Dinner Date Introduction

Dinner Date Introduction

I open the door for Sylvia, my date. I immediately see Aldo, the owner of the restaurant. We have been old friends for a long time. He had a big smile and came up and shook my hand and asked, "Where have you been?" I introduced him to Sylvia, whom he looked up and down a little too obviously.

Sylvia is around five foot four with auburn hair and a very lovely figure. Small-waisted, very attractive C-cup breasts and amazing buttocks. Tonight, she was wearing a green wrap-around top with no bra and a white skirt that was well above her knee. Her midriff was uncovered, and a diamond stud was hanging from her navel. Her nipples were hard and protruded through the top, so I can understand why Aldo was so attentive.

After saying our hellos, Aldo took us to our table. My usual table, in the corner where I could see the whole dining room, but no one could really see us. Aldo told me that he was having Alex serve us tonight. He said Alex was new but has quickly become one of his best servers. He also had a great knowledge of wines--something I would appreciate.

I was sitting chatting with Sylvia with my hand on the edge of the table when Alex came up and introduced himself. He told us about the specials. We then started to chat about wine a bit, and Alex's leg brushed up against my hand. He didn't move, nor did I. During the whole conversation my hand was trapped between the table and his upper thigh.

The rest of the dinner went well. Alex came and went, checking in on us, serving our wine, and eventually, as we were wrapping up, he came by to ask about dessert. Again, my hand was on the edge of the table, and he leaned against my hand while he told us about the dessert offerings. This time, however, I could tell it wasn't his thigh I felt but the bulge in his pants. He was rubbing his cock against my hand. I didn't move my hand. No one had ever done this to me before. I didn't particularly mind feeling him; it sort of intrigued me. What kind of person would be so forward?

We ended up ordering dessert, and Sylvia and I chatted a bit more until Alex came over with the check. When I went to sign the check, I noticed he had written a small note; it said, "It was wonderful serving you." "Let's get together and talk about wine sometime." And he listed his phone number.

I gave Sylvia a ride home. She invited me in as she usually does. It wasn't long before I had Sylvia's beautiful breasts in my mouth, licking those nipples that protruded all night, teasing me. Soon Sylvia was pushing my head down between her legs.

She loved the way I licked her pussy. I loved it too. I loved the smell of her. The taste of her. The way her juices flowed from the folds of her beautiful vagina. I eagerly licked her from her anus all the way up to her clit. Using my tongue to enter her and tease her inner folds. I slowly moved up to her clitoris, licking her the way I know she likes. Soon she was orgasming. I love the feel of her cumming in my mouth. I love the increased flow of her juices into my mouth.

Sylvia begged me to enter her, which I gladly did. My cock was hard and thoroughly excited by all the licking I had just done. I entered her, and it wasn't long before I was filling her with my seed. I could feel my cock pulsing deep inside her pussy. I was out of breath, and I leaned over and kissed Sylvia deeply.

Her auburn hair splayed across the pillow made her look angelic. She pushed my face away and said, "You know what I want." "I need you to clean me up and make me cum again." I went back between her legs and began licking her. I can smell my own semen blended with Sylvia's juices.

I enjoyed the taste of our fluids on my tongue. My sperm and her fluids blended together perfectly. It was intoxicating. I rimmed her for a while, then placed my fingers inside her to push up against her g-spot and to draw out more of my cum. I licked her, and kissed her thighs as I massaged my fingers in her pussy as she got tighter and tighter, getting close to orgasm. With two fingers inside her, I slipped my pinky inside her anus. Not far, just enough to stimulate her a bit more, and this pushed her over the edge as she pulled my head hard into her pussy. By this point I was covered in her juices and my cum, and her coming made it even wetter. I went back up to Sylvia's face and kissed her deeply, letting her taste my cum in her own juices. We then lay in each other's arms for a long while.

Eventually, I had to go home, as I had a big day at work the next day. Sylvia walked me to the door naked. Her body was a wonderful sight, and she gave me a good-night hug. We agreed to get together again in a couple more days.

