The Cottage Ch. 02

Part 2: Café Aphrodite

This is the 2nd part of a 6 part story. Please read The Cottage –Arrival before reading this part. Once again special thanks to TRCIII for all of his help.

I awoke the next morning to the aroma of bacon. I lay there for a few seconds, remembering the day before. I don't think I have awoken so horny in my life. Food was about the farthest thing from my mind, but the bacon smelled good and knowing his culinary skills, I was assured of a delectable breakfast. I put on the slinkiest, silkiest negligee that I owned and went downstairs.

I quietly went down the stairs; I could see him flipping the bacon in the pan. He was wearing a pair of grey sweat shorts and a white tee-shirt that accentuated his hard, muscled chest. As he turned to reach into the cabinet for the plates, I reached my arms around him. I gently fondled his cock; he let out a soft sigh. He forgot about the plates and turned around, taking in what I was wearing. My nipples were visible through the sheer material. He gently reached down and pulled my nipples outward with his fingers.

He turned to me and said, "Hold that thought, the bacon is burning." He took the bacon off of the stove and placed it on the paper towel-lined plate. He asked me, "Would you prefer breakfast hot or cold?"

I reached over and licked his fingers and said, "Feed it to me,hot." With that, the eggs were scrambled and the toast, toasted. We each grabbed a plate and headed out onto the deck. He pulled a chair up right next to me. Our knees were touching and I reached over and gently started massaging his cock that had created a tent in his shorts.

He grabbed a forkful of food and placed it in my mouth. I stopped rubbing him and put a mouthful of food into his mouth. We continued this till we were both hungry for more. We pushed are plates aside and I climbed on top of him. Long slow playful adventures are fun, but quick and intense are sometimes best.

As I sat on top of him, I pushed my breasts into his face, making sure to feel his hardness on my exposed pussy. He quickly pulled my lingerie off over my head and buried his head into my breasts. He started to lick and suck each nipple with a fury of a man that wanted something, now. He took his shorts off while I continued to rub him.

When his hardness came in contact with my very wet pussy, I let him go in. Deep and fast, going faster and harder with each stroke. I could hear his breathing quicken with each down stroke; he pushed down on my hips and thrust his hips up to meet me. We kept going deeper until I felt his balls slap up against my ass. All of him was being thrust into me.

I was at the point of explosion as he grabbed my right nipple with his teeth and gently bit down, causing me to release on him, violently. I felt the hard pulses of him coming inside me. We both let out a cry of satisfaction. I stayed on him till I felt him soften and fall out of me, letting the hot cum trickle out me with him.

As he was cleaning up after breakfast, I gave him a peck on the cheek and went down to the beach to bath in the sun. I spread the blanket out, thinking back to my childhood—the fun we used to have chasing the waves. As I became a teenager we still used to come to the beach. I would lie on my blanket hoping some cute boy would accidentally hit me with his volleyball. Of course it never happened.

As I smeared the sunscreen on I was wondering what kind of a week I really wanted. I have always loved sex, but there was so much more to life. I just wanted to feel desired again.

As the sun beat down on me, a soft sea breeze blew, keeping me comfortable. I was finishing the last chapter of John Grisham's newest book. I was so happy that Chris wanted to make me happy, but I was tired of our normal boring sex life; I needed more.

Unfortunately I was not sure what more there was. How many times can you get on top, then he gets on top; after a while it all becomes stale. As much as I love licking his cock and I love him eating my pussy, even that can get stale.

I must have fallen asleep on the beach because before I knew, it was late afternoon. I grabbed my towel and headed back up to the cottage. He was nowhere in sight; then I saw the note on the counter. 'Gone golfing' it read; big surprise, I thought. He would probably be home soon.

I went upstairs to take a shower. In the bedroom there was a bouquet of fragrant roses of various colors, they were simply gorgeous. There was a black embossed card attached.

I opened the card and read, 'I have special plans for dinner. Put on the contents of the black garment bag, and do your hair the way I like it, with the little wisps in your face. Be ready around 5 p.m. Love you, Me'.

