They finally get to Ghirardelli Square late in the afternoon. This is an entire city block that used to be the Ghirardelli Chocolate factory. Now it is a shopping mall with a big chocolate store. The cable car has its turn around on the west end of the square. Matt and Amber catch the cable car and ride up the hill. He wants to take her for coffee at the Buena Dia Restaurant. They are known for their Irish Coffee. Then it is back down the hill to freshen up at the hotel before dinner.
As soon as they get in the hotel room, they are all over each other. They start with hugging and kissing, but soon move to touching and fondling. There had not been any opportunities to play fool around during the day, and they have had pent up desires since the Napa trip.
Matt takes off her top and touches her titties first, then lowers her jeans exposing her satin panties…she wore especially for this. It is her turn, and she pulls off his t-shirt, and then moves her fingers to unbuckle his belt. Next, it is the top button of his pants. Amber loves this part. Matt’s rippled tummy is right above the button and his cock is hidden below. She lowers his zipper. He is wearing dark blue, designer underwear. They are the kind with the longer legs and are very tight. There is not enough room in them for his now hard cock. Amber feels him through the fabric. She straightens his cock to give it a little more room, until she finally takes them off altogether.
She slips off her satin panties, and they are both naked. They are horny and both want his cock in her as soon as possible. He lays her on the bed, moves between her spread legs, lubes his cock right in front of her, and slides the head of it into her. She moans at the first touch of his cock to her pussy. She wiggles to get more of it. Matt begins the in and out motion that will take his cock deeper and deeper into her body. They both moan with the rhythmic strokes that bury Matt’s cock to his balls each time. Amber has been rubbing her clit while he fucks her, and she is the first to come. She arches her head and moans loudly. Her throbbing pussy contracts around his cock, pushing him to join her in orgasmic convulsions. He shoots his cum deep into her pussy in spurt after spurt.
Matt is on top of her…his cock still in her. His cock stays hard for a while, before slowly returning to its normal self. They rest and nap half an hour before being able to return to the regular world. They shower and get ready for dinner. They still have the entire evening ahead of them.
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Matt has not made a dinner reservation; he plans instead to roam the streets in the North Beach area, checking out restaurants and menus. It is too far to walk; they get a taxi to take them to Broadway in the center of North Beach. The sun is down and the entire area is alive with people. There are bright lights everywhere on restaurants, bars, and strip clubs. This is a famous San Francisco location.
They go into the first bar they find and get a drink. Amber has a glass of wine and Matt has a beer—their normal choices. Next, they walk the streets checking out the menus posted in front of the restaurants. Many of the restaurants in the area are Italian. Matt asks, “How does Italian food sound?”
“Perfect, you have any ideas on a restaurant?” Amber is overwhelmed with the number of places to consider.
“I have eaten here a couple of times, and they were all good. They are mostly family style places.” After looking at a dozen or so menus, Matt guides her back to one on the side street a block from Broadway. It is not a big place, and looks to be a small family business. Definitely not fancy, but the smell of the food is delicious. Amber and Matt check in with the woman taking names. They are told it will only be a few minutes. In the entry area to the restaurant are displays of signed baseballs. There are racks and racks of them. There must be a hundred. Many were signed by baseball stars of years past. Matt checks them out while they wait for their table.
They are led to the dining room. There are rows of tables and booths around the outside of the room. It is not fancy; Matt hopes he did not pick the wrong place. He feels better, as the place is almost packed with people. They are seated at a table for four but are alone. Other larger tables have mixed groups with different people sharing a table. This is not your run-of-the-mill Italian restaurant.
The tables are plain wood that has been polished over the years. A man comes up to their table. “Would you like a tablecloth?”