Loading...Dawn awakened from sleep as shadows created by the setting sun etched their shapes on the walls, furniture, and floor of their bedroom, giving the shadows lives of their own. She felt the warm afterglow of pure sensuality that lingered after the very erotic and exciting afternoon of making love with Meghan. Dawn felt totally relaxed from having expended so much physical and emotional energy after being completely intimate with her soul-mate Megan who returned in kind.
Replaying their afternoon of lovemaking in her vivid, creative mind, Dawn blinked to clear the sleep from her eyes and looked down at Meghan who still had her head resting in her arms next to her left breast. Meghan’s right arm lay across Dawn’s waist, and her right leg draped across and between her legs. While lying there in one another’s arms, Dawn felt Meghan’s full breasts pressed against her side, her stomach against her hip, and her hairy pussy against her thigh, all of which brought back images of their sensual pleasure, causing her nipples to stand erect and hard. Goose bumps raised their heads and circled her crimson aureoles.
As Dawn watched Meghan sleep, feeling the steady rise and fall of her full breasts against her skin, she felt her stir as she, too, was now returning from the vale of Morpheus.
“Mmmmmm,” Meghan breathed a drawn-out sigh as she hugged Dawn around her waist.
“Hey, sleepy one,” Dawn whispered in hushed tones, bringing her body into Meghan’s, “aren’t you ever going to wake up?”
Meghan hugged Dawn even more tightly and snuggled her face against her pert breasts. “I was having some veerryyy erotic dreams. About us,” she emphasized with cat-like purring.
“How do you know they were dreams?” Dawn teased. “I could have been ravishing your body while you slept.”
Meghan lifted herself up onto her left forearm and looked up into Dawn’s pale blue eyes.
“If you were ravishing my body, Silly, I’m sure I didn’t give you much resistance then,” Meghan chuckled.
Dawn smiled knowingly at Meghan.
“Yes, I guess you’re right. After what we have enjoyed since being with one another, nothing would surprise either one of us.”
“You have that right,” Meghan quickly responded.
“Come here, Love,” Dawn said as she drew Meghan towards her.
Dawn lowered her head, her lips parting to meet Meghan’s. Their lips touched, soft and moist. Each pressed gently against the other, giving and surrendering their intimate contact. As lips touched lips, their tongues sought the other’s, and Dawn and Meghan shared the warmth and wetness of their mouths, each one savoring the lingering taste of their passion still from their hours of making love.
“Whew,” Dawn sighed as they broke their kiss. “I think if we don’t stop, we’re going to find ourselves making love again.” Dawn paused. “Which would be wonderful, but how would you like to go and get something to eat. I’m sure you’re getting hungry by now. And there is always later this evening if we want a really tasty dessert,” Dawn smiled wickedly.
“Now that you mention it, yes, I am hungry,” Meghan answered. Then she smiled. “Sex does work up an appetite. Doesn’t it?”
“Can’t argue that,” Dawn answered, smiling back at Meghan. “You satisfy one hunger and start another one. So, why don’t we get showered and get ourselves ready to go into ‘Seattle’ and find some nice, cozy restaurant where we can enjoy another dinner for two. Sound good?”
“Sounds good to me,” Meghan replied enthusiastically.
Without saying another word, Dawn and Meghan set about getting themselves ready, having showered together and washing one another’s bodies, lingering their soapy fingers on their breasts and wet pussies.
Dawn who usually dresses conservatively put on tan slacks that fit her like a glove; a tailored white shirt with a wide, pointed collar and buttons that opened down to her cleavage; and tan pumps to match her pants. And to add a little flare of color to her outfit, Dawn laced a small, folded sash of pale blue to match her eyes that she put through the loops in her pants and tied a small knot at her left hip, letting the two uneven ends casually drop to mid-thigh. Elegant but casual she thought as she studied herself, her reflected blue eyes in the mirror looking back into her searching blue eyes.
