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Subject: {ASSM} "To See or Not To See" (M/F) By Van Joons
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"To See Or Not To See"
By Van Joons
Julie had made reservations at their favorite Italian bistro, a place
called Il Boccio. And she had made sure they were seated at a table in the
outside courtyard. She wanted their celebration of his promotion to Vice
President of Arrow Electronics to be perfect, just the way it was when they
dined there ten years before.
"Here's to your most recent success, Mr. VP," she said, raising her
glass of wine.
"Let it be a toast to our success, sweetheart. We're partners, you
know. I could never have come this far without you. You've been the
perfect mother for our kids and the ideal wife for me. You've made our
family everything I'd ever hoped it would be. And you've never once
complained about all my business trips out of town. How could I ask for
anything more?"
They sipped the wine and traded a romantic smile as the waiter delivered
twin servings of linguini with white clam sauce, crusty Italian bread and
tossed green salad with blue cheese dressing. This was precisely what
they'd ordered when they first came to Il Boccio--the day Adam began his
career at Arrow.
Julie remembered romantic experiences, savoring them. "Do you recall
how we celebrated the day you were hired at Arrow?"
He paused a second. "Oh, now I get it. That's why you suggested this
restaurant and that we order linguini with clam sauce. We came here that
night, didn't we? And that's what we had, right?"
"Ten years ago. Adam you amaze me. I didn't think you'd remember."
"That's not all I recall, Julie. Remember how we made love that night?"
"Yes, definitely. Outside on the patio after we got home. We were so
loud I thought we were going to wake up the Madison's next door." She
laughed quietly, winking at him.
"I'll never forget how you turned me on during our dinner here."
"God, ten years ago. We were a little wilder in those days, weren't
we?"
"You were wearing a really low cut blouse, kind of a see-through thing,
am I right? And that full black skirt. You wore thigh-high black
stockings. And no panties."
"Down, big fella. I don't want you to get too excited. Eat your
linguini. I have plans for dessert at home. It's something you've always
wanted."
"Dessert can wait. Julie, just for the hell of it, would you do it
again, just for old times sake? You know, do now what you did in here
then?"He refilled her glass with wine.
"You can't be serious, Adam. I mean that was ten years ago. We were a
quite a bit more adventurous back then, wouldn't you agree?"
"Please, baby. For me? Would you?"
"Well, this table is in the right place for it. The wall is right
behind us. But we're sitting in the wrong chairs. You're not serious, are
you?"
"Come on, please," he pleaded. "I'll go to the bathroom and while I'm
in there you can switch chairs with me so you're facing me and the
courtyard wall behind me. No one will notice us. You can do it just the
way you did before."
She hadn't expected this but she didn't want to disappoint Adam on this
special night. "Well, it wasn't exactly what I had in mind during dinner,
but by coincidence, I have no bra and panties on tonight, just like then."
"Julie, you are such an exciting woman. I want you to kiss me now."
She leaned over the table and their lips came together. His tongue slid
into her mouth. She closed her lips around it for a few seconds, gently
sucking it.
She could see the excitement twinkling in Adam's eyes.
"Ok, Mr. VP, isn't it time for you to go to the bathroom?"
When he returned to the table, she had switched chairs to face Adam and
the wall behind him.
He sat down and smiled, enjoying the anticipation.
She wrapped some linguini around her fork, lowering her eyelids. "If I
remember right, the way we got into this before was you got me all excited
talking sort of nasty to me. Remember?"
"I was telling you how much I love your breasts. You had that
seethrough blouse on and I couldn't keep my eyes off your nipples. They're
like little roses crowning your breasts. They were so erect that night."
"And when you talk to me like that, I can feel them getting hard now."
I'm going to try to unbutton most of it so you can see my breasts. I think
I can do it so nobody notices."
"Oh, sweetie. Yes."
"Eat some of your pasta while I do it, so we'll look like any other
couple if somebody looks over this way."
He took a bite of bread and forked some salad into his mouth as he
watched. Her eyes were locked onto his, as she slowly unbuttoned her crisp
white shirt top with her long slim fingers.
All of a sudden the waiter approached their table. "Can I bring you
anything more?" Julie pulled her shirt closed almost instantaneously,
holding it together by the top buttons.
Adam answered, "Perhaps a bit more wine, another bottle of the same."
"Very good, sir." He left their table with a flourish.
Adam assured her. "He didn't notice you were unbuttoning your shirt,
baby. Not at all. Please, let the show go on."
Julie picked up the light sweater she had on when they arrived and
pulled it around her shoulders, giving her more visual protection from
people at the tables behind them.
Adam's eyes widened as she raised her arms, as if she were stretching or
yawning. She opened the shirt so he could see her breasts. They were her
proudest assets, a perfect pair of 36-inch beauties, round and full and
firm.
