When we were finished eating, I had another drink. I was beginning to get light-headed, but I knew that wouldn't hurt me. I fuck better when I'm a little tipsy, and right now I was so horny I would have given anything for the opportunity to do just that. I smiled across the table at Richard; through the whole meal he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of me. I'd worn my hair long and flowing; I reached up and stroked it seductively, sweeping my long, dangling silver earrings back. The shirt was open far enough that he could see lots of my pretty shoulders; as the hair brushed against it I wished we weren't in such a public place so he could do something about it! I calmed myself though, I didn't want to be too obvious. But I was so turned on. I was still tingling from that incredible session with Stephanie! I smirked; I knew that before too long Richard would be tingling with it, too.
"Well, I've got to get back to the office," said Phil as he pushed back his plate. "It's run, run, run. You two can stay and talk business. Tanya, you're coming in to sign things at 11:00 tomorrow?"
I nodded. "Great," said Phil. "I hope you two work some things out."
"I'm sure we will," said Richard. Phil got up and left; my eyes roved over his ass in those tight dress pants as he walked away. The waitress cleared the dishes away and brought us each another drink; Richard leaned forward over the table.
"I'm really impressed by your stills," he said. "I think you're just cut out for Beauty."
"I'm glad to hear that. I love your magazine, I'm just dying to work there."
"We pay very well," he said. "And it looks like you might fit in a series, every other month."
I rolled my eyes, smiling as if in ecstasy. "I'd love that," I said.
He nodded. He leaned even closer, and I felt his leg rubbing against mine. It sent tingles through my body, he was finally making a move on me. I had sat through the whole lunch just waiting for him to do it!
"I'd like to get a closer look at this session you did with Stephanie," he said. "I'd like you to be there as I inspect them."
"That's great!"
"Stephanie's a wonderful girl, isn't she?"
I nodded. Richard went on. "She's really incredible. I'd love to have her in more layouts… but Phil keeps her very busy in the office. Very busy."
"She's wonderful to pose with," I blushed. Richard eased his hand against my knee.
"So let's go somewhere to look at these pictures, shall we? I'd like to get to know you better."
I looked straight into his eyes, begging for it.
"I'd love to get to know you better, too," I breathed. "Ever since I met you at that party… I think about you now and then. I thought you were too busy for me to ever get a shot at you… to get to know you, that is."
"Not at all," he said.
I put my hand on Richard's strong wrist. I glanced over at the side of the table; the tablecloths hung down past my knees. I looked into Richard's gorgeous eyes as I spread my legs slightly and eased his fingers gradually up the insides of my thighs. I kept watching him carefully as I licked my lips hungrily.
He stretched out his finger as I reached between my legs and tugged my panties out of the way. I spread my legs further; I pressed his middle finger against the hole of my cunt. I was gushing wet for him; his eyes went wide as he realized it.
"Put it in," I whispered. "Doing it in public turns me on."
Richard eased his finger ahead; it entered me slowly as I whimpered. I snuggled forward on the seat so that he could get a better grip on me; he pressed his middle finger deeper in and I grunted, leaning toward him.
"That feels so good," I whispered. "I really want you."
He pulled back on his finger, then shoved forward again. I glanced around, a few people were watching us. They couldn't know what we were doing, though – the tablecloths hid us. I whispered into his ear. "Put two fingers in… please…"
Richard drew his finger back and put two fingers up against my cunt; he started forcing them in, stretching my cunt-hole as I squirmed on the seat. "That's so good… uh… deeper…" He put them all the way in and I leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, sliding my tongue gently into his mouth.
"I want more of you," I panted. "I want your cock."
"I've got reservations," he said. "At the Wambala."
I smiled. The Wambala was a luxury hotel. I'd been there once, with an old boyfriend of mine who'd wanted to fuck in style. Their rooms were just made for wild sex.
"I can't wait," I whispered. "Let's get there fast."
"My limo's waiting," he smiled. "From the way Phil described you, I thought you'd feel this way."
"I do," I panted. "I've got to have you."
He pulled his fingers back; I bit my lip, disappointed as they left me. I knew he couldn't properly finger-fuck me there in the restaurant – now we were on our way to the hotel where I'd really get fucked.
"Let's go," he said.
I tucked my skirt and my panties back down, straightening my clothes. As we got up, I downed the last of my drink; I was really feeling off-center. But I liked it; I was about to fuck one of the best-looking guys I'd ever seen. He helped me on with my leather jacket; we walked out the front door. He put his hand on my back as we waited for the limo, then let it trail briefly down to stroke the curve of my ass through the leather skirt. I wished he'd lift it up, stroke my naked buttocks… but we were in the parking lot! I giggled; I leaned close to Richard and put my arms around him. I snuggled deep into his warmth; he turned and I could feel his cock bulging through his pants against my fishnet-clad thigh. I panted into his ear as I stroked it with my leg; he rubbed my neck sensuously. My cunt seemed to tingle every time he'd touch me; I knew that before long he'd be making me tingle everywhere. I smiled at him as he kissed me softly on the neck.
CHAPTER SIX
The limo pulled up; it was small for a limo, but beautiful and steel-grey. I smiled as I thought that it probably wasn't meant to hold more than two passengers – except in special cases of course, when everyone would be pretty close together anyway! The driver parked and got out. I looked the limo over and saw that the windows were smoked glass and nothing could be seen inside. I smiled at Richard; he knew I was pleased with it. The driver came around and opened the door for me; I caught my breath as I realized that it was a gorgeous woman, wearing a very un-businesslike grey tail-coat and body-suit with fishnets. She was incredible, big tits, hard nipples jutting out through the silvery material, smooth, voluptuous thighs showing through her fishnet pantyhose… I felt my body giving a tingle as I looked her up and down.
Richard chuckled. "I see you approve. Tanya Marimont, this is my chauffeur and assistant, Virginia."
I smiled and shook her hand. "Tanya's a new model for Beauty," said Richard. "How do you think she'll look?"
"Oh, perfect," said Virginia in a deep, husky voice. "I think she's wonderful for the magazine."
"Glad you think so."
Virginia held the door open; Richard motioned me inside. Holding my thighs modestly together, I got into the limousine; I saw as I climbed onto the plush seats that there was plenty of room in the back seat. I took off my boots and tucked them under the seat. Richard got in after me; I snuggled deep into the soft seats and felt the velveteen caressing my fishnet-clad legs.
Richard moved close to me; I leaned against his warm body as Virginia got into the driver's seat. I was sort of embarrassed to have her so nearby – there was a thin glass panel between the driver and passengers, but it had a hole cut in it so she could hear everything and if she looked back, she could see plenty through the lightly smoked glass. But I guessed she was used to it. Richard was notorious as the best fuck in publishing. I smiled up at him; Virginia looked back and winked at me.