Just A Taste

Natalia's heart raced as she entered the restaurant. On a whim, she decided to agree to the ad. It'd been some time since she'd tried something exciting and she couldn't ignore the tingling yearning pulsating between her legs with the anticipation of it all as she'd browsed the darker side of Craig's List. Some of the depraved souls out there and what they sought out...those that agree. She supposed she belonged to them now.

Most seemed too dangerous or hand an ominous clout about them. But then she found one where he fancied an evening out. Fine dining. And a possible no-strings attached relationship.

He'd offered a picture of himself. Caramel skin. Swirls of tightly knit dark curls covered his head, smaller thinner ones over his bare chiseled chest and well defined arms and toned legs. Nothing but a cowboy hat to cover the family jewels and even that couldn't hide the deep V at the bottom of his torso, leading down...leaving very little to the imagination and yet so much to be desired.

He'd given explicit instruction on exactly what he wanted. What she should where. What should be expected of their first encounter.

She accepted.

Now in the lobby, she glanced around the crowded room dressed in a red silky dress that flowed over her curves like cool milk. A lacey brassiere. No panties. A black shawl draped over her shoulders.

Becoming flustered and beginning to ask herself the questions she should had asked herself days ago, as if everyone were watching her turnover these thoughts in her head, she suddenly felt the presence of someone approach from behind her. They stood close enough that their warmth radiated on to her thinly clothed body and yet far enough away that no a single part of their persons touched. The sharp scent of spice and soap penetrated her nostrils. All of this an intoxicating prelude to the warm hand that now sensually trailed down her bare arm, before strong masculine fingers delicately circled her wrist before carefully raising her hand.

Flushed, she half turned, unable to completely face him due to their close proximities, to find Alejandro bring her hand to his lips. They were thin and soft and puckered ever so slightly as their skin touched ever so lightly. It was the softest and yet most sexual kiss she had ever experienced in her life, his brilliant eyes never leaving her gaze. A sensual shiver tingled through her entire body, awakening a hunger she never knew she had.

His bright golden eyes sparkled at her as he smirked, only heightening the animalist sheen to his yearning gaze. "You look beautiful."

Natalia shyly smiled, the heat in her face only intensifying. If his profile had been statuesque, the real life version was nothing short of god like. She truly hoped that she met his expectation and that this would only be the first meeting of many.

Despite the bustle of the restaurant, they were immediately seated due to his reservation. None was suspect until the hostess lead them to the very back and past a sliding wooden door. As the door slid shut behind them, the din from outside instantly fell away leaving them in a quiet room where the only sounds were the tinkling keys of a piano padding the gentle clink of silverware.

Very few tables, even fewer patrons.

Natalia took a sharp, deep breath in order to calm her nerves as Alejandro pulled her chair out for her and gracefully slid her in to the table. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he revealed a well-tailored black satin dress shirt. It pulled at the swell of his muscles, yet shifted with his movements effortlessly.

She hadn't realized her staring nor his order to the waitress until a bulbous wine glass with the thinnest of stems was placed before her and a dark reddish-purple wine splashed into the bottom of the glass.

Alejandro cupped his long thick fingers around the base of the glass and raised it to his nose where he inhaled deeply, lips ever so slightly parted.

Natalia mimicked his actions, though terrified she'd break the glass. Upon the first whiff, her nostrils were bombarded with the sharp bite of dry wine. On the second, less deep inhalation she received a sweeter embrace. Fruity aromas with something sweet? She wasn't sure.

Under the powerful, lustrous gaze of Alejandro, she brought the glass to her lips and took the sweetest of sips. A burst of flavor exploded in her mouth. The richness of plums and berries with the decadent finish of smooth earthy chocolate.

With a smirk, he took a drink from his glass. "Do you enjoy the merlot?"

As a response, she indulged in several long savoring drinks. No only to show her appreciation of his choice, but to ease her finger trembling nerves.

Glasses were promptly refilled before steaming bowls of soup arrived at the table. With her first spoonful, Alejandro's leg pressed to the inside of hers. His body unbelievably warm with the amount of clothing that separated them. She flicked her eyes up to him to gauge his reaction, but it was as if he took no notice in their sudden contact.

As vibrant pink salmon replaced half eaten soup bowls, one of Alejandro's large hot hands encompassed her knee. His fingers spread down and inward, caressing the curvature of her lower thigh.

With every bite that vanished from their plates, his hand slid up just that much higher. This wasn't quite what she had been expecting. Natalia assumed the more intimate side of their relationship would bud after the meal. She wanted to clamp her legs shut, embarrassed that someone might notice and point out the indecency, but his tender touch was so arousing that every time his hand moved her legs open just a bit wider. If not his touch, the idea of being caught made their actions even more alluring.

Surely by now he could feel the damp heat coming from her. Her body begging for him to continue, to stroke, to tease her, but he had become stagnant in his movements.

Daring and more so driven by desire, Natalia slid forward just a inch in her seat and his fingers bumped up against her exposed wet skin, smoothly waxed just the ay before. Their eyes locked for what felt like an eternity, her gaze perhaps a bit too desperate and his completely unreadable, before he returned to his salmon and added pressure to the touch, running his rough fingertips over her sensitive skin.

Despite herself, a small almost imperceptible moan trembled from her lips.

He instantly pulled back, hand halfway down her thigh. "We will have none of that."

Natalia couldn't tell the seriousness of the situation and yet couldn't help instantly feeling like she had disappointed him But wasn't this what he had asked for? A willing partner. A submissive that would be up for almost anything?

"Will you be a good girl?" He spoke calmly like they were talking about the weather and not him fingering her at the diner table.

"Yes."

Suddenly, the meat of her thigh became captured in the vice of his grip. He latched on so tightly that it was sure to bruise.

Natalia bite her lip, trying not to gasp in surprise and pain.

"I asked you a question."

"Yes sir." She breathed. "I'll be a good girl."

Without warning the crushing pressure vanished and his fingers met her moist folds once more. Teasing. Stroking her just the way she liked.

Her breathes came in quick short bursts, her legs trembled, but she didn't make a sound. She clutched so tightly onto her fork that it would leave an imprint until morning.

He had yet to penetrate her, but she could feel the orgasm building, ready for the delicious crushing wave that would ravish her body--

Alejandro pulled back just before she could climax.

He wiped his fingers clean on his napkin. Cleared his throat. Finished his full glass of merlot in one large gulp. As he set his glass down, she noticed how flushed his face had become and was positive hers matched.

He couldn't leave her like this. Her body craving for the finish line that was just within sight.

The rest of their meal was spent in complete and utter silence, though his leg remained against hers. She knew their first meeting would be a test. The waiting for her final grade was agonizing.

It wasn't until half way through dessert she realized he had been taking the time to calm himself down. He too had been so close to finishing.

"Perhaps next time," he slipped his jacket back on as they prepared to leave, hand sliding into his pocket where he flashed a hotel key card. "We could take this to my office."