Story 15: A Date Night for Fantasy - Part 1 (Written)
Synopsis: Evette and William Chang are a couple on their weekly date night. Evette, a woman of voracious sexual appetite, uses every part of the outing as delicious foreplay - dinner, a car ride through the hills and an eventual, mysterious stop at a home she knows is not hers.
This is Part 1 of a two-part story.
Primary Characters: 1 male identified, 1 female identified
Spice Level: 2
Written by: Danni
It was a night for their fantasies. Evette Chang wanted dinner at an upscale restaurant. She wanted to talk dirty to her husband across the table. She loved seeing his mouth filling with wine and food while she told him what she wished it was doing. It was a fantasy of juxtaposition: private admissions in a public place, her husband’s tailored suit pants restraining his growing erection. Her nipples stabbed the fabric of her dress. The confinement heightened her arousal.
“Did you enjoy your meal tonight?” asked the waiter. The food had no appeal for Evette beyond a source of energy - energy she fully intended to deplete.
William Chang cleared his throat. “Yes, everything was better than expected.” There was a wicked glint in his eyes.
Evette could not wait for the drive home; she looked forward to being naughty while ensconced in a sleek car with the dark enveloping her and William’s bodies. If the rule was that as a woman aged her sex drive decreased and it was harder to get wet, then she was the exception. Her bare pussy was soaked. She wondered if she would leave a puddle on the seat.
“Are you ready, honey?” she asked her husband sweetly.
“Yes.” The bill was already settled. The valet at the stand greeted them and signaled for their car. The heat from the day had not dissipated after sunset. They stood a few feet apart. Her fantasy was based on appearing cool, calm and collected while a torrent of desire raged just beneath the surface.
A woman pulled up in a red Ferrari 812 Superfast. William walked over and got in as the woman exited. Everything was exactly how she wanted it. That same female valet opened the door, and Evette entered the refined charcoal interior. The restaurant was in a commercial area of a neighboring suburb. They now had to make their way back to the city proper.
“Take the city streets,” Evette urged.
William pressed a button and the mechanical animal awoke. They glided away from the curb and promptly came to a red light. Evette reached under her plunging neckline and rubbed her nipples.
“Make it growl,” she said in a throaty voice.
He pressed on the brakes and held down the gas pedal. The grumbling vibrated her sex. She noticed his hands poised on the steering wheel. His nails were clean, and the cuticles were healthy and trimmed. Once the light turned green, she watched his hands tilt to the left.
Their property was on the other side of the hills. William refused to tell her where they were headed—but she knew it was not home. When the streetlights became less frequent, she started her show.
She reached between her thighs and twirled her fingers around her sensitive bud. They grazed softly, spreading her wetness. With her other hand she teased her pussy. It ached to be filled and she panted in pleasure. She looked at William’s profile - his jaw flexed. She felt naughty, tempting him like this was reckless. She brought herself near the precipice, then abruptly stopped.
She let her skin hum. Her pulse calmed. She started again. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, moving two fingers in and out. She bent a finger and pressed against her G-spot. Her breaths grew ragged. She threw her head back, then removed her fingers from her hungry cunt. She sniffed her hand.
“Taste me.” Her husband lapped up her juices. It was carnal. She came down for a beat. She reached into the glove compartment for the bottle of lube she’d placed there and glanced at William. His restraint added to the spiciness of her masturbation.
She was louder than the rumbling of the engine. She moved her hips up and down. Fucking her fingers, she rotated her hips in a wicked dance. Her clit was swollen. Her lips were stretched. She widened her lips for deeper penetration.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she yelled. She would not give herself the satisfaction of coming. She knew denying herself would make her body explode from the force of her eventual orgasm. She wanted to save that for him, for whatever his fantasy was.
“Almost there,” he said. She paid no mind to their route. They were in front of a luxury high rise that she did not recognize.
He hopped out the second the car slid into the underground garage. It was his turn now.