Craving It All: The Craving Series Page 6

  After a few moments the wine waiter approached our table.

  I slid my foot further up and along Parker’s thigh. He tried to close his legs but I pushed them apart with my foot and glared at him. The waiter held the wine list out to me.

  “Oh you choose for me darling,” I purred at Parker. “Choose something with a little fizz”

  As I spoke I began to stroke the front of his trousers with the sole of my foot. I could feel him respond and I could also see that he was having difficulty concentrating on the wine list that had been handed to him. I slipped my big toe under him and used it to flick playfully at his balls through his trousers.

  Parker cleared his throat several times as he tried to make an order finally he managed to garble out a few words and point at the list. “Champagne. This one.”

  The waiter almost stood to attention as he acknowledged the order, he clipped his heels together as he said “Yes, sir.” Not really surprising as the bottle of champagne Parker had chosen was priced at $300.

  Once the waiter had moved away Parker moved in close and whispered into my ear, “Evie this is torture. My cock has been hard all morning. I need to have you now…can we please skip lunch and check in somewhere for the afternoon.”

  “No you naughty, naughty boy. I need you to keep your strength up you must eat. Do you fancy a little appetizer?” I slipped my legs back under my chair and leant forward so that I could feel his hardness with my hand. His shaft felt solid under the material of his pants but I soon made it bulge a little more with a few deft squeezes and a little stroking.

  Parker was finding it difficult to speak again when the waiter came over to take our food order but I wasn’t going to make it easy for him, I insisted on him ordering for both of us as I continued to tease and stroke him under the table.

  I have to say he managed to order well considering the strain he was under.

  For our food appetizer he ordered Nova Scotia lobster poached in butter with wild mushroom and Foie Gras emulsion. I was giving him his sexual appetizer as he ordered.

  We were to have a fillet of Halibut for our main which was served with a ‘tomato mousseline’ and freshly picked asparagus. What a perfect choice, I would really be able to fill my mouth with those asparagus tips and maybe there would be an opportunity to fill my mouth with Parkers tip beneath this table. I glanced around the restaurant the tables were arranged conveniently far apart. I am sure nobody would notice if I dropped my napkin and failed to return to my seat for a few minutes.

  The waiter moved away and our champagne arrived with the wine waiter. Once again he turned to me to ask if I wished to taste this time. Once more I handed the responsibility back to Parker.

  “You have a good tongue for this sort of thing darling. I am sure you know my taste.”

  Parker’s eyebrow lifted and he spluttered for a moment into his napkin before he composed himself and tasted the wine.

  We were alone for a few moments and I made small talk, asking about his morning and whether he was having a good day. I spoke quite loudly as I asked whether anything in the morning had been particularly enjoyable and noticed a few nearby tables looked around. I looked at Parker expectantly for an answer.

  “One or two things came up,” he replied “It was a little frantic for a few moments but I managed to keep control of everything.”

  Under the table I took his hand and directed it onto the silky soft skin of my inner thigh. I thought it was time that he experienced his next little treat.

  I held his wrist firmly so that I could choose how much treat he was allowed to enjoy, and directed his hand past my pussy lips so that his finger could stroke the thin strip of hair that I had left that morning.

  He closed his eyes appreciatively so that he could concentrate his full attention on the sensation of touch. I was also enjoying the sensation so I allowed his hand to move gently down where he opened me and began to stroke and encourage me to become wet.

  He was still stroking me with his eyes closed and a tender smile playing on his lips when our lobster arrived, “darling, our food is here.”

  He sat up and opened his eyes trying to move his hand away form me but I held him firmly. He acknowledged the waiter with a nod and I tilted my pelvis slightly so that his finger delved a little deeper.

  “Do you need a little relish for your lobster?” I enquired.

  “No I am sure everything is going to be quite delicious.” He replied giving me a little tickle under the table which nearly made me squeal out loud.

  The lobster was quite delicious but not nearly as delicious as the action under our table. Parker became quite creative in taking up positions that would allow him to explore more fully while still maintaining an outward show of respectability from the waist up.

  “You are the most wicked woman in the world.” He sighed appreciatively

  “And you are enjoying the most wicked lunch in the world.” I had managed to loosen his trousers and was now enjoying stroking the head of his cock with one finger, swirling it around and gently brushing the sensitive skin.

  A little butter trickled from the corner of his mouth as he gasped at one particularly sensitive stroke. I leaned forward and cleaned it from his chin with my tongue.

  Once the plates from our appetizer were cleared I returned to lunchtime conversation while still casually stroking Parker’s thigh and teasing the end of his now throbbing shaft.

  “Well that was delicious Parker. I hope you are not too full there is still plenty more to be enjoyed.”

