down the hallway to the door that led to my bedroom. Turning on the bedside light, I then turned to him and said "This is not related to the company in any way. This is for you... and for me."

"I totally understand and I wouldn't want it any other way," he said and moved to me and started unbuttoning the front of my dress. Meanwhile, I unbuttoned his shirt and opened it to reveal his wide, blond hairy chest and stomach. When he finished the last button of my dress he pulled the straps from my shoulders and let it drop to the floor.

Amazing," he said as he laid his eyes on my near naked form. "You have beautiful nipples, so big and round... and so luscious," he added as his eyes took enjoyment in viewing my breasts. He then bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth and I moaned with him when he did.

After his lips roamed about my breasts I removed his shirt and undid the buckle of his pants. Seeing that I was very willing to make my way to his privates, he took off his shoes and socks so I could get his pants down his legs and remove them from his feet. All that was left after that were his boxers and my panties and nylons, which we quickly discarded as well. Naked at last, he pushed me onto the bed and we lay there, casually exploring each other's bodies. I liked the way he took his time exploring my body. It made me want him all the more.

His hand traced the outline of my arm, my hip and drew a line across my belly that turned north at my navel leading back to my breasts. His fingers drawing lazy circles around my nipples brought more sighs from my lips. His movements were playful and easy-going. While he was touching me that way, I was running my hand along his shoulder and down his biceps, then over his chest and up to caress his face and ran my fingers through his thick hair. We stayed silent and just looked into each other's eyes as we played on each other's bodies.

Sid was first to break the silence. "You're young, beautiful and sexy, and I am guessing you are a true blond," he said as he ran his hand down over my shaved pubic region.

"I am. Sorry I shaved away the evidence."

"Don't be sorry about that. I like it that way, very smooth and sexy. His fingers continued to rub my region but stayed short of touching my pussy.

I moaned and brought my leg up over his hip and pushed myself closer until I felt his hard cock rubbing against the bald lips of my pussy. "Mmm, you definitely are a sexy woman," he said before lowering his head to take my nipple into his mouth.

"Mmm, I moaned again while rolling onto my back and arching my breast against his mouth. He took pleasure in teasing my nipple with his tongue and gently biting it.

"Mmm, that feels so good," I responded in a breathy tone.

"Oh, then the other one must be getting jealous," he said lightheartedly and moved to my other breast, teasing that nipple like he did the first.

"Mmm... yeah... that's good... mmm," I literally purred as I stretched out and arched my chest for his loving.

He started kissing and licking his way down my body, dragging his tongue across my belly and downward over my pubic region. His face was soon buried against the soft wet flesh of my crotch as his tongue went from teasing my swollen clit to exploring the arousing taste of my vagina. When he heard my sounds of enjoyment and noticed my legs spreading wider, he asked me how it felt.

"It feels very hot and sensuous, I told him."

"You're pussy is sweet, and you look very sexy giving yourself to me like this. I want to lick you all over, and suck your toes when I'm fucking you, Beverly," he said as he slipped his finger inside the warm grip of my hole.

I love hearing a man expressing what he wants to do with me and his words were hot enough to make me gasp. And then the feel of him going back to sucking my clit and adding another finger to his actions was definitely speeding things up for me. Reaching down and taking his hand between the both of mine, I slowly withdrew his fingers from my pussy and he watched from between my open thighs as I brought them up to my lips, taking them into my mouth and sucking them clean of my juices.

"I want to suck your cock like this," I told him. "Come up here and let me pleasure you some too."

Sid smiled widely over my suggestion and came up to lie beside me. We kissed and then my lips went south on him. His cock was already fully erected when I got to it and his body stiffened the moment he felt me taking it through my lips.

"I want to eat your pussy while you're sucking my cock," he suggested moments after I started on him.