Meghan on the other hand chose to wear a vivid, green dress that was loose fitting and casual, yet her shapely, short body filled it out beautifully. Like Dawn’s outfit accentuated her blue eyes Meghan’s dress matched her radiant, green eyes, the contrast setting off her natural red hair. She, too, wore comfortable, tan shoes; although, the heels were slightly higher than Dawn’s. Meghan had what could be called a miniature ‘Rubenesque’ body with well-formed, rounded hips, narrow waist, and full breasts that, when lifted up and pushed out with the right kind of bra, displayed her cleavage admirably. And wearing a necklace or pendant as she was on this occasion usually drew ones eyes right to the top where her cleavage began.
When Dawn looked over at Meghan, she sucked in her breath and thought, damn, she is so beautiful. How was I ever so fortunate to have met her and have her as my soul-mate?
Now they were set for a night-on-the-town.
As they drove into ‘Seattle,’ Dawn talked about the different kinds of restaurants that where there, avoiding mentioning the very elegant ones in which neither one was interested. They preferred the simple, out-of-the-way places where they could get away from the crowds. Of course, there were many fine seafood restaurants, many of the better ones being down by or on the waterfront. Then there were many ethnic ones such as ‘Thai,’ ‘Chinese,’ ‘Indian,’ Italian,’ and others. The choices were almost too many to make a decision easily, but, by the time they had driven into city centre and found a parking garage, they had made one, clear decision: They wanted to find a restaurant down by the waterfront, one that was small and cozy, but most of all not crowded.
Once Dawn and Meghan reached the waterfront, they started walking casually while holding hands and looking for ‘that’ restaurant that called out to them, that invited them to come in and enjoy, that promised both a good meal and a place to enjoy their being together.
The lights along the streets reflected in the water, creating myriads of shimmering colors dancing on this fluid world. Soft breezes wafted from the “Pacific” through the “Straits of Juan De Fuca,” creating movement for the eyes to see and ears to hear: banners flapping from their poles; leaves fluttering in the trees; boats swinging at their moorings; channel markers swaying back and forth with the distant ones sounding their warning bells for the captains of boats approaching land.
The raucous cries of seagulls announced the closeness of the ocean, and the ever-present smell of marine life filled their senses, making all the shimmering colors, all the movements, all the sounds, all the smells a sensuous reality for Dawn and Meghan. Everything announce life in the big city. At that moment, as they walked along hand-in-hand, life was good. They were happy. They were contented. They had one another. They were in love. They were lovers. Yes, life was very good for them.
Dawn and Meghan turned down one of the smaller streets that was less travelled by the throngs of people who crowded the waterfront at night. They strolled. They were in no particular hurry. They came into the city for a romantic evening, one to be savored and not rushed. It was at this time they came to a small “Italian” restaurant that was so small most people walked by it without their even knowing it was there, but it called softly, almost a whispering of gracious invitation, to Dawn and Meghan. The one thing that made it noticeable and announced its humble presence was a red, white, and green awning over the doorway.
“I’m the one,” it seemed to say. “I’m the place for you two lovers tonight. Come in and taste my hospitality.”
Dawn squeezed Meghan’s hand gently as they were just about to pass by this small, unassuming restaurant as did the other people caught up in the cattle-like herd that simply followed one another from place to place, not really knowing where they were going or what, if anything, they were looking for on the waterfront. In a sense they were lost souls adrift in the night under the glare of all the neon lights. How sad.
“Meghan,” Dawn said softly, “I think this is the place for us. What do you think?”
Meghan turned her head to look at the restaurant. What she saw was nothing spectacular, not something she had in mind, but she, too, felt it beckoning to her. She didn’t know what it was, but there it was, nevertheless, as if it magically appeared before them.
She looked into Dawn’s questioning blue eyes, “I don’t know why, but, yes, I think you’re right, Love. This is the place meant for us tonight.”
Dawn and Meghan walked over to one of the windows to look inside to see if they could get a feel for it. Peering through the window, they saw small, square tables with red and white checkered tablecloths fitted on them at angles so their points draped in folds over the edges that reached below the front edge of the four chairs that were placed around them.
