AAG is having a contest for some great Babelad Swag, and I want to win. Boy, do I want to win. I completed my entry and am also positing it here for your delight. If by chance, I get to be one of the people in the running for it, vote for me. It's entirely up to her on what entries get whittled down to the finalists; but I did want to share with you if I don't get chosen. I'm thinking of completing the tale just to have it finished. Within the restraints of the rules, the entry had to be under 500 words and this is what I came up with. Enjoy! Let me know what you think.
Dinner was set to be a mundane gathering with friends where we sat in the same booth, at the same dive as always on Wednesday nights. I begged my love to stay home.
“The same stories every week? Unbearable! Let’s just stay in.” I pleaded.
“We promised, Nae. Besides, I guarantee tonight will be better,” Oliver said, accentuating this with gentle caressing of my ass. I sighed with apprehension and finally agreed after more of his seductive prodding.
After arriving at the restaurant, I moved to get out of the car; but Oliver closed his fingers across my arm and pulled me in for an erotic kiss. Without notice, I felt a box on my lap. Oliver who was only a breath away from my lips, whispered, “I guaranteed a better evening,” and then he gently sucked my lips.
Within I found a pink, S-shaped vibrator buried beneath a layer of the softest, blackest material; and not wasting a beat, Oliver picked it up and turned it on. Instantly, I saw primal longing in his eyes and the restrained power in his forearms as he dragged it across the inside of my elbow. In synch with the toy, Oliver caressed my throat with his tongue. “The Delight,” he grumbled into my sensitive skin, “a small token expressing my desire for you.”
“Then let’s skip dinner,” I murmured into his ear with coaxing sweetness. In automatic response, he moved closer.
“No. We promised.” Oliver moved the Delight down my arms, across my fingers and onto my thighs. I could feel the teasing purr of its skin through my skirt’s fabric, which seemed to only magnify the vibrations. I felt like Oliver, the Delight, and my clothes were trying to penetrate and satiate me. I wanted no boring dinner to impede my ultimate satisfaction.
I moaned with no reservations, and Oliver responded with his own that indicated that he mastered this moment and would be taking me immediately. But with a few more vocal ministrations, I knew I could persuade him to miss dinner in favor for tasting, exploring, and fucking me. Friends and clothes would soon be forgotten.
“Don’t you think we could make better use of our time? Forget dinner. Let’s try this out,” I said stroking Oliver’s thigh enticingly. “I don’t think I can wait a couple of hours.”
Oliver kissed me again. His warm tongue invaded my mouth, eliciting more moans and wetness between my legs. My pussy cried in envy for his tongue between its lips. “Naomi, you won’t. I’m going to fuck you with it during dinner tonight.”
The beginnings of an orgasm rumbled through me; and Oliver pulled me into another kiss that taunted me and stole my breath. I had no time to think as the Delight moved from the tops of my thighs to between them. He stroked my pulsating clit through my soaked panties; and before I could completely surrender to the petting, Oliver stopped.
“Let’s go in. Our friends are waiting.”