Miltone
Shameless Romantic
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Richard Campbell
“Really, Meg? Are you that close?” Rich asked as his fingertips toyed with her wet pussy underneath the table. “But I haven’t even paid the check yet, darling.”
“Uhm, but Ritchie … the way you are doing … what you’re doing … is driving me crazy,” Megan whispered hoarsely into his ear as he thrust two of his fingers up inside her hot wet sex. His thumb began to circle her hard little clit as his fingers turned and twisted their way inside her. “Uhmm … ohhh … Richard!” Her voice trembled when calling his name, answering his question.
”Mmm, yes, my sweet darling wife, I love doing this to you, seeing your face, feeling you squirm, making you feel sooo good about yourself and about being with me.” Rich had pushed himself closer to Megan, their hips pressed together while his hand plied the lips of her pussy with firm caresses, penetrated her with deep probing fingers, and gave plenty of quick flicks of his thumb on her clit. He looked up and smiled as the waiter approached.
“Will there be anything else that we can get for you this evening?” the waiter asked, politely and formally, with just a slight grin curling his lips.
“No, thank you,” Rich replied. “I think I have things well in hand.” He then pressed his hand more firmly against Megan, giving her clit a flurry of wiggling brushes with his thumb.
“Very well, sir,” The waiter replied, his eyes giving Megan a quick look, surely noting her flushed cheeks, her teeth biting her lower lip, her chest heaving heavily with each breath making the upper curves of her breasts noticeably surge up from her gown, and her firm grip on the table. “I’ll bring your check then, straightaway.” The waiter turned and moved away.
Rich turned back to Megan and kissed her on the cheek near the ear. “You know how much I love to turn you on, darling,” he whispered as his hand continued to touch her intimately. “I love to touch your pussy like this … in public … feel your wetness … finger your clit … see your nipples grow hard and erect … mmmm!” Rich glanced down and observed the truth of his last statement when he glimpsed the pair of sharp points protruding into the sleek silk of her gown through the thin fabric of her bra. “Now that dessert is over with, I want this … for you.” He pressed his hand more firmly against her throbbing sex, fingering her deeply, thrashing her clit wildly, kissing and licking near her ear. “I want to make you cum, darling … right here … right now!”
“Oh, Rich!” she hissed softly. “Ohhh, Rich … ahh … ahh … ahh!”
Rich felt her thighs clamp tightly together encapsulating his hand that was almost vibrating in its urgency. He was so caught up in her arousal, in feeling her body quiver and squirm that he didn’t see the waiter approach their table as he felt Megan’s body convulse in the trembling throes of her orgasm.
“And has everything been to your satisfaction?” the waiter asked as he set the leather folder down near Rich’s hand on the table.
“Oh, god, yes!” Megan said, a little louder than the waiter expected. Rich could feel her body trembling as her thighs clamped tightly around his other hand below the table. “Everything … great … terrific … yes, wonderful!”
“So glad that you enjoyed,” smiled the waiter. “We like everyone to leave Emily’s with a memorable dining experience.”
As the waiter turned and retreated, Megan leaned over to Rich and nibbled at his ear.
“And as for you, Mr. Campbell,” she said. “I just wish there was a way I could pay you back.”
“You have, darling,” he replied, slowly retrieving his hand from her sodden sex and bringing it to his lips. Megan reached for it and pulled it to her mouth and began to suck his fingers clean. “Just seeing you like this is my pay back. Just knowing that you are pleased is my satisfaction.”
“I know, but that’s not what I mean, Ritchie,” she remarked. “I can’t pay you back in kind, in the same way.”
“But don’t you see, Meg, that doesn’t matter to me,” Rich said softly. “This is the way things will be with us from now on. Taking care of you and making you happy is all that I want to do.”
“Oh, Rich,” Megan sighed as they shared a tender sweet kiss.
With the check signed off and Rich back in his chair, they had just reached the valet parking when they heard the waiter calling out to them.
“Miss! Miss!” he said approaching them quickly, his cheeks slightly reddened. “Excuse me, miss, but I believe you left this behind.” He reached his closed hand out toward Megan. When she held her hand out, he placed her panties in her hand. She giggled at the feel of them in her palm.
“Thank you,” she grinned, as she slipped them into her purse.