The room was dimly lit, but each table had an empty “Chianti” wine bottle with a burning candle in it. Wax from the candles had run down the sides and onto the bottles, giving them a very old-world look and charm. The glow from the candles radiated inviting warmth and hospitality. Only a few of the tables had people sitting at them, mostly couples who had chosen to sit by the windows as most tourists do to get the view of the waterfront.
Dawn asked, “Well? Shall we?”
Meghan shook her head, “Yes. It looks fine. The perfect place.”
Dawn opened the door and let Meghan walk by her first and then followed behind, closing the door. Because it was dark outside, both Dawn and Meghan stopped upon entering in order to let their eyes get accustomed to the dim light. By the time their eyes had adjusted, a waiter or the host himself was standing in front of them, a big smile on his face.
“Buonasera,” he said cheerfully.
“Si. Buonasera,” Dawn replied.
“Come Sta?” he asked.
“We’re both fine, grazie,” Dawn answered. “We would like a table for two, please, one that is out of the way if you don’t mind.”
The man smiled, “Ahhhhh. Si. You want privacy. To be alone. I have just the table for you two lovely ladies. Follow me, please,” he gestured with his outstretched arm as he started walking towards the back.
“Grazie,” Dawn said.
The waiter led the way, and Dawn and Meghan followed behind him, Dawn holding Meghan’s hand and leading the way. The friendly waiter took them to a table that was located in a relatively secluded, dark corner. Most of the light came from the one, lone candle that was in the centre of the table.
The waiter held out his right arm with opened hand and looked at Dawn with a questioning look in his eyes as if to ask if the table were all right.
Dawn smiled as if he knew the reason for their being there tonight and for requesting to be seated at a remote table away from other patrons.
“This will be just fine. Just what we wanted.”
The waiter cleared away two table settings, then said, “I’ll be back shortly to take your order and bring a carafe of red wine, a gift of the house for two lovely ladies.”
Dawn pulled the chair our next to the redbrick wall that melted into the shadows beyond the brighter light of the candle and offered it to Meghan, assisting in moving it into the table after she had sat down. Dawn sat on the chair next to Meghan’s instead of across from her so they could be near one another. Dawn had a reason for this for which Meghan would soon find out before their night ended.
Dawn watched the silhouette of the candle dancing on the wall. It reminded her of a sensuous belly dancer undulating and gyrating her hips to the tempo of “Greek” music. Dawn also did not miss how the candlelight brought out the reddish sheen in Meghan’s hair. It was as if flecks of gold light were streaming through it.
For the second time that evening as Dawn gazed at Meghan, she thought to herself, god she’s beautiful, and to think we met quite casually in one of the special hangouts into which lesbians come together in “Seattle” where they are free to be themselves without questioning looks from others. And when Dawn had finally gotten up the courage to go over and ask Meghan if she wanted to dance, a bit concerned about her height and that she would decline her invitation, she was pleasantly surprised when Meghan looked up into her searching blue eyes and say, “Why, yes. I’d love to dance.”
Dawn remembered how much faster her heart beat and how sweaty the palms of her hands were, so much so she wiped them onto her tight jeans before offering a hand to help Meghan up from her seat.
Meghan called Dawn back to reality by handing her one of two menus the waiter had set down before leaving to get their dinner wine. Dawn and Meghan each took a menu and opened to the inside to see what dishes were being served that night. Before opening up the menus, what caught their attention were two words on the front cover: Ristorante Amore…The Restaurant of Love.
Dawn looked up from the menu cover and gazed into Meghan’s eyes who herself was looking into Dawn’s, both smiling at one another.
“Quite appropriate name. Don’t you think?” Dawn asked.
“Yes. And what a coincidence,” Meghan answered. “Or, is it?”