  Parker grimaced in response, “I am nearly full, but it would be nice to feel completely satisfied. That appetizer did just what it should do. It teased my taste buds but now I’m ready for a more complete satisfaction.”

  I was really enjoying the control I was exerting over him. Just how much further could I push Parker? He was clearly enjoying the thrill of being stimulated in public but I was also arousing a level of sexual tension that was almost bursting out of each of his pores. His eyes pleaded with me and I almost gave way and suggested that we end the meal and slip away to somewhere more private. Then my wicked side kicked back in and I thought I needed to push him to the edge of his limits. I knew that taking him to the very edge of his limits would result in a level of rapture that he would never have experienced before.

  The main course arrived and before the waiter had even moved away I picked up an asparagus spear with my fingers and licked along its length. I then took the end in between my teeth and bit down slowed. Parker inhaled sharply and shifted in his seat.

  I waited until he started his food then let my napkin fall from my hand.

  “Excuse me one moment.” I smiled across the table. “I seem to have dropped my napkin. I glanced round the restaurant and was pleased to see everyone was either engaged in conversation or concentrating on their food. I ducked down beside the table and slipped under the crisp linen tablecloth. The material enclosed me in a round tent. From my position under the table I could only see the feet of waiters and the lower legs of other diners. I was going to be invisible to everyone in the restaurant.

  Parker’s thighs were resting together so I gently pressed on the inside of his knees and moved between his legs.

  His trousers were already open and I could see his little tip protruding out. I gave him the treatment that I had just been demonstrating on the asparagus. Taking him firmly in my hand I licked along the length of his spear. Then I took the end in my mouth and gently closed my teeth around the hood. I felt the muscles in Parkers legs tense. The poor boy had just seen what I had done to the tip of the asparagus and I think he was concerned that I was about to take a couple of inches off his manhood.

  Then I heard the waiter’s voice, “Do you need anything else, sir.”

  I could see his gleaming black shoes just inches from where I was hidden. I took Parker deeper into my mouth and cupped his balls in my hand.

  “Ahem” Parker did his throat clearing thing that he used when his voca
l chords failed him. “No we are fine. That will be aaall.” His voice nearly betrayed him on the final word as I increased the intensity on his cock. I was playing him like a virtuoso trombonist and my efforts were certainly having an effect on the quality of his voice.

  The black shoes moved away. I glanced under the cloth and when I had checked it was clear I slipped back up onto my seat.

  “How was your main course my sweet?”

  “Just about perfect.” He replied.

  “I must say I am feeling a little hungry myself now. I really must satisfy my appetite. “I picked up Parker’s napkin and dropped in onto the floor.

  Parker didn’t need any more hints. He ducked under the table without even checking the room. Fortunately no-one noticed.

  He lifted my skirt and I parted my legs to allow him unrestricted access. I could feel his slightly rough cheeks as the bristles of his light beard growth rubbed on my inner thighs. Then I felt the thing that I really wanted; his tongue on the tip of my clitoris. I allowed myself the smallest groan of pleasure.

  I took his the hair on the top of his head with one hand and helped to control his pace as his tongue flickered into my most intimate areas.

  Once again the waiter returned to enquire if I needed anything.

  Parker pushed one finger into me and teased me further with his tongue. I knew from the temperature radiating up my neck and cheeks that I must have been very flushed.

  My voice was a little stilted but I managed to speak despite Parkers best efforts. “I am a little warm, perhaps a jug of iced water.”

  The waiter left to get my water and it wasn’t a moment too soon. Parker was doing the most amazing swirling with his tongue and I could feel the sensation beginning to build into a crescendo. Just as the waiter left I was forced to hide my groans of pleasure by pretending to cough into my napkin. By the time the waiter returned with the water Parker was once more seated by my side and we were both just about returning to a state of composure.

  I declared that I didn’t have time to for a dessert. Parker asked for the bill then I stood and bending down to kiss him on the cheek I gave him his next instructions.

  “You will have to manage without me this afternoon my darling. But you need to be at the theatre on Main Street by 7pm. Don’t be late.” Then I swept away before he had a chance to beg for some afternoon relief.

  A Very Public Climax

  The final part of my day had been the most difficult to pull off. I had needed to call in a number of favours but everything was in place for the performance of a life time.

  The main street theatre was hosting a concert by three of the worlds leading operatic tenors that evening and the event had been sold out for months. The performance was due to start at 8pm. By 7.30 people would be taking their seats. By 8pm 2,000 eyes would be on the curtain as the first notes of the overture would begin to swell. The orchestra would be in the pit. The stars would still be in their dressing rooms. The stage would be empty.

  Well actually the stage would not be totally empty. Parker would be giving the performance of his life time with only the curtain to hide him from the eyes of 2,000 people.

