After my torrid Friday and the events of the day, I was both hungry and as horny as I recall ever being. Feeling no effects from dad’s edible, I choked down another. We entered the restaurant and it lived up to its name. It was cozy and warm and darkened; it reminded me of an ancient grotto.

The immaculately dressed and attractive woman at the cut-stone greeting station lit up when she saw my boyfriend.

“Glade,” she exclaimed as she came out from behind the station with her arms opened wide for a hug. “So great to see you!”

“Marie,” he smiled out as they embraced. “This is Krystal. She’ll be dining with me this evening.”

“Oh,” she said, sounding slightly surprised. “Girlfriend or just a friend?”

I had the impression that I wasn’t the first person he’d ever brought here.

“She’s my mistress,” he said with a laugh. “I’m her sex slave!”

She laughed at that and took me by the arm. “Come with me and I’ll show you to your table.” She left Glade standing there.

She walked me through the very classy and stylish restaurant. Stonework dominated the atmosphere, with dark wood and mood lighting providing warmth and ambience. The walls were of hewn stone, the bar was made from stacked rock, and the floor had wood pathways with large flagstones elsewhere. Several small alcoves lined the various dining rooms, all with rounded archways of stacked stone blocks. She led me to a smaller, more intimate room lit by a roaring fire in a hearth and gestured to one of the alcoves. A folded card, plus a bouquet of roses, adorned the table. That card read, “Reserved, Donner Party.” I smirked when I read it.

Marie turned to me. “This is your booth. You’re the first woman he’s brought here in almost a year. He usually comes in and eats alone.”

I sat and responded. “A year? May I ask whom?”

“I don’t remember her name. Slutty, dressed to show off, bold hair. She swore a lot.”

I laughed. “Sounds like Kiera.”

She smiled at me. “Your server will be along shortly to take your drink orders. “ She paused and giggled. “I already know, he’ll have ‘fifty shades of Earl Grey’.”

She left and I looked the place over. I wondered where my boyfriend happened to be.

I heard his mirth-filled voice approaching. I also heard several women giggling. “…and just like that, Maris flung me across the arena with my armor falling off of me like October leaves. I roll to a stop right under her extremely sexy skirt, staring up into the Promised Land. When she bent down to insult me for invading her space, the way the sun highlighted her face and hair was pure perfection. “

As he entered, I saw that four women were hanging on his every word; hanging on him as well. I fought down the urge to erupt in anger. He paused at the edge of our semi-private alcove.

“And that, my wonderful ladies, is how I met,” he gestured at me with a flourish, “the fair Krystal.”

He smiled at me. “Diane, Tina, Lisa, and Aubrey, please meet my lady Krystal.” I was peeved that he knew their names without looking at their nametags.

They smiled at me and looked me over. I knew that look. It was the look of contemplating murder beneath a fake smile. I simply pulled him into me and kissed him deeply. Eat your hearts out, bitches! I thought to myself.

“Ladies,” Glade addressed them. “Luke’s best special for the lady, and I’ll have the Sirloin.” His tone grew suggestive. “You know how I like it!”

They laughed, the bitches.

“Krystal is a connoisseur of fine wines, so she’ll need the premium wine list and I’ll have…”

“Fifty shades of Earl Grey,” three of the four said in unison.

He sat across from me as I debated whether I wanted to kill them or strangle him more. I dismissed them with a glance and turned to my lover.

“What if I didn’t want ‘Luke’s special’?” I queried.

“Then we’ll order you something else,” he said without noting the venom in my voice.

It was time to fight fire with fire. I slipped my foot out of my sandal and placed it on his crotch. “What if I’m hungry for a different kind of meat?”

He smiled and fanned himself. “Exactly why I need to eat right now! I’ll need the energy.”

One of his harem, Aubrey, came back with the wine list and hovered dangerously near his side while I looked it over. I chose six of the more expensive wines, by the sample glass, to taste. I had no intention of drinking them all; I just wanted to try them.

We talked while I waited on my drinks.

“Do you like this place?” he asked me.

“Yes,” I answered truthfully. “I’m not terribly happy that every bimbo in the joint is falling all over you, but the décor is nice and the wine list is excellent.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he answered, ignoring the rest of what I said.

Aubrey came, bearing a tray, followed by a man in a nice suit. He was older, very well-dressed, and smiling very white teeth under his dark tan.

“Jim,” Glade called out. “How are you?”

“Jim owns the place,” he said to me.

“Do you know every fucking body?” I said, exasperated. Everywhere we go, everyone knows him.

“Oh, I’m a regular here,” he said as he got up approached Jim.

Aubrey placed the wine glasses in front of me, naming them off as she did so. Then she turned to me.

“Are you two involved?” she asked.

I rejected my first, instinctive, witty retort and said, “Not really, I’m just using him for sex.”

She blushed and then looked at me. “Girl to girl, is he as amazing as he seems?”