Dawn and Meghan gave one another a knowing look, saying all they had to say with their eyes locked together in the ongoing desire they felt from their lovemaking earlier that day. Knowing words were not necessary, they turned their attention to find out what they wanted to eat before the waiter came back.
As it turned out, Dawn and Meghan ended up ordering one of the restaurant’s specials: “Dinner for Two.”
It consisted of homemade Minestrone soup; warm, fresh baked “Italian” bread with real butter; a house salad with balsamic vinegar and extra virgin olive oil; vegetarian lasagna; and a choice of desserts, one being fresh fruit and another being various kinds of aged cheeses with crackers and apple slices.
When the waiter returned to their table with the chilled carafe of red wine, he asked if they were ready to order or if they needed a little more time.
“No, thank you. We are ready to order now,” Dawn told the waiter. “We would like to have the ‘Dinner for Two,’ please.”
“Very good choice, Signorina. Very popular with couples, especially couples in love.”
And there was no mistaking Dawn and Meghan were very much in love, leaving them to wonder if it were that obvious. But even if it were, they didn’t care. The whole world could know. What really mattered was how much in love they were with one another. That was the most important thing in their relationship.
Dawn and Meghan raised their glasses for a toast, clinging them together musically, and Dawn said, “To us, Love.”
Meghan replied smiling, “Yes, to us.”
So the evening started off very well, and they sat their quietly, sipping their wine and talking about many things: things they had done, things they would like to do, places they would like to visit.
And so, that is the way their evening went all during their dinner that they found to be very delicious. Little did Dawn and Meghan know when they had decided to come into this restaurant they used nothing but organic foods and homemade pastas and breads. It was a real find.
Dawn and Meghan agreed it must have been fate. Besides, it was just the kind of quiet, secluded restaurant they had hoped to find but weren’t sure they would.
Months ago before this evening Meghan had shared with Dawn one of her sexual fantasies. She wondered what it would be like to make love in public and what excitement it might bring to their making love, knowing others might see what they were doing.
Dawn had decided before they left their apartment that this was going to be the night she made Meghan’s erotic fantasy come true, and now this restaurant of love was going to be the perfect place in which to make it happen.
So by the time they had finished their delicious main meal, the waiter came and cleared the table, telling them he would bring them their desserts.
“Is there anything else I could bring you?” he asked.
“Well, you wouldn’t happen to have any herbal teas? Would you?” asked Dawn.
“Si! We have many kinds of herbal teas. One is our own special blend we call ‘Tea Amore,’ the Tea of Love, after the name of the restaurant,” he smiled proudly.
Dawn and Meghan gave one another that knowing look that didn’t go unnoticed by the waiter.
“Then by all means, we shall have a pot of your ‘Tea Amore.’ It will be the perfect way to end a perfect meal.”
Agreeing, he turned on his heels and was off, and before they knew it, he was back with their pot of tea with two cups and saucers that he set down near the burning candle. Without a word then the waiter quietly left them alone.
As having read her mind, Meghan turned to Dawn, raised her head up to her ear, and in a half-whisper asked, “Dawn, do you remember my fantasy about making love in public about which I had shared with you a while back?”
“Do I ever!” Dawn answered, grinning wickedly. “It got me so hot and wet just thinking about it.”
Meghan smiled and said, “Well, I was thinking we might get a chance to fulfill that fantasy of mine this evening. Not many people. We’re in this secluded, dark corner. And….”
“And what, Meghan?” Dawn asked teasingly.
“And I’m not wearing any panties,” Meghan answered coyly.
Dawn looked deeply into Meghan’s eyes and saw that spark of passion she knew all too well by now and had heard the mounting excitement in Meghan’s voice. She knew that, too. Dawn took Meghan’s right hand into the palm of hers and looked at it. She closed her fingers around Meghan’s hand and softly caressed the back of Meghan’s fingers with her thumb.
“Well, you know what I told you about helping you fulfill your fantasy?”
“Uh. Hun,” Megan voiced her reply.