Okay, I have never known him to voluntarily get dressed up and go anywhere. As I opened the closet there it was, in the black garment bag, a red dress that tied around the neck with a back that was shaped in a 'V' that ended at the crack...well you get the idea. The dress had built-in cups, so I did not need to worry about a bra. Also in the bag were white thigh-high stockings, a white garter belt and black stiletto heels.

I grabbed the stocking, garter belt, a pair of red g-string panties and a pair of slippers and went to the shower. I took a quick shower, when I realized that my back was a little sunburned, and the water hurt me. I stood there staring into one of the many mirrors thinking how to do my make-up and hair. I decided to put on the stockings and garter belt, but no panties for tonight. I gently rubbed myself just thinking about what he might have in store for us.

As I finishing putting gel into my hair as he came up the stairs, it was already 4:30. I took my slippers off and put on the black suede heels that left my white stocking toes exposed and had a six-inch stiletto heel. I felt absolutely beautiful. He was dressed in a black tux with a red vest, which matched my dress exactly.

I asked him, "Do you like your lady in red?"

"Oh yes, I do. Will you be mine, tonight?" he asked in a boyish tone.

"I think that could be arranged," I said, as I kissed his cheek. "But first I need you to do something for me."

"What?" he asked.

I handed him the bottle of aloe. "Would you mind putting this on my back? I fell asleep on the beach." Although my back was not that bad, I still didn't want it to peel. I untied my dress so none of the lotion would get on it. He gently massaged the cooling lotion on my back and neck; the way he did it stirred a warm sensation between my legs.

I fought the urge to touch him, afraid that we would be late. After he finished putting the gel on my back I redid the straps of my dress and away we went.

As we were driving into town I asked him, "Where are we going?"

"We are going to an upscale erotic club," he said.

"So, we are going to a strip club?" I said sarcastically.

"No, there are no strippers; just interesting food, great drinks, and a very sexually-charged atmosphere that is very upscale. No $2 beers here," he said, with a devilish grin.

We pulled up to the valet parking for Café Aphrodite. The valet opened my door and greeted me with a broad smile. Chris put his arm around my waist as we walked down the red carpet, which was shielded from the weather by a red canopy that had Café Aphrodite stenciled in gold lettering. The entrance was a brick red façade with an oval opening. The Maitre'd greeted us with a very sensual, "Do you have reservations?"

He was standing at a wide pedestal that colleges use for graduation. The pedestal was ebony stained with a red velvet runner that had gold three inch long tassels on each side. The lighting was very dim, setting a romantic tone. Everywhere you looked there were tones of deep red, deep purple, and ebony-stained wood. The walls were painted red with gold-leaf accents. The stage on the front wall was decorated with erotically posed brass statues. The black velvet curtains hung seductively on the ebony flooring.

The whole place was tiered; there was a row of ten booths per level that were surrounded on three sides by six-foot-high wooden sides, so only people in front could see. There were fourteen steps that lead down to the stage, with seven different levels of booths.

"Yes, for 5 o'clock in the Kama Sutra Room, for the Smith's," Chris said.

"Oh! Yes, right this way." He led us down the steps towards the stage, and directed us to go through a door on the right about three-quarters of the way down. This was a magnificent room; just like the main room it was tiered, with a stage in the front. The booths looked the same, except this room contained only five booths per level. The stage was decorated very similarly to the other room. I was dying with curiosity and I asked the Maitre'd, "What is the stage used for?"

He politely said, "You will see; it is part of the after-dinner show."

He led us to our table on the second tier from the stage and the third booth in. Great, I thought to myself, people who walk by us will see anything we do. The room buzzed from the noises of other guests, although I did not remember seeing anyone else when we came in. The booths really were secluded. Our table had a solid-gold globe candle holder, with a scented candle I was not familiar with: it was sweet but not fruity smelling. The table linen was the same deep rich red as the walls, the booth had black leather cushioning upholstered to the walls and the seat cushions were made of a plush soft cotton cover. There were two gold throw pillows in the center of the booth. We'd no sooner sat down when the waitress came over.

She was a very pretty woman in her late twenties, wearing a black lace teddy, black stockings and black patent leather knee-high boots; to help her manage waitressing, the heels were of a reasonable length. She had long golden-blonde hair that was pulled tightly back with black, red and gold ribbons. She handed us our menus, telling us that her name was Cindy, and asked for our drink order. Before I could ask for a drink my husband spoke, "Yes, I would like the Matinee and she will have the Candy Maker."