At that moment, my dad’s concoction kicked in full force. I suddenly felt amazing and I sipped my wine. “You have no idea,” I said to her.

Glade came back to the table with the owner in tow. Jim greeted me warmly. He talked with us for about a minute and then left. He seemed nice.

“You two seem friendly.”

“I spent quite a bit of time here absorbing the stonework. It’s what inspired me to do it for a living.”

“How many of these sluts have you fucked?’

He paused, growing mock-pensive. He counted on his fingers, shook his head, and furrowed his brow.

“Counting you that would make one!” he beamed out with that perfectly crooked smile.

“Which one?” I asked, not upset at all. In fact, I was feeling tingly all over, kind of trippy, and was having a mental laugh.

“You, of course,” he said.

The next few minutes, I put myself into slutty-overdrive. My mind was awash with all sorts of naughty, kinky, and perverted ideas. I was describing all the things I wanted to do to him, and him to me. I was telling him that I wanted to feel his lips and tongue on my nipples for hours and pulled down the top of my tube-top dress to show him the pleasures that awaited.

“How do you get them to never wear a bra?” A male voice said, startling me.

I quickly covered up and saw a man in a white chef’s uniform, no hat, though, standing there smiling.

“Hi, Luke!” Glade said. He turned to me. “He’s the best chef in the state, if you ask me.”

Turning back to Luke, he said, “Luke, I am your father.”

I giggled and gave him a timid wave as I hid my breasts with my arms and pulled my dress back up.

“I, ah, sorry to interrupt.” He smiled at me. “I wanted to know how you’d like your brandy-seared steak cooked.”

“Medium, please, sir,” I answered.

The chef then bent forward and whispered something into Glade’s ear. My lover chuckled.

“He says your breasts are amazing and was worried you’d be offended,” he said to me.

“Oh, you like?” I said to him with a huge smile. I’d like to blame my dad’s herbal gummies or the wine I had barely touched. The truth was that I wanted my boyfriend to forget all about those other women vying for his attention.

I brazenly pulled my top down. “Take a good look, then.”

He stared at me and practically drooled. My beau erupted in appreciative laughter.

Luke thanked me for flashing him, complimented my breasts, and backed away, never taking his eyes off of me. He left wearing a huge smile.

Our food came, this time served by Lisa. She hovered all over him, pressed her generously endowed boobs into his arm, and doted over him. I felt invisible. My lover thanked her, but never once took his eyes off of me. Feeling his stare made me tingle with heat.

The food was quite excellent. I had never had brandy-seared steak before. It was succulent and tender and popping with flavor. I wolfed it down in a very unladylike fashion.

“I’m so horny that if you don’t finish your meal soon, I swear I’m going to go into the ladies’ room and get myself off.”

He looked up and smiled. “Why make the trip?” he chided. “We’re all alone; just do it here.”

“I suppose you’d like that!” I teased.

“I’d love it,” he said as he turned back to his vegetables.

I glanced around quickly. We were the only ones in this room. I spread my legs slightly, just enough to get my hand between them, and pulled up my skirt to caress my soaking pussy. I easily soaked my finger and held it in front of his face. Even in the dim lighting, it glistened with my moisture.

“Taste me,” I said to him as I extended my hand towards his mouth.

He greedily licked and sucked on my finger and flicked his tongue on it. I felt the tingling, tickling sensation run down my arm, hover over my nipples, and then shoot straight to my pussy. I felt my juices gush out of me and had to pull up the back of my skirt, lest it become soaked. The vinyl of the booth seat felt wet and hot against my bare flesh.

My hand quickly buried itself under my dress and sought my clit. It had swollen into an overly sensitive state of arousal. I wet my finger in the nectar of my own arousal and flicked it up and down. I placed one foot on either side of his body to keep him captive and leaned back as the pre-orgasmic spasms began to overtake me.

Right as the first crest of my public orgasm began to wash over me, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. Biting my lower lip hard to keep from moaning, I saw another of his femme-fan-club approaching. It was Diane.

When I cum, I tend to be loud, convulsive, and my limbs flail about. I have, however, somewhat mastered the art of discreet orgasms in public. I hadn’t been prepared to be demure, so it took genuine effort to remain somewhat lucid. Still, my body rocked and quaked.

Diane shot me an odd look but said nothing. Even in the throes of orgasm, I noted that her blouse had become unbuttoned to the point of showing off her cleavage.

“Jim wanted to talk to you,” she said to my smiling lover.

He winked at me and whispered, “Paradise.”

He turned to Diane. “Well then, my most witty and beautiful lady, would you keep my goddess company until I return?”

He bent forward and kissed my flushed cheek and then whispered into my ear. “I am so hot for you right now.” He turned, looking me up and down once more with mischief dancing in his hypnotic eyes, and walked out to the main area. That left me and Diane, the boyfriend-coveting tramp, alone.

I gestured at the empty seat and then quickly wiped my orgasmic fluids from my hands. I covered my giggling embarrassment by downing my tiny sample glass of very fine wine.

