"Um, lick my balls, baby," he whispered. He pulled his penis to the side, stroking it very gently while Kimberly cupped his scrotum in her hands. She knew all the right moves to make and the right things to say. "Um, um," she murmured, licking his balls. The musk smell was so pervasive, her need so strong and her fantasy so vivid that she sucked him willingly and eagerly.
Unaware of the fantasy spinning inside her brain, Mark smiled down at his lover. He placed his hands behind her head and pressed her mouth closer. "That's it, baby. Suck me. I know you want it just as much as I do."
Kimberly ran her tongue over Mark's scrotum, tasting every drop of his maleness. She could tell he was almost ready. Cupping his balls with his hands, he inserted his penis back into her mouth. She pulled him deeper and deeper inside of her, trying to take all of him in. "Um, um." She moaned deep inside her throat, opening it wider so she could suck him harder and deeper.
"Now, baby. Take me now," Mark crooned as he thrust in and out of her mouth. "You're so hot," he whispered. Panting, he placed his hands on her shoulders to steady himself. "Uh, uh," he grunted as he fucked her mouth. His thrusts fast, then slow, he waited as long as he could.
Kimberly responded to his need. Her mouth and throat opened wide, she took his full length inside of her. His thrusts became harder and more insistent as he banged his penis against her throat. But for Kimberly, it was a different time and a different place. Her mind recalling images from the video, she was sucking something far more feminine than her lover's cock.
Mark trembled and shook as his ejaculate spurt inside Kimberly's mouth. The sensation was so spectacular that he knew he wasn't finished. "Uh," he grunted as he made one final thrust. He waited a moment before withdrawing from Kimberly's mouth. Afterward, he lifted her face and kissed her gently on the lips. He drew back and ran his fingers through her hair. Her mouth still open, he felt her warm breath on his penis. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his penis hardened again.
Kimberly felt his hardness and upon looking down, saw that his penis was no longer flaccid. She knew he was not finished. "Mark, I…"
It was too late. Taking her roughly by the shoulders, Mark pulled Kimberly up from the couch. His hands moving with the urgency of his arousal, he pushed her to the floor. "Get on your hands and knees," he told her, his hands hurriedly guiding her into place.
The carpet burned her knees and the palms of her hands. Kimberly felt Mark parting her ass cheeks. She wanted to protest but there wasn't time. Mark plunged his penis deeply inside of her ass. "Oh,"
she groaned, her eyes tearing with pain.
His hands grasping her waist, Mark rammed his cock in and out of his lover's most tender region. He pulled her toward him while thrusting his hips forward, heightening the sensation of each thrust.
"Ah," he gasped with pleasure, plunging deeply inside of her again and again. Having not allowed her body time to adjust to his size, he panted and strained against the tight vise. "Ooh, you're so tight," he whispered in a husky voice as he continued to slam his groin against her bare ass. For Mark, the sensation was exquisite, much more enjoyable than fucking her pussy. "Yes," he murmured.
Kimberly heard nothing but the sound of their flesh slapping together. She felt Mark's hands reaching underneath her, searching for her breasts. She heard his frustration as her tits swung back and forth out of his reach. When his hands finally seized her, he gripped her breasts so tightly in his hands that she screamed. Her pain made him swell and ride her like a wild stallion. Roaring and bucking, he was determined to tame her.
The memory was so vivid that Kimberly forgot she was in a public restaurant. Her hands drifted down, gently touching her sore muscles.
She was lost in a scene-by-scene replay of last evening. The waiter startled her when he returned to her table.
"Miss, uh Miss…"
Nervously Kimberly glanced up at the waiter. "Sorry," she whispered. "Lost in my thoughts, I guess."
He smiled. The order pad pressed against his chest, he tapped it with his pencil. "Are you still waiting for your friend?" he asked.
Kimberly looked at her watch. Pat was almost a half-hour late.
"Just a few more minutes," she told him. "If she's not here in a little bit, I'll go ahead and order." She gave him her most pleading look, acutely aware of the people that were lined up and waiting for tables.
The waiter nodded in a perfunctory manner. Kimberly's imploring eyes got the better of him. "As you wish," he said, trying to force an air of formality into his voice. "Would you like another bottle?" he asked, pointing to her empty wineglass.
Kimberly didn't realize she'd nearly finished the half-liter of wine.
She shrugged. "Sure, why not." She poured the remainder of the wine into her glass and handed the empty container to the waiter.
Their fingers brushed together as he took the bottle from her hand.
She trembled in response to his touch. Her body aroused from the replay of her evening with Mark, she found herself staring at the waiter's groin. Her eyes searched for the familiar outline that she knew should make her excited. Her mind still filled with images of the naked women, she needed desperately to reaffirm her sexuality. If she were to slip her hand inside his pants and stroke his penis into an erection, would she be aroused by it?
Unaware of her inspection, the waiter bent down and wiped the table where the glass had left condensation. "I'll be back with your drink in a moment," he said.
Trying to dismiss her troublesome thoughts, Kimberly looked around the restaurant. Gino's was known for its signature graffiti. For the price of a simple Italian meal, visitors as well as locals could leave their mark upon the Windy City. Walls, tables, lamps, anything with a bare spot was open territory for someone to write. Names and epithets appeared in ink, pencil, chalk, crayon, and even lipstick.
Kimberly laughed as she read some of the inscriptions. It took her mind off Mark and the troubling images in the video.
Another fifteen minutes passed. Kimberly nursed her drink and glanced at her watch from time to time. Why was Pat so late? She grew impatient, thinking about all the things that needed to be done at work. Kimberly was next in line for a vice-presidency in her company's service department. As a woman, the demands and expectations were twice those placed upon her male counterparts. As a result, rarely a moment passed that Kimberly wasn't engaged in some activity, social or otherwise.
Her patience taxed, Kimberly checked the time once more. How could Pat be so inconsiderate as to leave her waiting like this!
"Enough," she grumbled. She gathered her things and counted out the money for her tab. Leaving a generous tip, she hoped to assuage the waiter's disappointment for losing a tab. As with the taxi driver earlier, she felt obligated to do so.
As she turned from the table, Kimberly noticed a very unusual inscription on the corner of a nearby table. Written in bright pink marker, the inscription read: "Lavender Excursions: Women Only."
A telephone number was scribbled underneath. Kimberly wondered whose phone number it might be, thinking someone was playing a nasty trick on a friend or family member.
Thinking nothing more of it, she started for the exit. The dining area was slightly elevated with a short set of steps leading to and from the lobby. At the bottom of the stairs, Kimberly noticed the inscription once more. It read: "Lavender Excursions – Why Leave Without It?"
Her curiosity getting the better of her, Kimberly eyed the pubic telephones near the door. She tried to rationalize calling the number, telling herself it was incumbent upon her to let the person at the other end of the line know about the posting. Fully aware of her rationalization, she tried to hurry past the telephones. However, she could not assuage her desire to dial the number. Choosing the least conspicuous telephone available, Kimberly searched her purse for change. She dropped the coins into the slot and dialed the number.