Dawn raised Meghan’s hand to her wet lips and kissed the back of it, and then stuck out her tongue and drew a wet trail towards her fingers. She lifted Meghan’s fingers upward and kissed the tips of them, one by one, but went back to her middle finger, licked it, and took it into her mouth and sucked on it.
Shivers of sensual excitement went through Meghan’s body, and as if there were a direct connection from her finger to her pussy, Meghan began to become very wet quickly just from the anticipation of knowing she was about to have her fantasy become a reality as well as from the lingual attention Dawn was giving her hand and fingers.
Meghan looked at Dawn through passion-slit eyes as she felt her remove her hand and slowly let her arm slide underneath the table, placing it on Meghan’s lap and rubbing her fingers lightly on her pussy through the loose-fitting dress she was wearing that permitted alot of movement for Dawn.
Dawn’s every movement increased Meghan’s rising erotic excitement because they were doing something very sexual in a public place that added to the excitement. The one thing worrying Meghan was the fact she was so vocal when she was enjoying any sexual activity, especially when she had her orgasms. Meghan didn’t want to cry out her sexual release in the restaurant, so she told herself she would keep herself under control, crossing fingers as she thought that.
But having Dawn sitting beside her and already playing with her pussy outside her dress to help make her fantasy come true was almost too much to expect of herself.
Oh, well, Meghan thought, she was going through with it whatever happened. She had fantasized about doing this for so long.
Dawn looked down lovingly into Meghan’s eyes, wanting to make eye contact so she could see how she was doing. Meghan knew already what she was going to do. She was going to masturbate in public. Like Dawn then, Meghan slowly slid her right hand down from the table, got it underneath the table cloth, and placed it on the top of her thigh that she, too, felt through the soft, silk-like fabric of her green dress until her fingertips came to the hem. Meghan placed her hand underneath her dress and very slowly slid it along the inside of her right thigh, bunching the material as she trailed her fingertips towards her pussy.
When Meghan’s hand touched the “V” of her womanhood, she felt her soft bush of fluffy, red pussy hair that covred her entire mound, but at the same time, let her pussy lips and clit visible as is true of most redheads. Meghan gave Dawn a look that told her she was there.
Dawn reached down and spread Meghan’s legs so she could easily get her fingers inside her vagina, bringing her knee against Meghan’s leg. The touch of both her pussy and Dawn’s leg was electrifying, and this made Meghan circle her fingers around her creamy vagina in order to make them even wetter. Then she slid her fingers to the bottom of her pussy lips and slid a slow line between them up to her clitoris. Once near her clit, Meghan gently circled it with her first two fingers, but before starting back down, she imperceptibly ran her fingers over the sensitive tip, sending waves of erotic pleasure to ebb and flood throughout her body but centering in her pussy.
Meghan traced her fingers back down to her vagina that was now even more wet than just a few seconds ago, just before she paid digital attention to her clitoris. When her fingers were poised just outside her vagina that had opened a little more than it had been, she nudged Dawn’s leg with her knee to let her know she was going to put her fingers inside her pussy. She wanted Dawn to be able to see in her mind what she was doing with her hand, thereby allowing her to anticipate what she would offer her in just a few minutes.
With deliberate ease Meghan slid her first two fingers past her vaginal opening and easily sunk them all the way to the point where fingers end and the hand meet. She then rotated them all around inside her vaginal sheath, collecting as much pussy cream as she could.
Oh, god, that feels so good, Meghan thought. I never get tired of feeling my own, steaming, wet pussy and making myself cum. Ooooooooo. Feels sooo fucking good.
After having fucked her fingers deeply inside her pussy, collecting a good amount of pussy cream on them, she brought them out of her pussy, being careful not to wipe them on her dress so as not to lose any nor soil her dress that would show the whitish tell-tale signs of what she had been doing.
Meghan brought her pussy, cream-covered fingers out from underneath the table and offered them to Dawn. They were completely hidden in their own little corner against the back wall with the dim light from the candle and no others around them.