She said, "Thank you."

I said to him, "Well that was kind of forward of you, ordering for me."

"I only ordered your drink; when I called to make reservations they asked me if you were open-minded or a little on the conservative side. I told them that you could be a little reserved and those were the drinks I was told to order," he said, very matter-of-factly.

"Oh! Well, I am not sure if I like this side of you; I'll let you know after I have one," I said, coyly.

There were no appetizers or salads on the menu, only entrees. The entrees consisted of a great number of seafood dishes, truffles in one fashion or another, asparagus, and artichokes. Everything sounded so good on the menu that I was having a hard time deciding what I wanted.

I asked Chris, "So are you ordering for me again, or do I get to choose?"

He said, laughing, "No, you get to order whatyouwant. I think I am going to have the 'Caesar Filet Mignon' with the truffle and garlic sauce. Do you know what you want, yet?"

"No, not yet. There are so many things that look good on this menu, just likeyouin your tux," I said, with a sinister grin.

The waitress came back with our drinks. The glasses were sizeable hurricanes. My drink was pink with a twist of lime on the glass. His was lime green-colored with a twist of lemon on the glass.

The waitress said, "Are we ready to order?"

Chris said, "Yes, I would like the 'Caesar Filet Mignon'."

"Good choice, sir," the waitress said, then turned to me and asked, "For you madam?"

"I think I am going to try the 'Asparagus Fettuccine' with the white truffle and parmesan sauce."

"Very good, madam; enjoy your drinks and I will be back with the appetizers." She turned and left.

I was curious what my drink tasted like. 'Candy Maker'...I know I have heard that expression before; I was trying to think what it meant. Then it dawned on me: it means, to 'jerk off' a man then lick up the cum. The drink itself almost reminded of an Alabama Slammer, very sweet and easy to drink.

I reached my hand over to try Chris' drink. His 'Matinee' was almost bitter and sweet at the same time. I could not tell if it was lime-type liquor in it or not. Matinee is another sexual term meaning afternoon sex.

"Different," I said.

"Yes, but I like it. Yours is too sweet for me," he said, sticking his tongue out of his mouth, flipping it up and down.

I had this burning desire to move closer to him. I took the pillows that separated us tossing them to where I had been sitting. I slid in right next to him and gently rubbed my breasts up and down his arm. I reached across and slowly started to rub him through his pants. I could feel the blood surging to his cock. I wanted to taste him.

The waitress came back and saw what was transpiring between the two of us and said, "Good to see the drinks are already working; here is the complimentary appetizer, and don't worry, there is nothing you two can do that I have not already seen. I am Cindy, and I am here to ensure a romantic, inhibition-free evening. Your drinks will always be full, and you are free to explore the co-ed sexual chambers over to your left, or you can stay here in your booths. The night is yours; just make sure you catch some of the show that will start in about two hours."

We both thanked her. I could tell from the heat of my face it was red with embarrassment. She placed a silver platter of shrimp cocktails, breaded asparagus, celery in a garlic butter sauce, and an artichoke dip on our table and left just a quickly and quietly as she came.

I picked up the crispy, but slightly limp asparagus. Cupping my hand under it, brushed his bottom lip, as he parted his lips I brushed his tongue with the tip of the asparagus. His teeth clamped down around the defenseless vegetable. He reached for a piece of shrimp and dunked it into the artichoke dip, He smeared the bitter dip on my lips, and slowly I licked my lips clean. I opened my mouth displaying my tongue eagerly awaiting the cool crisp shrimp. The poor piece of celery did not even have a chance. I placed it in my mouth slowly wrapping my tongue around it savoring the rich butter sauce. I closed my mouth around it pulling it out then pushing it back in as my teeth clamped around it.

"A romantic, inhibition-free evening"—those were the words that she'd used. I had never embarked on this type of behavior in public, but I was sensing that it was acceptable and very much encouraged. I reached over to his very-obvious, hard cock and rubbed it again through the soft fabric. I slowly undid his zipper sliding my hand in over his underwear that had developed a wet spot. At least I was not the only one wet. I slithered my hand to the top of his pants; I needed to get my hand farther down. I wanted to feel him in my hand. I needed to feel him in my mouth.