It was back to the normal routine for the next few days. It was Tuesday, and I was getting ready to pick up Sylvia for dinner as planned. I was checking my wallet to make sure I had enough cash. In my wallet I found the receipt from the Italian restaurant with Alex's information. I had just received an email about a wine tasting at my favorite wine store for Thursday. I figured maybe I'd ask Alex to come. Sylvia liked wine, but she wasn't really an oenophile, and although she would go, she would just probably drink too much, which made for a less interesting evening. I texted Alex, mentioning the wine tasting, and he quickly responded that he would love to join me. I gave him the address and the time when we agreed to meet there.

Alex showed up at the wine shop on time. He was dressed in his work uniform. Black jeans and a black shirt. Alex was a large man. He looked like he had played football or rugby. He was 6'4" with a broad chest. He had a shaved head, and when he smiled, his white teeth were a brilliant contrast to his black skin. He had a wonderful laugh and was very charismatic and personable. When I saw him, we shook hands, and he pulled me into a hug. I'm only about 5'10" and not really in wonderful shape, and he easily pulled me into him. This was not your usual hello hug. He pulled me full against his body, and I melted into his arms for what seemed like forever. It was odd, but not unpleasant.

We went inside as the wine tasting began, and the shop owner went through all the different qualities of each wine, and we all got to taste and make notes. As we were doing the tasting, I found out that Alex was indeed a football player and played in college. He had majored in hospitality and was waiting at Aldo's restaurant to help make ends meet while he finished his graduate degree. He said he wasn't seeing anyone right now and, being relatively new to town, was eager to make new friends. He said he was glad that we could get together. I was glad too.

All too soon, it was time for me to go, as I had an early day at work. Alex walked me to my car, and we said our goodbyes, and again he gave me a hug. This hug was just as long as the first, and I felt his hand travel down to my butt. I may have imagined this as if it could have been the car I was leaning against. We agreed to get together again soon.

The next day, Alex called me at work. He said he didn't want to bother me during the workday but wanted to mention that he was going to friends to watch football this weekend and was always going to this weekly football party stag. He thought it'd be nice to go with someone and thought of me. I said that sounded great, as Sylvia didn't like football, and I always ended up watching the games alone or at a bar.

"Do I need to bring anything?" I asked. He said not really, as the wives generally handled the food and drinks. "Well, I'll bring a bottle of wine anyway," I said. What's the address so I can meet you, and what time? He said the game starts at 1:00, so we should probably get there around 12:30 or noon. It's probably easier if I just pick you up. It's about half an hour away. I don't like to drink and drive, so I jumped at the ride, and I gave him my address and said I'd be ready at 11:30. He said he was looking forward to seeing me. I said the same.

I love watching football. I never really played. And I also enjoy football parties. So, I'm glad that Alex invited me. Sunday morning, I was getting ready for Alex to pick me up. I wasn't sure what the attire was and wished I had asked Alex.

I ended up wearing some climbing pants, a pair of flats, and a polo shirt. The climbing pants were a 3/4 length, so I find them comfortable and great for outdoor activities yet still dressy enough to go out in. I paid particular attention to grooming, making sure I looked good. Not sure why I was primping so much just for a football party. As I was getting ready, I felt odd, though. After the restaurant experience and the two hugs, I kind of felt like this was a date. I know it was just Alex asking me to go watch football, but the fact that he wanted to pick me up and the other stuff all seemed to whisper "date." Was this more than just a trip to some friend's house to watch the game? I pushed these thoughts from my mind.

Alex soon arrived and rang my doorbell. I opened the door, and he looked me up and down for what seemed a long time and said I looked good. I said thank you and that he looked like he was going to play football, not watch football! He laughed and said it was a pretty casual event, and he should have told me, but I looked really great. And again, I had that weird feeling in the back of my head that this was a date.

I told him I bought a bottle of wine to take to the party and wanted him to try a new wine I had just recently purchased before we headed out. I invited him in, and we went into the kitchen. I poured us the wine, and he leaned against the kitchen counter next to me. Alex was very close to me. Well within the zone of comfort. He was wearing sports shorts, a football t-shirt, and a pair of Nikes. His biceps were big, his arms strong. He had large hands that held the glass of wine in a very attractive way. We were speaking easily about the wine and the day. He often smiled and laughed. Again, I thought it odd. I thought he was flirting. Ultimately, I figured I was just imagining things, though.

