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Authors: Desiree Holt

Interlude (2 page)

“Lisa,” she told him and took another sip of her drink.

He was so close to her that his scent enveloped her. Tantalising her. Something woodsy, with a trace of leather, mingled with the aroma of the bourbon he was drinking. Again, liquid trickled from her cunt, and tiny quivers raced through its walls. She could feel the heat rising from him.

“Well, Lisa.” He lifted his glass. “Here’s to rain storms and lack of taxis.”

They clinked glasses, and she watched him over the rim of hers as she drank. He wasn’t classically good looking, but he was the most masculine man she’d seen in ages. He had taken off his jacket, and the soft material of his shirt accentuated his broad shoulders and powerful body. His eyes were a piercing blue, framed by the thickest lashes she’d ever seen on a man.

When she looked up, she realised he was watching her with a predatory gaze.

“Like what you see?” he asked.

She felt herself flush with embarrassment. “Sorry. I was just…”

“No problem.” He grinned. “Look all you want. I plan to.” He took her glass from her, set it on the table and casually unbuttoned the two top buttons on her silk blouse, his fingers brushing the fabric open.

“There. Much better.” His eyes raked the swell of her breasts, a feral light flashing in them.

Well, hadn’t she fantasised about something like this? And when she’d given up hope, here was a man
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helping her to live out that very daydream. What else could she expect tonight? The pulsating in her pussy that had begun the moment the man had first touched her increased in intensity.

His eyes were fixed on the swell of her breasts, and she was sure he could see how her nipples had darkened and hardened through the sheer material. Her lace bra wasn’t much camouflage. His arm draped casually around her shoulders, and the next thing she knew, he was trailing kisses across her cheek until his mouth reached hers. His lips were smooth and warm, his tongue like liquid heat as it probed the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance.

When she opened for him, his tongue swept inside, and the kiss became greedy and devouring. She was barely aware of his other hand moving to cup her breast, his thumb rasping against the swollen nipple.

Her head was swimming when he finally broke the kiss.

“You’re very bold,” she said.

“But you like bold, don’t you?” His voice had deepened, thick with desire.

Did she? She thought she’d had it with some of her lovers, but it had been an illusion. “Um, well…”

Fingers squeezed her nipple gently then pinched it just enough to send bolts of pleasure-pain streaking through her. “Oh, yes. I can tell. Your nipples are so hard they’re practically poking through your blouse.

And I’ll bet if I slid my hand between your thighs I’d find your cunt is soaked.”

Lisa took a healthy swallow of her drink. “Do you talk this way to every woman right after you meet her?”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s just you making me so hot I don’t want to control myself.” He lifted her glass and signalled the waiter, pointing to his own empty tumbler, too.

“I think you’re trying to get me drunk.” She could already feel the liquor coursing through her, loosening her up.

He tilted his head. “Just a little. Enough to relax you. That okay?”

One hand had slipped beneath her skirt and was rubbing her thigh. She squeezed her legs together trapping his hand, but with seemingly little effort, he spread them again, continuing the movement of his fingers.

Lisa caught her breath, let it out on a slow exhale. “I-I guess. Yes. All right.”

“While we’re waiting for our drinks, why don’t you run to the ladies room and take off those blasted pantyhose? I always did think they were an invention of the devil.” He leaned close to her, his breath warming her ear. “And the panties, too.”

Yes! She had imagined something just like this. A man ordering her to strip away her lingerie and present her naked cunt to him. She nodded and, when he moved to let her out, walked as sedately as possible to the restroom. Like everything else in the little bar, it was wood-panelled and carpeted in the finest materials. The vanity counter was marble and the faucets a dull brass.

Locking herself in one of the stalls, she yanked off the pantyhose, already ruined by the snag, and after barely a moment’s hesitation, pulled off her panties. The pantyhose went into the trash, her bikini panties
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into the pocket of her skirt. She washed her hands at the sink, spying her flushed face in the mirror.

