A Little Milk and Honey

We were chatting in the back of a yellow cab. I can't remember the specifics. I do remember not being able to take my eyes off of her beautiful legs. Earlier, I was sitting in an outdoor café waiting for her to show. Enjoying the fading light of the day, watching the world go by. Then there she was. I caught the vision of her a little over a block away.

I watched her standing on the corner waiting for the light to change. She was a vision. Dark hair, long. Long legs disappearing under a short flimsy sundress that was appropriate for the weather. She strutted towards me, turning heads with each step. Her attitude leading the way. Big kiss when she walked up and now we were headed to a cocktail bar.

Back in the cab I could not take my eyes off her gams. The flimsy sundress had ridden up and the fact that she was alternately crossing and uncrossing her legs only served to heighten the situation and my attention.

As the cab slowed to a stop in a semi-deserted part of Eldridge Street the driver said here were are. Paid the man who was having trouble keeping his own cheaters off of my gorgeous date. Standing in front of the completely innocuous door. Grey with just the number and no other markings. It was locked. There was a button which I assumed to be a bell but there was nothing to reassure me that it worked.

After a decent interval and a few bruised knuckles the door clicked. I missed it the first time. Seconds a charm. Pitch black entry way, took it on faith that there was a path through the heavy car wash type flaps hanging in front of the door.

Sure enough, I could hear the giggles of the object of beauty trailing behind me or rather pushing me through the mystery darkness first as the car wash flaps grabbed a hold of her flimsy sundress for a little to long.

Only me and the hostess noticed. Smiling as she asked for our reservation.

We sat in one of the very intimate banquettes, Bettina on the inside. The proximity of the table to the seat prevented her from teasing me by crossing and uncrossing her legs but that didn't stop her from hiking her dress with her hands.

Our hostess / waitress seemed to notice while she was taking our order. She seemed to smile a lot.

Bettina and I were chatting again. We connect on a lot of levels. She started getting frisky. Bettina had carried a thin wrap... scarf with her which she through over my lap. I looked at her quizzically and she got this devilish grin across her face. I felt her unzip and reach into my pants. Bettina was playing with my penis, coaxing it to life. Her eyes flashed at the moment my penis became a cock as she pulled it out of my pants.

She was stroking me under her thin, transparent scarf when the waitress came back to see if we wanted another round. The waitress, noticing Bettina's activities moved closer to me. All the while Bettina never stopped sliding her hand up and down my cock. Our smiling waitress slid her knee up on the banquette taking her skirt with her a bit. Her knee was touching my leg. All of a sudden the two women were chatting about cocktails while I was getting an amazing hand job. The smiling waitress asked me how I wanted my next drink. She had to ask twice. I could feel the pressure beginning to build. The second time she asked I snapped out of it a bit throwing my hand up and placing it on her hip. By this time she was kneeling on the seat next to me, Bettina had moved sideways slightly and both the waitress and I could see up her dress. We could see how wet she had become by the moisture glistening on her smooth pussy. It was too much for me. I came with a slight shudder, a loader moan, softer grip on the waitresses hip, and a rather large and evident wet spot on Bettina's scarf. The women both giggled. Our waitress said she would be right back with our drink, and some napkins...