I stopped long enough to take a sip of my drink and cool my hand down. I reached back down his pants with my very cold hand and started to feel him. He leaned his head back against the booth and slid down a little so I could get my hand in farther. I reached down and fondled his balls with my ring finger and pinky while my thumb and index finger massaged his base. His cock felt even smoother in my hand, I wondered if it was from shaving him yesterday.

I put my legs up on the soft cushion, laid down on top of him, with my face right in his genital area. He slid down; I ran my hand up and down his silky smooth shaft. I took my tongue and flicked it up and down him, then licked his balls up and down from the left to the right. I love the taste of him; just licking him makes me wet. The thought that at any time someone could walk by, for some reason turned me on even more.

I took him into my mouth as I took him in deeper. I licked his shaft with my tongue; I wanted to savor every taste of him. I heard soft moans from him, he was really enjoying this.

I looked up to at him and asked, "Do you want to get off?"

He nodded his head 'yes'. I went back to licking him; I sucked his shaft all the way down and back up. I could hear his moans getting louder as I sucked and teased his balls. I ran my long finger nails up and down his shaft. I nibbled up his shaft very gently, listening to the moans getting louder each time. I wanted to taste him, to feel his juices fill up my mouth.

I sucked his purple head into my mouth. I slowly started taking him deeper and deeper into my mouth; I felt the first burst of his cum in my mouth. Oh, how hot! I went deeper as he filled my mouth with his hot salty cum. As he was filling my mouth with his juices he let out a loud cry. I had never heard him make so many pleasurable noises.

As I sucked all of the juices from him, he whispered, "Don't stop."

Just as he said that, Cindy came back to clear off the table. I sat up and took a sip of my drink. She brought with her a silver condiment tray.

As she set the condiment tray down she said, "This tray contains flavored lubricants that are safe to be eaten and used anywhere. I will tell you that the purple one is a grape-flavored gel that causes numbness, great on the penis or the areola, to heighten or sustain pleasure. The red one is strawberry that causes an intense heating sensation wherever it placed. The brown one is a chocolate-flavored lube that has been known to cause multiple orgasms. The green one is a mint-flavored gel that cools and desensitizes. Finally the pink gel is strictly a lube that has no flavor or effects on the body. Enjoy these, and your dinner will be here shortly." We thanked her again.

I knew what I wanted to do. I took the paint brush that was in the green gel and painted him. "What did you do that for?" he cried. Before he could protest too much I started licking the cool tingly gel off of him. I felt the numbness on my tongue. As I finished licking the last traces off he gently pulled my head up and said, "When do I get a chance, here?"

I sat up and moved closer to him. Our lips touched. He grabbed my head and held it tightly as he kissed me. Our tongues meet in a fury, looking for something. We were on fire, passion burning inside of me. I was in a state of ecstasy. I wanted him, my body was burning to have him touch me, somewhere anywhere. I just needed him.

Deeper and with a hunger we kissed and embraced each other, almost as if we did not know where to go from here. He released his right hand from my face and touched me softly and delicately on my very wet and hot pussy. My goodness! That was almost enough to send me over the edge.

He slowly rubbed me letting his pinky spread my hot wet lips apart. Our lips never parted as he put two fingers deep in me. I wanted to scream with pleasure but I could only kiss him harder and deeper as I felt the first wave of pleasure overtake me. As he kept driving his fingers deeper into me I was shocked by the waves of pleasure that just kept coming and coming.

He pulled his soaked fingers from me and put them on my lips. I grasped his hand and started licking each finger clean. He was moaning in pleasure as I licked each finger then sucked it all the way in my mouth savoring the sweet nectar. Needing a few minutes to gather myself I was glad to see Cindy delivering dinner.

Cindy said, with a huge smile on her face, "Glad to see you are enjoying yourselves. I hope you enjoy your dinners, and I will be right back with more drinks for you." The food was spectacular. With each bite of the succulent feast before me I could feel my nipples becoming erect, and my clit filling with a hot burning sensation. I ate enough to get my fill, but not so much that I was stuffed. Cindy returned to gather our dinner plates, and to give us new drinks. She quickly and efficiently cleaned the table.