"Well, it's time to go," I said. I put the glasses in the sink, and we walked out to Alex's car. He opened the door for me. I was beginning to think maybe I wasn't imagining things, wondering if Alex thought this was a date.

We drove to his friend's house, chatting about work and his time playing football. I looked over at Alex while he was driving, and I noticed his shorts were riding up a little with a noticeable bulge. If I had to guess, he was going commando. There's no way I could see his penis so well through the nylon of the shorts if he wasn't. His cock looked substantial. Much more than my own. I didn't want to stare too long, but I did like looking at his thighs and the muscles of his arms and his broad chest and his lovely face. I've never been attracted to men. So, I thought it was unusual for me, but not unpleasant. I was beginning to feel like I was on a date with a man I was attracted to. Again, this seemed like something totally new to me. But Alex had a way that I just found appealing.

I asked Alex who I was going to meet. He said we're going to John and Kathy's house. He thought Jake and Monica would be there as well as Jim and Laura. He said he had played football with all the guys. And all their wives had also gone to the same college. He said they gave him a hard time about not being married yet. I asked if any of his friends had kids. My kids are old and out of college by now, but I'm always curious about families. He said they all had kids. But John's mother, who only lived a few blocks away, watches them during the game so the adults can have a good time. I thought that was nice.

We arrived at a lovely McMansion. It was a great neighborhood, and the house was well landscaped with a large yard. We walked in without knocking, and Alex yelled out that he was here. We went into the back room, and I said, "I want to introduce you all to Angie." The girls came out and said hello as well. Alex sat down, and I walked into the kitchen to see what was going on and if I could help.

I'm a big foodie and love to cook. I asked if I could help. Kathy, John's wife, said not really, but grab a glass of wine over there by the bar, which I did. I asked Alex if he wanted anything to drink, and he said yes, a beer, and I brought one to him.

I went back into the kitchen, and I saw some cabbage and carrots and what looked like the mixings for coleslaw. I asked if it was and if they wanted me to start making it. Kathy said that would be great. Kathy said the mandolin is right over there--try not to cut your fingers off--and giggled. I said I should be okay.

Kathy was amazing looking; she had dark brown hair that curled down over a Jets t-shirt that was barely holding in some of the largest breasts I've ever seen. She had a small waist and broad hips, and she was wearing shorts that left little to the imagination. She looked like a cheerleader. I couldn't help but stare at her thighs and legs that went on forever. Her legs ended with a pair of bejeweled flip-flops on lovely feet with red-painted toenails.

I started working on the coleslaw, and the girls started chatting. They obviously knew each other very well. Monica asked me how I got a name like Angie, as it sounded like a girl's name. I said my name is Angelo, and folks needed a way to shorten it, and it either came out to be Ang or Angie. Laura said that made sense.

Laura had very light hair, almost blonde, and was wearing a sundress. You could see her cleavage. She had substantial C cups that were bursting from her short floral sundress. If she bent over, I'm sure I would see everything I would ever want to see. Her legs were tan and long, and she also was wearing the prescribed bejeweled flip-flops. Her toenails, though, were painted dark blue. She also could have been a cheerleader.

I started chatting with Monica, who's next to me, and I'm glad she was. She had black hair cut in a bob. She was wearing a tank top that covered lovely breasts, and like Sylvia, she didn't wear a bra. Her nipples stuck out in an attentive way. She had a bare midriff and was also wearing very tight shorts. She wore the same flip-flops as her friends--they must shop together. Her toenails were painted yellow.

I asked them where they had all met. And they said they were in fact cheerleaders at state. It's where they met their husbands and each other. They said they stayed close ever since school. Kathy looked at me and said, "Sometimes too close," and laughed.

Monica said you must be a special guy; Alex has never brought one of his boyfriends before. He always comes stag. "How did you guys meet?" she asked.

I told her how we met and said I didn't know I was his boyfriend; I thought we were just friends. I had a weird sense when he asked me to come here, though, if it was like a date. I honestly thought I was just being asked to go over and hang out at a football party.