  If I got it right Parker would be reaching the heights of his performance just as the first orchestral notes sang through the auditorium. If his frenzy is delayed then as the curtains go up the audience will be treated to the sight of Parker pounding into me.

  Parker had shown that he enjoyed danger and that he liked to be tested and I think I had come up with an opportunity for him to experience the most risky sexual performance that he could ever imagine.

  I slipped away from the restaurant and went to prepare for the evenings performance.

  My outfit for the evening was fitting for the occasion. I had studied the performers from a burlesque show that had been touring the region and I managed to have a replica costume made based on vintage burlesque dancers.

  I wore a g-string under a corset. The corset was tight and enhanced my curvy figure, pulling in my waist and allowing my breasts to bulge forward and my hips and arse to swell out under the material. My exposed breasts were tipped with silky tassels and I had practiced for hours until I had perfected the twirl. I had a feathery boa and topped the whole thing off with a top hat encrusted with jewels. Of course I wore those killer heels that I had bought earlier. The end result was really theatrical and made me think of the Moulin Rouge, Cabaret and all the best raunchy musicals.

  I covered my costume with a long coat and made my way to the front of the theatre.

  At exactly 7pm Parker appeared and looked up and down the street. I approached him and took his arm, leading him down the alley that led to the stage door.

  A really old friend was now stage manager at the theatre and he let me in the side door and then disappeared to organise a minor technical failure that would black out the stage CCTV for the next hour. I wasn’t putting on this show for voyeuristic lighting technicians.

  Parker looked absolutely baffled as I led him onto the stage.

  “This is not the time for stage fright Parker. Tonight you are going to give the performance of your life time.”

  He looked over the vast stage area. I took him by the hand and led him over to a chaise longue that would be used in the later performance.

  “I get to perform first and then you will be expected to show what you can do. But we had better hurry; in less than an hour those curtains are going to rise. That is not within our control. It may sound quiet out there now but very soon the theatre is going to start to fill.”

  I dropped my coat to the floor and stood quite still for a moment to let him appreciate my costume and my body. Then I moved towards him making sure that my breasts quivered on each step and he was given a glimpse of the pleasures that he was about to enjoy.

  I suppose my performance consisted of a reversed strip tease. I gyrated and danced in front of him but it was not my clothes that ended up on the floor.

  First I slipped his jacket from his shoulders and then I gyrated my hips as I bent forwards and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

  Each time he reached out to touch me I pushed his hands firmly back to his sides.

  I sat astride his legs as I unbuttoned his trousers, briefly slipping my hand into his boxers to start manipulating his manhood back to life. His cock started to spring to attention almost immediately, the poor thing had been promised so much that day and had never quite managed to become the main attraction.

  I then slipped off his lap and knelt in front of him, pulling his trousers and the boxers down his legs. His rod didn’t seem to need any more encouragement but I ducked forward and gave him a few slow licks anyway.

  As I stood I looped the boa around his neck and used it to pull him in towards me. Just as his head was about to nuzzle between my breasts I shimmied my shoulders to make the tassels flick his face.

  Parker’s breathing had turned into rapid, shallow panting. I could see that he was very aroused.

  From behind the curtain we could hear voices. The first members of the audience had been allowed into the auditorium.

  The sound of the voices excited Parker still further. I had got it so right; he was really turned on by the danger of being caught.

  He suddenly stood and moved towards me, encircling my waist with one arm. I had already decided that it was time to let him take control but I don’t think he was about to give me any choice. I could see animal lust flashing in his pale green eyes. He was going to take me and I don’t think he would have been able to stop even if the curtains had risen early and he had needed to perform in front of the full theatre.

  I hadn’t realised just how powerful his arms and shoulders were. He swept me off the ground and placed me on the Chaise Longue. His eyes swept over my body greedily then he reached forward and peeled the tassels from my nipples. The action of the glue peeling away sent shock waves through my breasts. They had stuck firmly and the sensation bordered on pain sending me into raptures of pure desire.

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nbsp; His mouth was immediately onto my nipples. I just loved his tongue technique; he had perfected a combination of twirling the tongue around my nipple and flicking the tip of his tongue across the very tip. The result was a series of rapid jolts of electricity that shot through my breast and then joined as a growing warmth deep inside of me.

  His hands moved down and found my buttocks. He kneaded my flesh, pulling my hips into him. I suddenly really needed him to take me. I wanted to feel his whole length inside of me.

  From the auditorium we could hear the noise of the audience beginning to swell. The first instruments from the orchestra began to tune.

  Parker pulled at my g-string which had caught on my corset. Impatiently he snapped first one side and then the other, pulling the tiny piece of material from between my legs and giving him open access to my glistening pussy. He discarded the g-string without taking his eyes off of me.