“This is a nice place,” Stef said as she gazed around at the opulent decorations of the restaurant. Styled in early 1900’s art deco, the furnishings, artwork, and decorations were all authentic to that period, but they were blended with modern work as well, taking away the garish nature and making the place look timeless.
“I hope the food is as good as the decorations,” Bruce said in a half whisper and laughed quietly. Stef nudged him and they smiled.
“It will be,” she said with a mischievous glance. “Trust me. I hear the food is the best here." Bruce wanted to ask more but the maitre’d arrived to show them to their table. He was a snooty, stuffed shirt type who had much too high a value on himself. They exchanged glances that said what an ass they thought he was and had to stifle snickers. They followed him, but Bruce noticed that Stef walked slowly, like she had been working out hard and stiff and sore. He gave her a questioning look, but she pushed him in front of her and continued on to the table.
They slid into a booth at the back of the restaurant like they had requested and the maitre’d gave them their menus and walked away. They looked at the menu for a second and then Bruce put his menu down.
“Stef? Everything OK? You walked sorta stiff back there.”
She smiled again that mischievous smile and took his hand. “Everything is fine baby.” She gave him a light kiss and turned her attention back to the menu. “What’cha gettin?” she asked.
Bruce thought about pursuing his questioning further but decided against it. A: He didn’t want to annoy her and B: he wasn’t all that sure he wanted to know the truth. He looked back at the menu, “I think I am in the mood for steak.”
“Mmmmm. . .meat,” Stef said with a giggle and licked her lips. Bruce was now certain he was in for some sort of trouble during dinner. Stef had a way of making such fun trouble he loved it. But she always seemed to do it at the oddest times and always in public.
The waiter came and they ordered dinner and wine but Stef told him not to get any appetizers. This was sort of odd as she usually didn’t like to wait all the time for dinner without something to munch on but Bruce didn’t argue. He ordered and then sat back and waited for the wine.
“You know,” Stef started, “maybe we should have gotten an appetizer after all baby. Something to munch on.”
Great, he thought, now she decides. “Let me get the waiter’s attention then,”
Bruce said in an obviously annoyed tone.
“No. . . .no. . . .no. . .never mind.” She picked up her purse. “I think I have some crackers in here anyway”.
“You’re not going to eat crackers in a restaurant baby. If you want something, we’ll get it,” Bruce said scanning the room for the waiter. “Where the fuck did he go?”
“Oh wait. . . .here comes the wine,” Stef said as she saw the wine steward arriving at their table. “Maybe wine will do.” Bruce looked at her and was now certain something was up, but he let it go while the wine steward was there. The bottle was presented and it was very good. He tipped the man and as he walked away Bruce turned back to Stef.
“I can get the. . .” Bruce started and then let the words trail off. Stef was chewing on something and smiling. “What are you eating?” he asked her.
“What do you mean nothing. . . .you’re eating something.”
“What do you mean nope,” he said and started laughing as her grin widened.
“OK. . . .I had a grape,” she said swallowing the last of it.
Bruce looked around the table. “Where did you get a grape?”
Stef smiled and lifted her hand. In her fingers was a single grape. It was wet looking and she held it out to him. “Want one?”
Bruce smiled a questioning smile but leaned over so she could feed it to him. It was wet when she placed it on his tongue and he instantly noticed a different taste to it. Something. . . .something. . .familiar. . . .something. Oh my god, he thought.
Stef burst out laughing at the look on his face as he realized what the taste was. He suddenly blushed deep red and began to look around to see if anyone noticed what was going on. She giggled more. He was so cute when he was embarrassed.
“Want another?” she asked. He nodded and smiled. “Well. . . .you’ll have to get it yourself,” she said and smiled. She turned in the booth, raised one leg up and pulled her dress up until just he could see her bare pussy. She smiled.
Bruce tentatively reached out his hand and slid one finger into her pussy. It was so wet it sucked him in and Stef rolled her eyes slightly and smiled at the pleasure. His finger immediately found another grape, a whole bunch of them actually. He pulled his finger out and then slid two in her and grabbed a grape quickly and pulled it out. As he pulled his fingers out another grape popped out with it and fell to the floor. He looked around, horrified that someone may have seen it. Stef laughed and leaned down and took the grape from his fingers with her mouth, sucking her own juices off his hand as she did.
Bruce felt his cock go stiff and he could barely breath. His excitement was so intense he could barely think as he watched her eat that grape and then fish another out and feed it to him. The taste of her pussy and the grape was fantastic. Like they were meant for each other. She smiled as she watched him eat and began fishing for another.
Her search took longer this time, not for lack of grapes, but because she was playing with her pussy at the same time. He watched as she rubbed her swollen clit and dipped two fingers into her wet pussy. He watched in rapt attention as she pulled out two grapes and stuck them in her mouth and let the juices drip down her chin for a second before sucking them back into her mouth.
She took a sip of wine and then dipped her fingers into the glass and got them wet. She stuck the fingers into his mouth and the taste of wine and her pussy drove him nuts. He sucked on them too hard and made a slurping noise. She quickly withdrew the fingers and laughed as he grew bright red again.
Grape after grape was fished out of her pussy as they shared the snack. Each grab took longer and each grape tasted stronger and stronger of her pussy. Then she was fishing out the last grape, dinner would be here soon she knew, but she took her time getting it. Her palm rubbing over clit and her fingers searching her pussy. She started to shake and bit her lip as she finally came. She felt the orgasm seep through her, a slow strong one. It took nearly a minute to reach intensity and she was nearly drawing blood to keep from crying out. She tried to look Bruce in the eyes but her eyelids fluttered uncontrollably. She moaned every so softly and finally her body gave one great shudder. She opened her eyes and Bruce was grinning ear to ear watching her.
She pulled her fingers and the last grape out and shook slightly at the sensation. Leaning over, she kissed Bruce and then held out the last grape.
“Want the last one baby? I’m done,” she said with a mischievous smile.