“Well, I hope you come again,” he winked. “Often.”
Megan and Rich laughed about the waiter’s comment all the way home. When they got settled in, Rich slipped off his jacket and tie while Megan poured them each a glass of wine. She came over to him and sat in his lap and they sipped their wine.
“I love you so much, Richard Campbell,” she said. “You always know how to make me happy.”
“Thank you, Meg,” Rich replied. “And knowing that you feel that way, makes me love you all the more … which brings us to the surprise of the evening.”
“And that scene back at the restaurant wasn’t a surprise?” she laughed.
“That my dear, was just the … um, the warm up,” Rich chuckled as he wheeled them toward the bedroom. “I have something else in mind for our after dinner enjoyment.”
Megan looked puzzled as he wheeled them into the bedroom. She hadn’t given a second thought to Rich lingering behind in the room just before they left, but there on the bed was a gift wrapped box.
“What’s this?” she asked picking up the box from the bed. “A present?”
“Mmm, sort of … open it,” Rich replied.
“But it’s not my birthday,” she giggled, pulling at the ribbon and peeling open the wrapping paper. When she opened the box, she began to laugh. “Richard Campbell! Whatever made you think I needed this?” she asked lifting a long silver vibrator from the tissue lining.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he answered. “I just thought that this might be one more way that I could please you.”
“But I don’t know anything about these … I’ve never used one before,” she giggled nervously, her cheeks becoming flushed again. “How would I go about …”
Rich wheeled over to the table and turned on the stereo. He tuned to a station that was playing some loud sexy rock music.
“Tell you what,” Rich began. “Why don’t you try doing that sexy little striptease dance of yours for me and then just do with your new little toy there, what … um, comes naturally. And if you get stuck, I can always … uh, give you a hand.” With that, Rich held up the hand that had played with her earlier and wiggled it.
Megan’s face was flushed with a rosy glow as she held the vibe in her hands and fingered it gently. She looked down at it and then over to Rich who sat in his wheelchair grinning. When she raised the shiny phallus to her mouth and licked at it, Rich nodded. Then sensing the beat, she began to sway her body and dance for him.
“Really, Meg? Are you that close?” Rich asked as his fingertips toyed with her wet pussy underneath the table. “But I haven’t even paid the check yet, darling.”
“Uhm, but Ritchie … the way you are doing … what you’re doing … is driving me crazy,” Megan whispered hoarsely into his ear as he thrust two of his fingers up inside her hot wet sex. His thumb began to circle her hard little clit as his fingers turned and twisted their way inside her. “Uhmm … ohhh … Richard!” Her voice trembled when calling his name, answering his question.
”Mmm, yes, my sweet darling wife, I love doing this to you, seeing your face, feeling you squirm, making you feel sooo good about yourself and about being with me.” Rich had pushed himself closer to Megan, their hips pressed together while his hand plied the lips of her pussy with firm caresses, penetrated her with deep probing fingers, and gave plenty of quick flicks of his thumb on her clit. He looked up and smiled as the waiter approached.
“Will there be anything else that we can get for you this evening?” the waiter asked, politely and formally, with just a slight grin curling his lips.
“No, thank you,” Rich replied. “I think I have things well in hand.” He then pressed his hand more firmly against Megan, giving her clit a flurry of wiggling brushes with his thumb.
“Very well, sir,” The waiter replied, his eyes giving Megan a quick look, surely noting her flushed cheeks, her teeth biting her lower lip, her chest heaving heavily with each breath making the upper curves of her breasts noticeably surge up from her gown, and her firm grip on the table. “I’ll bring your check then, straightaway.” The waiter turned and moved away.
Rich turned back to Megan and kissed her on the cheek near the ear. “You know how much I love to turn you on, darling,” he whispered as his hand continued to touch her intimately. “I love to touch your pussy like this … in public … feel your wetness … finger your clit … see your nipples grow hard and erect … mmmm!” Rich glanced down and observed the truth of his last statement when he glimpsed the pair of sharp points protruding into the sleek silk of her gown through the thin fabric of her bra. “Now that dessert is over with, I want this … for you.” He pressed his hand more firmly against her throbbing sex, fingering her deeply, thrashing her clit wildly, kissing and licking near her ear. “I want to make you cum, darling … right here … right now!”