Dawn smelled Meghan’s womanly scent on her fingers. She also saw her fresh pussy cream glistening in the candlelight, and it excited her so very much. Dawn took Meghan’s hand at the wrist and brought her fingers to her mouth. She open her mouth, and, without a word spoken between them, took Meghan’s cum-covered fingers into her mouth and sucked on them one by one. The taste of Meghan’s cum on her senses acted like an aphrodisiac, causing her sexual passion to build, and the wet spot darkened the crotch of Dawn’s panties even more than they had been. While sucking, Dawn ran her tongue all around and between Meghan’s fingers, not wanting to miss any of her delicious pussy cream.
Dawn whispered softly to Meghan, “Now, this is a dessert worth waiting for. Mmmmm. You taste so good. May I have seconds as you had promised?”
Meghan smiled at Dawn, whispering with a blush on her cheeks, “As if I could deny you anything, Love.”
So, true to her promise, Meghan took her fingers out of Dawn’s mouth and returned them to her pussy where she shoved them inside all the way; although, now she added a third finger, intending, before this was over, to have her whole hand covered with her pussy cream for Dawn to suck clean. Of course, she wanted to taste herself, too.
Meghan began to finger fuck herself in earnest now, and as she did so, not only did she cover them with more pussy cream, but her level of sexual tension was rising rapidly. She didn’t know how much of this she could take before she would have to cum and find sexual release for her overly stimulated pussy.
When Meghan brought her cum-soaked fingers up the second time, they were almost dripping with her love juices, and once more she put them instantly into Dawn’s mouth so as not to lose a drop of her elixir-of-love to which Dawn made love by sucking and licking them clean of all her cream.
By the third time Meghan had her hand under the table, she had managed to get four of her fingers inside her ever-expanding vagina, and then, folding back her right thumb and placing it into her palm, she actually was fucking her pussy with her entire hand. And as she hand-fucked herself, all she could think about was how exciting and pleasurable this really was and what a turn-on it was to be fingering her pussy in a public restaurant so brazenly.
Dawn looked over at Meghan and saw her eyes glazing over which she knew to be a sign she was close to cumming or that she needed to cum, but at that very moment, the waiter came to their table and stood right opposite Meghan.
The waiter, half-embarrassed and understanding what he thought he knew as well as what he could smell…sex…cleared his throat, “May I get you anything else?” he asked somewhat foolishly.
Meghan looked up at the waiter, trying to act as non-chalantly as she could under the circustances. Dawn, of course, was sitting right next to her with the smell of pussy on her fingers and mouth. To top it off, Meghan’s dress was hiked up around her waist by now, and her cream-covered fingers were deep inside her very wet pussy.
Now it was Dawn’s turn to clear her throat and attempt to regain her composure so she didn’t sound like some idiot run amuck. “Ah, hmmmm. No, Grazie. We are doing just fine here. Enjoying our dessert and tea.”
The waiter gave Dawn a knowing look as if to communicate something without talking, but could not. He just said, “Very good, Signorina. I’ll leave you two to enjoy yourselves. We’re not crowded tonight as you can see, so take all the time you want.”
And having said that, he politely turned and walked away.
That short period of time gave Meghan a chance to clear her head somewhat and to cool down just a bit, but she was still on a sexual high, and she was still so close to cumming. After all, there she was, the waiter standing just a few feet away from her, and she with her hand shoved up inside her dripping pussy. That, too, added to her excitement. Shivers of excitement ran up Meghan’s back, and she squeezed her thighs together, capturing her hand between them until both she and Dawn heard the squishing of the creamy wetness between her pussy lips.
Meghan released the tension of her thighs and withdrew her sopping hand once more and brought it up above the table, offering it to Dawn. Dawn greedily brought Meghan’s hand to her mouth and put most of it inside, licking and sucking the juicy pussy cream off her fingers, even running her wet tongue between Meghan’s fingers.
“Hey, greedy!” Meghan whispered teasingly. “Save some for me. Remember? We were to share.”