Well, Lisa. You’ve always wondered what you’d do in a situation like this. Imagined it. Public sexual activities with a total stranger. Maybe the storm tonight was a blessing.

There was no turning back now. This was the most daring thing she’d ever done, and she was determined—no, excited—to see it through.

Mark smiled at her as he moved to let her into the booth again. As she slid across the leather, he pulled the curtains so they were partially closed. The moment he was seated again, his hand moved under her skirt, and his fingers traced the lips of her cunt.

“Ah. Excellent.” He grinned. “And delightfully wet. Nice and slick. I think I could play with your cunt forever and never tire of it.”

One finger slid upwards to find her clit, already swollen, and moved in a circular motion, stimulating it even more.

“People will see us,” she protested but half-heartedly.

He shook his head. “That’s the beauty of this place. Every booth is constructed to give maximum privacy. This one most of all.”

She picked up her fresh drink, noticing that her hands shook slightly. If he kept this up she wouldn’t be able to control herself.
Oh, wait. That was what he wanted. Right?

He removed his hand and licked the tip of his finger, watching her with eyes darkened almost to midnight blue. “Sweet. Just like I knew it would be. Almost a shame to spoil the taste with bourbon, no matter how good.”

Lisa took another swallow of her own drink, feeling the sexual heat rising within her.

“Felt good, didn’t it?” he asked.

“Y-yes. Yes, it did.” More than good.

“In a minute, I’m going to do it again. Spread your legs wide. That’s it.”

Lisa widened her thighs as far as she could, but her skirt restricted her movement. “That’s as far as I can go,” she told him.

“Put your drink down and pull up your skirt,” he commanded, nibbling on her neck. “All the way up to your waist. You’ll love the feel of your bare ass on this leather. Come on. We’re just getting started.”

Lisa put down her drink and hiked up her skirt with both hands, feeling the cool leather of the seat against her bare bottom. It was arousing, just as he’d said it would be. She let her legs fall wide open, wide enough for anything he chose to do to her.

He leaned his head towards hers and stuck his tongue in her ear, sending shivers racing over her body.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

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Lisa turned her face, and his mouth took hers in another breath-stealing kiss, his tongue pushing roughly inside. She opened her mouth wider, and he sucked at her tongue, pulling it into his own mouth and licking its surface. When he broke the kiss she found herself shaking again, need surging violently within her.

“Put your hand back between my legs,” she whispered, in a voice she barely recognised as her own.

Chapter Two

“I wish this booth was bigger so I could lay you down and fuck you,” he told her, nipping at the lobe of her ear. “But I guess I’ll have to settle for what I can get. And that pussy of yours feels so soft and wet.”

His fingers spread the lips of her cunt then ran the length of her slit.

“Unzip my fly,” he told her in a low voice. “Take out my cock. Do it now.”

It was a little awkward with one hand, but she managed to pull down the zipper. To give herself better access, she unfastened the button at the waistband and spread the material. She sucked in a breath when she realised he was commando and her fingers came into contact at once with warm male skin.

His cock popped out, thick and long and hard, fluid already gathering at the slit in the head. Lisa closed her fingers around it and began to stroke it from root to tip as his own hand did the same to her pussy.

“You’re so big,” she told him in a soft voice. “I don’t know if I could even take you inside me.”

“Oh, yes,” he growled. “I promise you. You could. That’s it. Keep jacking me just like that.” His breath rasped in his throat. “God, that feels good.”

“So does your hand,” she told him, hitching her hips slightly forward.

As her hand tightened around his rigid shaft, she felt two of his fingers push inside her cunt while his thumb returned to massaging her clit. Slowly, he finger-fucked her, his long, lean fingers stroking in and out of her wet channel. When a low moan rolled from her lips, he added a third finger and, unbelievably, a fourth, stretching her vagina to its fullest.

Then, suddenly, he removed his hand, and she groaned in protest.

“No, don’t stop,” she told him. “Please.”