“Oh, Rich!” she hissed softly. “Ohhh, Rich … ahh … ahh … ahh!”
Rich felt her thighs clamp tightly together encapsulating his hand that was almost vibrating in its urgency. He was so caught up in her arousal, in feeling her body quiver and squirm that he didn’t see the waiter approach their table as he felt Megan’s body convulse in the trembling throes of her orgasm.
“And has everything been to your satisfaction?” the waiter asked as he set the leather folder down near Rich’s hand on the table.
“Oh, god, yes!” Megan said, a little louder than the waiter expected. Rich could feel her body trembling as her thighs clamped tightly around his other hand below the table. “Everything … great … terrific … yes, wonderful!”
“So glad that you enjoyed,” smiled the waiter. “We like everyone to leave Emily’s with a memorable dining experience.”
As the waiter turned and retreated, Megan leaned over to Rich and nibbled at his ear.
“And as for you, Mr. Campbell,” she said. “I just wish there was a way I could pay you back.”
“You have, darling,” he replied, slowly retrieving his hand from her sodden sex and bringing it to his lips. Megan reached for it and pulled it to her mouth and began to suck his fingers clean. “Just seeing you like this is my pay back. Just knowing that you are pleased is my satisfaction.”
“I know, but that’s not what I mean, Ritchie,” she remarked. “I can’t pay you back in kind, in the same way.”
“But don’t you see, Meg, that doesn’t matter to me,” Rich said softly. “This is the way things will be with us from now on. Taking care of you and making you happy is all that I want to do.”
“Oh, Rich,” Megan sighed as they shared a tender sweet kiss.
With the check signed off and Rich back in his chair, they had just reached the valet parking when they heard the waiter calling out to them.
“Miss! Miss!” he said approaching them quickly, his cheeks slightly reddened. “Excuse me, miss, but I believe you left this behind.” He reached his closed hand out toward Megan. When she held her hand out, he placed her panties in her hand. She giggled at the feel of them in her palm.
“Thank you,” she grinned, as she slipped them into her purse.
“Well, I hope you come again,” he winked. “Often.”
Megan and Rich laughed about the waiter’s comment all the way home. When they got settled in, Rich slipped off his jacket and tie while Megan poured them each a glass of wine. She came over to him and sat in his lap and they sipped their wine.
“I love you so much, Richard Campbell,” she said. “You always know how to make me happy.”
“Thank you, Meg,” Rich replied. “And knowing that you feel that way, makes me love you all the more … which brings us to the surprise of the evening.”
“And that scene back at the restaurant wasn’t a surprise?” she laughed.
“That my dear, was just the … um, the warm up,” Rich chuckled as he wheeled them toward the bedroom. “I have something else in mind for our after dinner enjoyment.”
Megan looked puzzled as he wheeled them into the bedroom. She hadn’t given a second thought to Rich lingering behind in the room just before they left, but there on the bed was a gift wrapped box.
“What’s this?” she asked picking up the box from the bed. “A present?”
“Mmm, sort of … open it,” Rich replied.
“But it’s not my birthday,” she giggled, pulling at the ribbon and peeling open the wrapping paper. When she opened the box, she began to laugh. “Richard Campbell! Whatever made you think I needed this?” she asked lifting a long silver vibrator from the tissue lining.
“Your pleasure is my pleasure,” he answered. “I just thought that this might be one more way that I could please you.”
“But I don’t know anything about these … I’ve never used one before,” she giggled nervously, her cheeks becoming flushed again. “How would I go about …”
Rich wheeled over to the table and turned on the stereo. He tuned to a station that was playing some loud sexy rock music.
“Tell you what,” Rich began. “Why don’t you try doing that sexy little striptease dance of yours for me and then just do with your new little toy there, what … um, comes naturally. And if you get stuck, I can always … uh, give you a hand.” With that, Rich held up the hand that had played with her earlier and wiggled it.
Megan’s face was flushed with a rosy glow as she held the vibe in her hands and fingered it gently. She looked down at it and then over to Rich who sat in his wheelchair grinning. When she raised the shiny phallus to her mouth and licked at it, Rich nodded. Then sensing the beat, she began to sway her body and dance for him.