Smiling, Dawn nodded her head and offered Meghan her own hand that was still covered with plenty of her pussy cream. Meghan brought her hand to her hungry mouth and began to lick her fingers clean, she, too, sliding her tongue between them as Dawn had done.
Ooooo, Meghan thought to herself as she tasted her own womanly musk, that does taste good. No wonder Dawn loves to go down on me, kneeling between my splayed legs with her face pressed against my hairy pussy and eating me out. Of course, I love eating Dawn’s pussy, too, and I love the way she tastes…that salty but sweet taste.
“I’m getting so turned on by this, Dawn,” Meghan said. “I originally didn’t think about going this far. I was just going to stick my fingers inside my pussy and have you put them into your mouth and lick them clean. But now…now….”
Dawn moved her chair closer to Meghan’s and put her hand underneath the table and found Meghan’s exposed thigh. The red and white-checkered table cloths hung so low they made it impossible for anyone to see what was going on, especially in the dim candle light.
Knowing this, Dawn was going to help her lover Meghan have the orgasm she wanted and needed. Dawn slid her hand slowly up the inside of Meghan’s thighs, letting her fingertips slide softly against her bare skin. While doing this, Dawn titlted her head slightly towards Meghan and whispered, “Sit back, slide down to the edge of your chair, and spread your legs. I’ll help get you off, Love.”
Oh, damn, went off in Meghan’s mind when she heard what Dawn said she was going to do. Never did she dream anything like this would happen. It was far and away beyond her fantasy. But she was extremely excited, and since she was so near to orgasm, she knew it wouldn’t take long once Dawn touched her. So Meghan slid her ass down to the edge of her chair and spread her legs. She then leaned back against the redbrick wall behind her.
When Dawn saw Meghan was close to cumming, she brought her hand all the way up Meghan’s thigh and put it directly onto her very wet pussy. Dawn felt Meghan’s pubic hairs brush against her skin. She loved a full bush. A woman’s hair-covered “V” was a real turn-on for her. Dawn felt the creaminess of Meghan’s vagina she had smeared all over her pussy when she was finger-fucking herself. Dawn turned her hand, cupping Meghan’s pussy with the palm so her fingers were facing downwards. There was a momentary pause onto which Meghan held what seemed like an eternity, holding her breath in anticipation of what was to come. With one, smooth motion Dawn gently sunk three of her fingers completely inside Meghan’s well-lubricated, cream-filled pussy, past her cervix, and to the back wall of her vagina.
Oh, yesssssssss. Meghan feels so good, Dawn cried out within her inner self. So very good. And so hot. Thus, forming the image of her hand inside Meghan’s pussy, Dawn began to move in and out of her vaginal sheath, slowly increasing her tempo as both she and Meghan rode out the storm of pure sexual power and ecstasy. Meghan was now so close to her orgasm, waiting for the vortex of feminine power from within to carry her over the edge into the throes of ecstatic joy of love and making love. Dawn was filled with the joy of helping her lover bring pleasure to herself.
“Unnnggghhhhh,” Meghan moaned as softly as she could as her orgasm slowly built inside, beginning from the very core of her aroused body and working its way up to her over-stimulated clitoris.
Meghan was close. Very close. It wouldn’t take much to help Meghan cum. Dawn slid her fingers out of Meghan’s pussy and brought them up between her engorged, slick pussy lips right to her clit. Dawn immediately circled Meghan’s clit with her cum-covered fingers, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through her. Nearer. It was much nearer. Dawn brouht the pads of her fingers directly onto Meghan’s clit and gently rubbed her sensitive love-pearl back and forth with a soft, rapid motion.
Meghan was now falling over the edge. Her pussy erupted into thousands and thousands of tiny, erotic pulses of sexual energy as her orgasms hit her one after the other. Meghan was multi-orgasmic as well as a squirter. Yet Meghan knew she couldn’t cry out. Not in public, and so with much effort, Meghan SCREAMED inside her mind while her orgasms hit her in waves, one right after the other.