“We need another drink,” he said, signalling the water. When he turned back to her, he casually undid the buttons on her blouse then flicked open the front clasp of her bra. He pushed all the fabric to the sides so her breasts were fully exposed. Leaning his head down, he gently bit each nipple, soothing them with his tongue before nipping them again.

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“Delicious.” He licked his lips. “Too bad I don’t have a proper set of nipple clamps for them.” He raised an eyebrow. “Have you ever worn clamps?”

“Um, no. That is…”

“You should try them sometime. They’d look terrific on those gorgeous nipples. And create just enough pain to make your pussy quiver and your juices flow.”

“Your drinks, sir. Madam.”

Lisa looked up, and her face flamed as she realised the waiter could see her nakedness. She moved to cover herself, but Mark shook his head at her and cupped one breast in his warm palm.

“Don’t you think she has lovely breasts?” he asked the waiter. “Nice and plump, with nipples like berries and aureoles like dark roses.”

“Mark, please,” she whispered.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said. “You should be proud to show these off.” He looked at the waiter again. “Would you like to touch her?”

The waiter, his face an implacable mask, nodded.

“Go ahead, then,” Mark told him. “Put your hands on her. Squeeze her nipples. Pinch them, if you’d like.”

The waiter reached across the table and covered one breast with a large hand, rubbing the surface then tracing the skin with his fingertips. Looking straight into her eyes, he took the nipple and pinched it. Hard.

Lisa jumped then felt her face flush again as she realised liquid dripped from her cunt and her nipple swelled even more.

Still watching her, the waiter moved his hand to her other beasts, pressed his fingers into her flesh, lightly scraped a fingernail over the distended nipple before stepping back.

”Thank you, sir. Madam.”He nodded at them again and backed away.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Lisa said. “I can’t believe
I
did that.” Or how much it excited her. Startled, she realised her hand was still wrapped around his exposed cock, and she tried to snatch it back.

Mark clamped his fingers around her wrist. “I’ll bet your nice little pussy is just drenched now, though, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her hand automatically resuming its stroking motion on the shaft swelling to rigidity again. ”What’s happening to me?”

“Nothing bad, I assure you. You’re just enjoying the feeling of pleasure.”

“D-does he do that with all the, um, guests?”

Mark chuckled. “One of the benefits of being the only waiter here and a long-time employee. He’ll even
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join you if you make special arrangements ahead of time.”

Lisa’s brain rattled as she tried to imagine herself, Mark and the waiter all in some form of sexual indulgence in the booth. The throbbing in her cunt accelerated at the images racing through her mind.

Jason, her most recent lover, had been into sexual variety in a big way and had eased her into a ménage setting. But there she had known both men. What would it be like with two strangers?

“It would set you on fire,” Mark said in his deep voice, as if reading her mind. “Maybe some other time we might…experiment. Meanwhile, I have something for you.”

“For me? But you didn’t even know I would be here. Or who I am.”

He smiled, lust blazing in his eyes. “Maybe I was hoping.”

“What do you have?”

He reached for his jacket, pulled a small bag from one pocket then tossed it back where it had been lying. He lowered the bag to his lap, opening it and took out a small box. When he opened it, Lisa saw two round, steel balls inside.

“Do you know what these are?” he asked.

She nodded. “Ben Wa balls. I-I’ve seen pictures of them, but I’ve never used them.”

“Then this will be a first. Good. After this, you’ll want them all the time. Spread your legs wide and lift one leg so it’s lying on the seat.”

When she’d done as he asked, he moved both hands under the table. Spreading her pussy lips wide with one hand, he used the other to slide in the balls one at a time. The cold steel felt good against her hot inner flesh, and she found if she slid back and forth they stimulated all the nerves in her vagina.

“Uh uh. Not yet,” he admonished, taking another small box from the bag. He removed what looked like a small butterfly, wetting the tip of his finger and rubbing it along the back.

“What’s that?” she asked, trying to hold herself still.

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