I moved and turned agreeably so that I could straddle his face and then I lowered my face again to his crotch once again. His sexual scent was strong and enticing as I returned to pleasure him. Meanwhile, Sid started running his tongue all around my clit and through my folds which had me quivering from his attentiveness. He reamed my ass with his tongue and then invaded my puckered hole with his finger when his mouth went back to my pussy and wiggled his tongue in my vagina. Sometimes I had to stop what I was doing because he was making me feel so good.

He had his finger buried in my ass when he worked on my clit and breathed in the sweet smell of my hot wet pussy. His tongue continued flicking my clit and making my juices run even more. Meanwhile, I stayed busy sensuously sucking his cock and licking his balls. There was a lot of moaning and groaning going on of course. I don't know which one of us was enjoying it more, but it must have been me because he made me climax first, and it was a good one. After I settled, he spent time licking me clean before he turned me over onto my back and climbed on top of me.

Sid's hard cock, wet from my mouth, rested at the entrance of my pussy as he rubbed the tip of it up to my clit and down through my slit. "I'm gonna fuck you now," he said lustfully as his eyes looked into mine.

"Oh God," I sounded my reaction when I felt it press against my hole and I wrapped my legs around him. "Yes! Fuck me. Please fuck me," I moaned as I sensuously grinded my hot, aching pussy against the tip of his cock.

Sid heard me begging him and he entered me in one long stroke that left his balls resting against my ass. We laid still for a moment of kissing and hugging as we enjoyed the welcoming feel of each other's sex before he started plunging my pussy with long, hard strokes and I moved against his thrusts in matching his movements. He stayed true to his word and actually brought my feet to his mouth and sucked my toes while he fucked me. I found that extremely sensuous, and we fucked for a very long time that ended in the missionary position we started in.

"Oh yes... fuck me fuck me fuck me! Oh God. Yeasssssss. Yesssssss!" I screamed with passionate desire as he relentlessly plundered my pussy with his hard cock. We fucked ourselves into a sweat until I reached my second orgasm. At the end of my second orgasm, he let go of himself and climaxed inside of me.

"Oh baby, yes, mmm... cum inside of me, yes... ooo... yes! Fill me up!" I moaned and cooed as I felt his hot semen flooding my pussy. When he pulled out, the flow of our combined juices flowed like a brook from my gaping hole, leaving a large wet spot on the sheets.

Sid laid back and rested with me in his arms and I turned to my side and snuggled into him, feeling as satisfied as I could possibly be. Sid was already planning on spending the night with me, so we pulled the covers up over us and went off to dreamland together.

The following morning, Sid woke up to an empty bed, but he got up from the bed and put his shorts on and followed the appetizing smell of Eggs Benedict wafting through the house. He walked into the kitchen and smiled as he watched me busying myself over the stove while wearing nothing except an apron.

"Do you like orange juice?" I asked as I turned to him with a spatula in my hand.

We ate together at my kitchen table and as much as we were tempted to wrestle into another round of sex together, the time was getting late and we both had to be getting off to work. Sid cleaned up my kitchen while I showered, and then he showered while I put on my makeup and got dressed.

"Would you like a ride to work with me in the limo?" he asked as we were getting ready to leave.

"Uh, that might look too obvious and get people talking," I answered. "Probably would be better if I took my car."

"Yes, you're right." Sid paused for a second or two. "Can I see you tonight?"

"Uh, unfortunately I have a date with a longtime friend. I really wish I could change it, but it wouldn't be fair to him."

"I understand. Hey, I'm very happy we had what we had together."

"Me too, I really enjoyed being with you. You're the best!" I added.

"Beverly, if you ever would like to come to Los Angeles and spend some time with me, I'll send the company jet for you. You'd like Malibu. We can spend time at my beach house there. Take my card. Call me," he said as he handed me his business card.

"I will, Sid," I promised as I set his card on my kitchen table. He kissed me one last time at my front door and then walked to his limo and gave me a smile as he turned one last time to look at me.

I went back inside after I watched the limo drive off and I picked up his business card from the kitchen table and put it in a safe place in my bedroom drawer. I don't know when I will take Sid up on his Malibu offer, but his card is always there for when I decide on when.