Adam was mesmerized. "God, look at those nipples, sweetheart. Look how
they're standing up for me. God, I want to have them in my mouth."
"You know how I love you to kiss them, Adam."
She pulled her sweater around her shoulders, covering up without
buttoning her shirt. "Do you think anybody noticed that?"
"Not a chance. But I saw them. It's so exciting for you to offer them
to me in public like this."
"They're all yours, sweetheart." She quickly flashed her shirt open
again. "And you know what else is all yours, don't you."
She edged her chair slightly out to the side of the table and spread her
legs a little.
"Show me, sweetie. Show me."
"Have a little more to eat. We don't want to draw attention to
ourselves."
She slowly moved her hand beneath the table and pulled up her skirt.
Adam moved his chair aside for a better view. Her long tanned,
well-exercised legs looked as sexy to him now as the day they were married.
She moved her pelvis slightly forward. He could see the soft mound of dark
pubic hair. She continued the tease by tracing her fingers around the lips
of her pussy.
"Julie, if you knew how hard I am right now, you'd want to take me to
the ladies room. You're wet, baby!"
"I've been wet since you brought all this up. Look at it. Watch my
fingers."
She plunged one finger inside her glistening vagina and inhaled sharply.
"Umm..." Then she withdrew it and reached across the table. "Here, have a
taste, Adam." He licked the juices from her outstretched finger.
"That is the taste that drives me mad, turns me into an animal. Your
animal wants you, Julie."
"That's what turns me on." She was using two fingers now, her arm moving
up and down, in and out of herself fast enough to attract attention from
some diners at a table a few feet away. But she didn't care now.
"Adam, I think you need something more than just a taste. I think you
need some solid food."
She took a bread stick from the table and put it in her mouth, pulling
it in and out, licking it with her tongue. Then she put it under the table
and pushed it into her open pussy. The bread stick was about seven inches
long. She moaned quietly as it sank into her. Then she withdrew it and
offered it to Adam across the table.
His eyes were as wide as the bread plates. He licked the bread stick
and then ate it.
As he was swallowing the bread stick, Adam noticed the waiter
approaching with the bottle of wine he'd ordered.
"Julie! The waiter's coming!"
She closed her legs and pulled the sweater around her shoulders again.
"Here you are, sir. Mouton Chateau, 1995. Very good choice." He topped
off their glasses and said, "If there's anything more I can get you, ..."
Adam cut him off. "No, that's all for now. Thank you."
Julie didn't need Adam to encourage her now. She was becoming
increasingly more aroused. "Is the coast clear?"
"Yeh, all clear. Do it for me again."
She opened her legs and Adam's hungry eyes focused on her oozing
womanhood. He watched her re-insert both fingers. The lips of her vagina
were puffed and swollen. She moved her fingers in and out for him.
"Julie, baby. I don't know if I can stand much more of this." He
couldn't resist moving his hand to his lap, massaging the erection that
strained to be released.
Julie whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"
"No, no, don't stop. Nobody's even looking this way now. Oh, if I
could only lick it, make love to it with my tongue. Julie, touch your
clitty for me."
As he said this, Adam felt an electric signal from his brain to his
penis. It tingled, and he could feel it move with his increasing heart
beat. He needed to have it deep inside Julie's pussy.
"Julie, I can smell your perfume. You know how that makes me crazy.
Oh, God, it smells like ginger and seaspray and pepper and exotic oils.
When I smell it I can hardly control myself. You know what your smell does
to me, Julie."
"I know. Ummm, oh, yes..... " Her fingers brushed across her extended
clitoris. It was erect, protruding from underneath its hood, it looked
like a tiny penis.
"Adam, I don't want to stop. But I don't want to cum here. But
oh,,..baby, I ...."
She forced herself to close her legs and return her arms to the table.
"Look, I have an idea. I want you to follow me to the ladies room. It
has a lock. I need you now. I want your tongue in me. I can't stand it
any more. Oh, Adam I know we didn't do this before but it's different this
time. I need it, baby, can't you see?"
Adam said, "Let's go."
Julie opened the unoccupied women's rest room and led Adam in by the
hand. She locked the door and wrapped herself in his arms, opening her
mouth as wide as she possibly could to his tongue. As their mouths became
one, her hands unzipped his pants. She took them down and pulled his
shorts away from his long, hard cock. Its head was shaped like a mushroom,
dark purple, wide and thick, like the long shaft it crowned. She dropped
to her knees and took it in her mouth, sucking so hungrily. As she moved
her mouth up and down on it she moaned little animal sounds. "Umm
ahahuua... ummph."
As he moved his shaft in and out of her mouth, Julie cupped his tight
testicles in her hand, playing with them. He was ready.
