I think, she asked the silliest question of all time. What I said was, “You are stunning. I am absolutely blown away by your beauty tonight.” I wasn’t lying to her, she really had taken my breath away.
There was the same Limo guy parked out front to pick us up, so I held out my arm and we walked together out the front door. The driver held the door for her, and I held her hand as she slid onto the back seat. I slid in next to her, and we were on our way a few moments later. During the drive, we both shared a glass of a fruity white wine, and just idly talked about what we might do after dinner. I was pretty sure what I wanted to do after dinner, and just hoped that she felt the same.
We pulled up to the curb, and the valet held the door for us to get out. The outside was artistic, but otherwise unassuming, for a supposedly fancy seafood restaurant. As soon as she stepped onto the sidewalk, there were a few paparazzi camera people moving in for the shot, asking all sorts of questions.
“Who’s this Tanya?”
“Tanya, are you dating a new guy?”
“Tanya, can you tell us anything about the new movie?”
“What happened to Tyler?”
“Is this guy your new boyfriend?”
There were other shouted questions, but to be honest, they all started jumbling together for me. I held her arm and walked her into the restaurant. We went in, and the hostess led us into the main dining room. I was thoroughly impressed, with the size and elegance of the interior, and the overall attention to every detail. We were seated on the upper floor, at one of the corner tables, with a great view of the entire place.
“Sorry about those newsies. Those guys never give up.”
I chuckled, “That’s Ok, I got to feel like a rock star for a second. So, they think I’m your boyfriend now?” I asked with a grin. “And who is Tyler?”
“Tyler was my boyfriend last year, but he and I haven’t been together for several months. We broke it off mutually, mostly because we had nothing in common, and couldn’t have any kind of decent conversation. We just did it quietly, to avoid more press. Now you can probably see why, huh?”
I pondered that, and decided that I didn’t really care about her past. We both had a past, and that’s exactly where I intended to keep them.
“You know, by this time tomorrow you are going to be a celebrity, right? At least for a while anyhow. ‘The guy that went out with Tanya’, has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?”
Her voice was light and flighty, but her facial expression showed that she was nervous about my response.
“Tanya, I didn’t come here to visit you, so that I could become instantly famous. Nor do I just want to be known as ‘The guy that went out with Tanya’, although I don’t mind the part of actually going out with you,” smiling as I said that. I reached for her hands across the table. “I came here to enjoy your company, and hopefully reconnect with what I thought we started out on that beach.”
She smiled, gripped my hands tightly in hers. “That is exactly what I needed to hear. So, changing subjects, how long are you in town for?”
“I plan to be here for a week, or so. It really depends on a few things. Mostly I had hoped that you and I would have a chance to get to know each other better, and you could show me around like you promised.”
She smiled, remembering making that promise. “Ok, you’re on. Starting tomorrow, we will go to some of my favorite places in town, as well as a few things that no one knows about. Famous or not, I have my secrets, too,” again with that sly smile. Either she really was a great actress, or she just liked messing with me. I tend to think both were accurate.
We continued our wonderful dinner date, until it was time for us to leave. This was definitely not the kind of place that you worried about splitting the bill, or counting out ones to pay for it. Heck, the menu only had a few prices on it, and those were for their “Chef Tastings” lists. Tanya just told the waiter to put it on her bill, and she would settle up later. I was starting to wonder if this kind of place was even fit for leaving cash on the table as tip. I asked as much.
“Gosh, I feel a bit out of my element in here. Should we leave a tip on the table?” We were both smiling as I asked it.
She opened her handbag, tugged out a hundred dollar bill, and slid it between the water glasses. “Think that should cover it?” she asked with a giggle.
I simply nodded, and we got up and headed for the door. The waiter ran ahead to the valet station, and by the time we got there, our Limo had pulled up to the curb. The paparazzi were still hovering, and shouting their questions with flashes going off, but we ignored them and got in the back seat.
The ride back to her place was quick, and when we got there, she attacked me right inside the foyer. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and was pressing her lips into mine so hard I feared they would bruise by morning. We were locked in a passionate embrace, squeezing so tight, that it was hard to breathe. She stepped back about a foot from me, her fingers still interlaced behind my neck, and gave me one of those hot smoldering looks.
“Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?”
Her question left little room for any doubt, so I simply nodded and followed her delectably round ass, as it shook while she practically ran up the stairs. I was hot on her heels, and ran after her in a half-hearted attempt to actually catch her. She led us into what must have been her master suite, where she whirled around and embraced me once again. This woman sure was a firecracker.
She put one hand on the back of my neck, gently rubbing her fingernails across the sensitive skin there, as her other hand worked its way slowly down my chest. She started unbuttoning my shirt, and worked her fingers underneath, to run them through my chest hair. She worked it over to my left nipple, and rubbed there, as she moved back in for a slow, passionate kiss.
I was getting busy with my own work on her dress, too. I had one arm around her waist, as the other hand unzipped her dress at the back. Once all the way down, I pulled the single strap off her shoulder, and she shimmied until it gently fell to her waist. I let go of her waist, and used both hands to pull it down her hips as she wiggled them from side to side, causing it to fall all the way to the floor.
She stepped out of the dress, and for the first time, I saw that she had no panties on, and only some thigh high stockings held up by a garter belt. The set was a very light pink, and I instantly felt my already rock-hard erection get harder. She removed her hand from my chest, and worked it down my flat stomach, and slid her fingers down past my waistband. Once in, her fingers rapidly found and wrapped around my achingly hard cock, gently stroking it in my pants.
With a growl, I picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. I quickly shed my shirt, and pants, to climb into her bed just as naked as the day I was born. She still had on those sexy stockings and garter, and I had no intention of removing them. I crawled my way up the bed towards her, and she lay with her feet on the bed, knees bent up, with her legs spread open to show me her womanly treasures.
As I got closer, I dipped my head and my lips made contact with the inside of her left thigh. I snaked my tongue out, and kissed her thigh, licking it gently as I moved closer to her apex. When I got close to her petals, I kissed the outside lips gently, all around. As I was about to make contact with her clit, I moved over to the right thigh, to repeat the process. She was moaning loudly at the attention.