“Oh, damn! I’m cumming, Dawn! I’m cummmiinngg! This is so fucking fantastic,” she hissed through her taught lips.
When a powerful orgasm hit her, Meghan snapped her thighs together, capturing Dawn’s hand between her legs as she rode out the ongoing eruptions of her orgasms. Meghan’s orgasms were coming so quickly now she felt as if she could never stop so intense was the overwhelming feeling. Then without being able to stop, Meghan’s pussy squirted a gusher of her love juice all over Dawn’s hand and onto the floor beneath the table.
Dawn just held her hand between Meghan’s legs, massaging her pussy whenever she could and trying to control the outpouring of Meghan’s love juices as much as possible since she, too, was caught up in Meghan’s orgasmic delirium.
That was one thing about their relationship. They didn’t keep score. They were happy to give as well as to receive, but, of course, giving-and receiving at the same time was always the best. And many times Dawn and Meghan experienced mutual orgasms. Dawn’s and Meghan’s was a giving and unselfish love relationship, one never putting herself or her needs above that of the other.
However, Dawn had become so hot and excited herself throughout all their sexual play that she had been squeezing her thighs together as her pussy dripped wetly, and she rocked gently back and forth in her chair until she, too, could not hold back. On one of Meghan’s last orgasms, Dawn’s pussy exploded, and she came simultaneously with Meghan, drenching her panties and pants with her pussy cream.
In time Meghan came down slowly from her erotic high, allowing Dawn to regain control of her own sexual impulses. Looking at one another, they could see each was still breathing hard, and both Meghan and Dawn felt their hearts still pounding in their chests and temples, so loudly they thought surely anyone and everyone in the restaurant could hear it. Their mouths were also very dry.
Megan relaxed her legs, spreading them enough so Dawn could remove her hand. Once freed Dawn brought her hand up from the table and began licking it clean of Meghan’s climactic love juice cocktail.
Mmmmm. It is both delicious and juicy just the way I like it, thought Dawn. Not to be selfish, Dawn offered her hand to Meghan so she, too, might taste her own orgasmic potion, and together they licked Dawn’s hand clean.
“Oh, Dawn, that was absolutely fantastic. I came and came so hard. You’ve helped to make my fantasy come true more than I ever dreamed or hoped for. Thank you, my love and my lover,” Meghan sighed from the depths of her heart.
In gratitude Meghan leaned over and kissed Dawn passionately, and Dawn returned Meghan’s kiss, sticking her tongue inside Meghan’s mouth to share her taste in their kiss.
Once they both had regained their composure, Meghan and Dawn went to the Ladies Room to freshen up after this most special lovemaking. Dawn left first, and by the time Meghan returned she had already taken care of the bill.
Now they were ready to go back into the lighted streets of “Seattle.” There next stop was to be “The Needle” where they could get a panoramic view of the city from on high.
As they were ready to leave, the waiter came to the door and graciously opened it for them, pausing with a slight bow.
“Pretty Ladies, I do hope you enjoyed yourselves,” said the waiter, putting a little more emphasis on the word “enjoyed” than seemed called for as if he knew what they had done. But Dawn and Meghan were caught up in the euphoria of their lovemaking and too happy to care.
“Have a nice evening,” he added.
“Grazie. Mille grazie,” Dawn replied.
“Prego,” answered the waiter. “Ciao.”
“Arrivederci,” Dawn said as she took Meghan’s hand into hers, locking their fingers together. “Oh, and by-the-way, unfortunately we spilled some water underneath the table. I thought you should know,” Dawn said with a straight face.
Meghan, on the other hand, held back a smile.
Opening the door for Meghan, the two left the “Ristorante Amore,” knowing they would be back some day. It would be most likely soon…to enjoy another “Dinner for Two.”
For now, this was a night neither Meghan nor Dawn would ever forget. The night Meghan had her fantasy fulfilled.