She ran her tongue around his cockhead, alternatively sucking and
licking. Adam's pelvis thrust forward uncontrollably, pushing it deeper
into her throat.
"Oh, baby, baby, I'm coming,. coming now...oooh, aaahaaa...oh, fuck -."
He shuddered, muscles all over his body contracting, expanding, convulsing.
She pulled his penis out of his mouth just as he began to ejaculate his
sperm.
"Oh, oh,...I need to have you......" She laid down on the floor and
raised her legs high. "Eat me, Adam, lick it, sweetheart!!"
Adam dropped to his knees and began lapping her hungrily. She raised
her pelvis up to meet his long, hard tongue and felt it sink inside. "Oh,
yes, that's the way I love it. Yes, Adam,....more."
He swirled his tongue around her labia, spreading her pussy wider with
his hands. He gave her cunnilingus just the way she liked it, building to
her crest, her point of no return. He made love to her with his mouth for
nearly ten minutes, even though both of them knew any second someone might
knock on the door.
Finally, when he could tell she was ready, reading her rhythms, he moved
his tongue to her extended clitoris and inserted three fingers in her
vagina. As soon as he sucked her love button Julie exploded.
Her hips bucked high almost throwing Adam's head and hands away from
her. "Oh, yes, Adam, yes, oh, oh, oh.....I, ohhh." She shook beyond
control, quivering, vibrating for what seemed to her an eternity.
As her climax subsided, Adam brought her down gently with little licks
of his tongue. She relaxed, her legs flat on the floor, her arms felt like
rubber.
Just when she reached up to hold Adam closer, someone turned the knob on
the locked door. The rattling of the doorknob made a devastating sound.
Both of them jumped up and pulled their clothes on in a flurry of movement.
"Just a minute, please. I'll be right out," Julie called.
She then took Adam by the hand and ushered him inside one of the stalls,
shooshing him quiet with a finger to her lips. He stood on the toilet so
no one could see him under the stall. She closed the stall and unlocked
the door to the rest room.
An overweight woman with a bleached blonde beehive hairdo stood outside
with a scowl on her face. As she moved past Julie she growled, "You're not
supposed to keep it locked, you know."
"Sorry, I wasn't aware of that," Julie said as she went through the door
back into the restaurant.
The woman didn't notice Adam. As soon as she was safely inside one of
the stalls and he heard the door close, he escaped. No one seemed to
notice him coming out of the women's rest room.
When he returned to the table they both heaved a long sigh of relief.
"She didn't see me in there. It's all right. We're cool."
"I'd say we're both hot." Their faces were flushed with the splotchy
redness that follows sexual climax.
"Was that exciting or what?" he asked.
"We did it, baby. Oh, I cannot describe to you the intensity of the
orgasm I just had in there. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I just
couldn't control myself. But now I'm afraid neither of us will want the
special dessert I had planned for you."
"Special dessert?"
"Remember when we were on the beach in Cancun? Remember when you told
me about your secret fantasy--you know, watching me having sex with another
woman? I've never forgotten that. I've thought about it for years,
resisting it, I suppose."
"Well, considering this was such a big evening for us, well, let's just
say I brought it up to Peggy Norman the other day at the club. You know,
she's my best friend and I know I can trust her. So I was telling her
about your fantasy and all of a sudden she volunteered. It about knocked
me over. She and I have hardly ever even mentioned sex, let alone this.
But she said she shared your fantasy, that she's had the same one for years
but never had the opportunity. Can you believe it?"
Adam was aghast. "Peggy Norman!! You're putting me on. Come on,
Julie. Peggy Norman!!"
"Yes, yes! I couldn't believe it either. Her husband is out of town
and she's supposed to come over to our house for dessert and a nightcap at
about ten o'clock!"
Adam gasped. "That's just 20 minutes from now."
"But you know what, Adam? After what we just did, I don't know if I
want to do that now. I'm so completely wasted from what we did in there,
you know what I mean?"
"Julie, let me just say how much I love you, how exciting you are to me.
You just never cease to amaze me. And after all you've done to prepare for
this, you know discussing it with Peggy Norman and all, I think we have to
go through with it. Don't you?"
"I thought you'd say that. O.k., let's go have another adventure, Adam.
Let's give ourselves something even more to remember about this night.
Besides, I know you've always been attracted to Peggy. I've seen you
looking at her. To tell you the truth, I've been looking forward to seeing
her take off her clothes myself."
"Another fantasy coming up," said Adam. He hugged his wife, best friend
and lover and held her hand on the way to the car.
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The author encourages your feedback. If you have comments on this
story, please email them to vanjoons@aol.com This story is a repost of a
story I wrote under the name Mastwords1, a screen name no longer available
to me. You can locate all my work under the names van joons or mastwords
1in the ASSM archives.
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