Monica looked at me, then looked at my flats and my climbing pants and my shirt. She said, "I think this is definitely a date." And I think you dressed like it was a date. I think I have the same pants. She laughed. "So, you like climbing too," I said. Then all the girls laughed. I said, "Well, if this is a date, Alex certainly didn't dress for one." All the girls laughed at this and said all their husbands were slobs. Although they did clean up nicely once in a while.

Laura said, "I have been listening, and if this is a date, most of the dates I have been on, the man has always expected a little something." Sometimes a lot of something. So, Angie, are you open to that? All the girls looked at me then. Staring at me. I said I am not sure what she meant. Laura said she thought Alex was a handsome man and that he had strong desires. She thought this from stories she had heard from her husband.

Kathy jumped in. Angie, what she is saying is, are you prepared to have Alex's cock in your cute ass? And the girls all laughed hysterically. I said, "Well, Kathy, that will not happen." Something else may happen, but not that. Monica asked me why. You don't like anal? I said no. Do you? Monica said she did it once in a while. I said, "Well, why don't you help Alex out once in a while? I bet he'd appreciate it!" Monica blushed, and the other girls laughed. I asked you all, do anal? They all nodded. Laura said she did it rarely, as she does not really like it. Kathy said the same with me. Monica was the only one who said that she really kind of enjoyed it.

So Monica stopped blushing and asked me, "So when you say other things, does that mean you're going to swallow his cum?" I said I don't know. I like the taste of cum and might consider it.

Kathy said, "Where did you learn to like cum if it wasn't from sucking cocks?" She was very forward. And she knew how to make her friends laugh. I smiled. I said it was from licking pussies, not cocks.

Now Laura seemed intrigued. What do you mean, licking pussies? You were eating pussies full of cum? I said I love eating pussies full of cum. I guess I got it from an old girlfriend. Susan would ask me to lick her clean after we had sex. She would also like to kiss me after blowing me and then push my cum into my mouth, and we would swap it back and forth. It was one of her favorite things to make love and then to sit on top of my face and watch me lick the cum as it dripped out of her pussy. Of course, while licking her until she came over and over again. Boy, she sure did like cum play.

Once we were taking a drive down to the beach, and we stopped to get some iced coffee. I usually get mine regular with cream and sugar. This time she said, "Angie, just get your iced coffee black this time." You can get sugar if you want.

I said, "Why?"

She said, "Don't worry, I have a surprise." So, I got two black iced coffees with sugar. I was wearing shorts, and she was just wearing a beach cover-up that she soon pulled off. She was now completely naked. She pulled one leg up and started playing with her pussy. She said, "Do you like this?" Do you like watching me play with myself in the car? I said I did. She said, "I wonder if those truck drivers would like to see me playing with my pussy?" What do you think? I said I bet they would. Well, let's see--pull up to that truck up ahead and just stay next to it so the driver can see me pushing my fingers in and out of my pussy and squeezing my tits.

I asked, "Are you sure?"

She said, "Absolutely, I'm never going to see the truck driver again," and laughed. I pulled up to the next truck, and sure enough, I could see the driver looking at my girlfriend and swerving a little bit on the road. He started honking his horn, which I thought was kind of funny. Like little kids waving at the driver to play "honk the horn," and here is Susan using her pussy to get him to do the same. Susan said, "I guess he liked it," with a mischievous smile.

What about that other truck up ahead? Maybe he'd like to see me too? I pulled up next to another truck, and again the same response. Susan said, "I think I've given them enough entertainment for today. If I keep on doing this, I'm going to cum and get my juices all over your car seat." And then you'd have to lick them all up! Maybe you would like that?

Then she looked over at me and put her hand on my thigh and said, "I want to suck your cock now." Pull your pants down. While we're driving? She said yes--I want your cock now. I want to suck your cock while I play with my pussy with my ass in the car window so anybody who drives by can see. Well, Susan was certainly creative.

I slid my pants down, and she immediately put my cock into her mouth. She started sucking me while with her other hand she was playing with her pussy, putting her finger in and out as her ass was up against the window. You could see other drivers just slow down and stare, although some with kids in the car sped up. It was very exciting and erotic.