My Rules

A dimly lit table was waiting for us
A red velvet table cloth drapes a few feet off the edge
A corner booth with red plush velvet couch-like area
It was not smokey, although it should be.
We sit down, her to my right, facing the patrons
in observance.
A couple facing each other seemingly on a first date
Holding hands, laughing.
An older couple who are more fascinated by their food
than each other
A married couple that can’t seem to look at each other in the eye.
They would do better if they were honest.
Our two glasses of Pinot Noir arrives that we ordered.
We tip our glasses to each other looking in each others eyes
And as we sip, my free hand dives under the tablecloth
Around your left thigh to feel the heat between your legs
I can feel your pussy
It is damp to the touch
My two fingers spread the lips, while the middle one
Lightly graces the clit
And then slides down between your folds
Full depth
I look in your eyes and say:
“I am not a pimp and you are not a whore.
So lets not bullshit each other.
We like each other. I like fucking you.
I like you as you are.
But I don’t want to date you and I don’t want you to be my girlfriend.
So I am not here to control you or tell you what to do.”
My thick fingers continue sliding in and out of your pussy.
You reach beneath and reciprocate by grabbing my hard bulge.
Your eye lids are at half mast trying your best to pay attention with intent.
You continue to unzip my pants and pull out my cock to stroke it.
I continue my diatribe:
“I don’t care what or who you do on your own time.
I may ask from here and there, not because I am jealous.
Because it turns me on.
When you are with me, however,
You are mine and I expect you to honor that much.
As I will treat you as my queen in each moment you sit beside me.”
Your strokes make it difficult for me to think entirely logical.
My cock is very hard in your deft hands, you know exactly how I like it.
As I continue to finger you, your soft moans let me know
You are in agreement.
I regroup my thoughts and continue:
“So once in a while, I will call for you and...if you are not busy
I may take you out, to a place like this
or ask you to come over my place.
As I said, I like fucking you. You have a sweet pussy.
And I also like getting to know you.
You are fascinating.
But I am afraid if we date, one of us will get bored with each other.
Cause we are not built that way. To date. To commit to a single thing.
If we do commit, then we will suddenly desire something else.
And maybe doing it this way, we find ourselves more interested in each other.
It's that option that is always open. The freedom to have it whenever you want.
And knowing its not yours to keep.
So I like to keep it part mystery
Part fascination. Because you are my muse.
So you come over. We fuck. We talk. Not always in that order.
Listen to each others stories.
Kiss and reminisce. Until the day we are filled with that same longing.”
I finger you more vigorously as my cock thickens in your hands
I reach over and grab your wine glass.
You continue to stroke my cock in length
I take a sip of wine.
And your pussy tightens around my fingers
Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible
In our public tryst
I feel myself ready to spill
I lean in and nuzzle in your neck
And bite your smooth milky flesh
As I lower the wine glass
Feeling myself ready to explode
So I cum into the burgundy colored elixir
As air quietly escapes me
Feeling every nerve ending dancing
Pushing myself deep in your cunt
The drips coat start to coat my fingers
Hearing your repressed moans.
We both sigh for a moment.
Lean back. Take in the sights again.
I place the wine glass on the table.
She picks it up and looks me in the eye
And proceeds to drink the rest of it.
The married couple had left already.
Plates barely eaten. We still have yet to order.
The main dish has yet to happen.
You give me a nice kiss on the lips.
Tell me you need to go to the ladies room.
You get up and proceed to walk that sweet walk that you do.
Halfway between, you turn your head
And swing your hair around giving me a sexy smile