Diane looked around quickly and then addressed me. “You seem nice. Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.”

“Huh?”

“Never mind. Go ahead.”

“If you didn’t notice, all of us here think that he’s just awesome.”

“Really?” I lied. “I hadn’t noticed.”

“How do you get a guy like that to chase after you?” Her face was serious.

I was struck with a strong sense of déjà vu. I had pretty much run Kiera through the wringer on similar topics when I had first met Glade. I considered being flippant or verbally beating her down. Instead, I took the same tack Kiera had taken with me.

“You can’t,” I answered as I handed her one of my untouched wine samples. “Guys like that don’t chase women. You just have to hope that he picks you.”

“He’s come in here at least twice a week for years and he never once hit on me,” she said. “Would you be pissed if I confessed that I’ve tried?”

“Join the club, sweetheart,” I laughed out.

“Where can I find guys like him?” she asked me desperately.

“Try a Renaissance Festival.”

At that precise moment, Glade and the owner, Jim, walked in. Glade was carrying a cardboard wine-box that was obviously full from the way his muscles bulged. Both of our heads turned in that direction.

Glade and Jim were laughing nearly hysterically at something. I caught the tail-end of the conversation.

“…and then she springs up, not at all embarrassed, and runs over to Krystal, topless, and quite perfectly endowed, to hug and kiss her! Krystal is all, ‘No, mom, gross! You just had dad’s cock in your mouth!’”

I glanced at Diane and her eyes were riveted on my lover’s sinewy muscles and bulging biceps.

“If you like that, you should see him naked,” I said to her. That’s right, you slut, I said to myself internally. I’m going to be having that all to myself later!

“Hey, beautiful,” he said to me. “I was just telling Jim about last night.”

He set the box down on the table and I saw that it contained six bottles of wine. He then reached into his pants, pulled out his wallet, and produced a one-hundred-dollar bill.

“Tip for you and the girls,” he said as he handed it to Diane.

He turned to me. “We should leave before my passion for you consumes me and we get arrested for indecent exposure.” He looked me over slowly. “Or very, very decent exposure in your case.”

He shook hands with Jim, kissed the hand of Diane, picked up the box of wine, and we left. The rest of his harem had to assault him with their flirtations. Diane waved at me and smiled a jealous smile. We got to the parking lot and he unlocked the car and turned to put the wine into the backseat.

As soon as he turned his back, I stripped off my dress and stood there nude, waiting for him to notice.

“I couldn’t let the wine go to waste,” he said as he pulled the seatbelt over the box to secure it and then turned to me. “I know you love your wine and I thought that….WOW!”

“Take me home, now?” I asked him playfully.

“I’ll take you anyplace, even right here, right now!”

Just then, a car pulled into the parking lot. The driver almost hit another parked car when the headlights shined on my nudity. Just to be extra-naughty, I threw my dress into the back and closed the door for him.

Ever the gentleman, Glade helped me into my seat. He didn’t touch me, but his hungry, gray-rimmed, hazel eyes scanned every millimeter of my naked flesh. He ran around the car and climbed in, running his hand over my leg. We pulled out of the parking lot and I waved to people that had just pulled in.

As we got back onto the highway, I spread my legs and turned towards my lover. “Do you like my pussy shaved smooth like this?” I ran my fingers up and down the folds to make sure he knew what I was talking about; I also did so because I was incredibly horny and it felt so good.

He looked at my pussy intently, swerving as I plunged a finger inside myself. “However you like it,” he said. “You’ll never hear a complaint from me.”

I kept fucking myself with my fingers. “Which do you, personally, prefer?” I moaned out.

“Well,” he said, righting the vehicle once more. “I still dream about the strip you had when I first saw you.”

I began circling my clit with the fingers of my other hand, feeling the heat well up inside me once more. “Then, ah, I’ll, mmm, grow it back, aaah, for you.”

“Just so you know,” he said as he licked his lips at the sight of my raw, slutty passion. “I have no say. I don’t own you; I don’t own your sexy, hot pussy, either.”

“You do tonight,” I gasped out. “It’s your pussy. You own it! Do whatever you want to it.”

I was building up to another orgasm. “I’m yours; I want you to own me. All yours! Just for you!”

An orgasm ripped through me, so hard that my nectar spilled out all over the seat. My back arched and I screamed out as my entire body shook. It seemed like an eternity until the waves stopped ebbing against my soul.

I giggled and moaned at the same time as I heard a horn blaring and felt the car swerve hard.

“Don’t wreck and kill us,” I said as I regained some of my composure.

He laughed. “If I wreck and die, my spirit will haunt you just so my soul can get another glimpse of your perfection.”

“Do you remember all those things I said I wanted to do earlier?”

“Of course,” he chimed out.

“Let’s do them in alphabetical order.”

We made it to his home unscathed. Finally, after an entire weekend of interrupting and being interrupted, we had some alone time.