My name is Angie Blue and once every month or so, I would treat myself to a good dinner out at my favorite Italian restaurant. It was an event for me and I dressed to celebrate the occasion. This time I decide to wear my favorite black sweater that hugged my body like a second skin and black pencil skirt that reached to mid cafÃ©. Of course I work the standard but soo necessary five heeled come fuck me black pumps. I arrived just at a stylish 8: OO and was escorted to my table...
I saw her come into the restaurant and like every other hot blooded man in the place I stared at the angel as she was escorted to her table. Sitting not far from my table I was able to look her over slowly with appreciative eyes. She was a natural blond headed Angel with shoulder length curly hair, curvaceous shape that was generous to the eye and would be very pleasing to the touch. Dressed in a soft black V neck sweater that was making love to her bounty full chest with black the pencil skirt she was wearing following suit. When she looked up at the waiter to place her order, her baby doll face with the large slant clear blue eyes, full red lips and dimpled cheek made my cock moan.
She was brought glass wine, a lite appetizer of steamed calamari and Italian bread with season oil for dipping. To say that I spent the whole time watching her eat is to say that I spent the whole time watching the woman make love.
As she waited for her food to arrive I watched as she looked around the rest restaurant shyly at the other customer than she glanced my way. The Angel and I locked eye and I found myself wanting to drown in her baby blues. She blushed at my frank open admiring stare which did nothing to make me stop wanting her. I watched as she eat her calamari with a delicacy that was sensual to watch as she savored ever bite. Then when she licked her lips to tastes get the last tastes of the spice and herbs of the bread that she had dipped I found myself doing the same thing. I saw her look at me with those eyes of hers and she smiled. I smiled back as the glow of the candle dance off her creamy lightly tanned skin. A plate of Chicken Alfredo with pasta was finally brought out to her and that is when the show truly began. She bend her sweet head over her meal and said a pray that I was sure that God heard. Then she looked at her plate and eating in what turn out to be one of the sensual things that I had ever seen. Swirling her fork around in the noodles in the thick creamy rich white sauce she speared a piece of chicken and slowly lift it and the fork wrapped noodle toward her mouth. I looked into her eyes as she put the food in her mouth I watched as the favors from the food hit her taste bud and she moaned and closed her eyes as her mouth went into the shape of a perfect O. She then licked her lips as to not missing a morsel or drop of the white sauce and accompanied vegetable. When she put her fingers in her mouth to lick off the creamy butter goodness of the sauce, she sucked each finger and her thumb slowly savoring the taste with her eyes close and look of total sensual pleasure on her face. At this point I had down a bottle of wine by myself and my food sat in front of me forgotten I was so into watching this woman eat. It was such a sexual turn on, my dick was so hard that I could not get up if I wanted to without it being made public knowledge that I had a hard on. As I glanced briefly around the room I was sure that I wasn't the only one in that state. By now she was cleaning her plate and she went to put the last fork full into exquisite mouth some of the sauce fell on to her breast and splatter a light spray of cum... or so I thought as I was looking at it. I wanted to get and go over and lick it off her and then fuck her right there at her table, but what she did next just .... She looked up and looked around to see if anyone was looking at her AND WE WERE she scooped the sauce off her round firm creamy tan breasts and stuck in her mouth licking each finger clean. I heard cursing going on behind me and some poor guy sounded like he was moaning in despairs. I wanted to join him but I was right in her line of sight. Thinking that she was finish and would just drink her after dinner coffee and be done with it, she had dessert brought out something that looked like Cherries jubilee. The waiter made a big deal over presenting to her, I guess so he could have more time to look at her amazing tits. I, we watched as she slowly seductively consumed her dessert. Each morsel that went into her lovely mouth was escorted by our eyes and they stayed there watching her enjoy it until the next fork full. When she had finished there was one cherry let with a stem which she picked up and looking me straight in the eyes slowly suck it between her lips stem and all. She chewed a few times opened her mouth and pushed out the stem twisted into a knot. The Angel left it on her empty dessert plated, picked up her things and walked slowly elegantly out of the restaurant seemly unaware of the release of sexual tension she left behind. I have never been so glad that I wore a suit jacket in my life.
ps... Thanks to BlueEyes for giving me the ideal for this story...