Who would have thought that after 7 years I'll be back here in this restaurant where my sexcapades somewhat started?
Two feelings engulfed me when a co-worker, a handsome younger guy invited me to join him at Moxie's for his recent promotion. Talk about excitement and fear at the same time. The same feeling I felt when my then boyfriend and I embarked on different sexual positions right at the restaurant. I don't really know if anybody heard us. I don't even know if there were security cameras around where we were. But honestly, that time, I couldn't care less.
My name is Amerilda Mijares. I've been here in Canada for a long time now. Law had been a passion since I was mere child. And now here I am, a Lawyer for one of the biggest Law Firms here in Toronto. I was a straight A student. I don't really do stupid stuff. Heck I never even really dated a lot. What scares me is that one night that I've been very horny and I let my sexuality gets ahead of me. Can you imagine what scandal that one night would be if ever somebody took a picture? What will happen to my career? Here I am a well-known Defense Attorney caught on tape having sex on a counter of one busy restaurant? I can't even think of a proper defense for my own self.
Now, I'm here at the same restaurant. James is just talking away how he wanted to be just like the rest of the Lawyers in our Firm. Those cold hearted lawyers that is. I can barely think of a response to him anymore. All I can think of was the time Matthew and I was there on one corner, kissing, caressing, fucking, shit I'm getting wet just thinking about it!
James: Mer, you ok? You're a bit red,
Me: Oh, yes I am, don't you think it's a bit warm in here?
James: Umm, not really but if you say so, why not take off your jacket?
Me: Uhh, maybe that's why.
I took off my jacket. With my cleavage now showing I can see where James' eyes are looking. I pretended I didn't notice, but the waiter looked at me awkwardly. Was that sweat on his forehead? Damn, I'm getting paranoid. I feel like sweating myself. I don't even know anymore if that was my pussy getting wet or my whole body convulsing of the possibility that this waiter knew what happened 7 years back. As the waiter approached our table, he was looking straight at me. No, not my cleavage. He was looking straight up at my eyes. After he told us the special for that night, he winked at me. Did James see that? Probably not, he was still busy talking about what he wants in his career.
I live in a pretty small community and have often looked for good massages in my area. For several months now, I have seen an ad on Craigslist by a local guy who specializes in full body massages of women. The first time I saw the ad, I clicked on it to see if it would be a good gift for my wife. I found out that he specialized in a special massage of the woman's vaginal area. It stated that the goal of the massage was not to orgasm, but it typically happened that way. Just a few days ago, I saw that ad again and this time his name was listed on his website. I decided to look up his name on Facebook and saw some pictures of the masseuse. His name was Mark, he was about 6'-1", very muscular body, tan, and light features. He basically looked like someone out of a fitness commercial. I am not sure why, but I started to fantasize about seeing his strong muscles massaging my wife. The notion of this muscular guy rubbing down my wife was a big turn on.
It was close to our anniversary, so I decided to see what I could do. I contacted Mark by email at first and mentioned that I would like to get the "special" massage for my wife. A couple of hours later we were on the phone discussing his "special" massage. I said that I was interested, but there were a couple of catches. First of all, I wasn't sure that my wife would go for it. She is very prudish outside the bedroom, and I was the only one she has ever been with sexually, so allowing another man to touch her there may be out of the question. He told me that I could always pay for those services and just see what happens. That massage is very relaxing and sensual from the start, so sometimes things just progress that way. I asked him if anything beyond a massage ever happens.
"It is rare. Most of my clients are married women, who like the idea of a sensual massage, but don't want to cross any more lines. However, on a handful of occasions the massage has turned into something more sexual. In those cases, I do not charge for the sex because it is mutually enjoyment and I would only sleep with those I would sleep with anyway. Since you are the client though, how would you feel about it if it progressed into something sexual?" asked Mark. I thought about it for a second and became pretty turned on by the notion. "You know, I think I would be OK with it actually", I replied.
"Are you sure?" Mark asked again. "Yeah, I mean it is sort of a fantasy of mine. I mean don't push towards it, but if it progresses that way it is OK," I reply.
Secondly, I asked him if there was any way to watch the session. He said I could always come with her. "Is there a way to watch without her knowing? I mean I think she would be more open to the massage if she were alone," I suggested. He informed me that he has a security system installed in the lounge, sauna, and massage room, so if I was willing to pay a little extra he would release the footage to me after the session. I agreed to all the terms, and set up a massage for a couple of days before the anniversary. I figured if nothing else, I would give my wife I nice two hour time of relaxation.
My one night with Jenny was a night I never thought would happen.
We had met in an internet chat room and hit it off pretty good as friends. However the problem was that she lived on the west coast and I lived on the east coast.
We talked about music, life, the relationships each of us were in at the time. Through the instant messaging on the internet we had some pretty intense cybersex experiences. That lead to more intense phone sex experiences. We had an emotional bond to each other, how to turn each other on and how to get each other off.
However our real-life relationships were in the way of finding out if the intensity of the fantasy world could be matched in reality. We were each involved in a long distance relationship. Hers happened to be with a guy in a city about an hour away from me. So anytime she came out to visit him, she stayed with other friends of hers and we'd always see eachother for a day - some kissing, a meal, friendly conversation, but that was it. She didn't want to cheat on her boyfriend and I didn't want to cheat on my girlfriend.
We kept in touch over the years and every time I was between relationships, she was in one, and when she was available, I was in one. However that all changed one August day.
I was between relationships and she was on the East Coast visiting. We met at a park near her friend's house before lunch and she was looking better than usual. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders (she usually wore it short) a loose-fitting red v-neck shirt that showed off some of her 40C cleavage, and a pair of tight jeans that framed her fine ass well. We greeted each other with our usual hug and kiss, during which our tongues intertwined and I thought I felt a little something extra in her kiss but I wasn't sure. During our lunch conversation she was complaining about how he was treating her and how she was getting sick of the friends she was staying with. I suggested that she get away from it all for a night and come stay at my place. I said if she was worried about what anyone thought she could stay in my guest room.
She accepted my invitation and we were having some friendly conversation in the car on the ride back, when she said "Gary I notice you've been checking me out quite a bit today, I bet you can't wait to get back to your place and get your mouth on these" and with that she flashed me her magnificent tits. I nearly lost control of the car at that point, but managed to get refocused on the interstate. Then she leaned over and whispered in my ear "I like the effect I'm having on you" and unzipped my fly, took out my hardening cock and stroked it a few times.Then she said "I can't wait until I can taste this tonight" stroked it a few more times and then slid it back in my pants.