Ann: A Love Story Ch. 52

Ann looked, well...spectacular. And I knew I was going to have a really hard time not thinking, or talking about sex. I had promised her that I wouldn't talk about it. She had asked me again while I was still behind the closed bathroom door getting dressed. She'd said she was horny before I went in. Waiting on me to get ready only made her more turned on, to the point that she'd asked me...well, she whined actually. Okay, she pleaded with me to behave so we could have a nice dinner together. I thought it was cute of her to ask, and I wanted to have a good evening. Teasing her didn't seem that fun, since I was horny too. I thought I could easily do that for her.

That was before I walked out of the bathroom and saw Ann in the dress that Shirley had picked out, with Tina's explicit help. I stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth falling open.

I found Ann standing at the end of the large, king-sized bed, biting her lip nervously with her hands clasped in front of her. She was wearing a lavender lace sleeveless dress. The front dipped down in a tight V to just above her navel, the material stretching magnificently around her shapely breasts. The wide strips of cloth that ran over her tits narrowed as they ran up her body, attaching to golden rings perched atop those sexy shoulders.

Ann did a little pirouette on the toes of her white open toed high heels. They were more like sandals, except they had 4-inch spiked heels. She was holding the hem of her the short lacey dress, pulling it up ever so slightly to show off her thighs...not that I couldn't see them already. The dress was slightly above mid-thigh to begin with. But with Ann holding the hem up, she was showing me that she wasn't wearing anything underneath her thin dress. When she turned around to show her back to me, I shook a little. The back of Ann's dress was practically non-existent. It was all see through lace, stretching across her back from ring to ring on her shoulders. The sheer lace was clinging to her body, and stretched from her shoulders to the very top of her ass. From behind, it looked more like she was wearing a pretty lavender lace skirt with a see through mesh lace top.

As she turned to face me again, Ann expression was hopeful, and I smiled brightly. "Do you like it?" she asked.

"Uh huh," I said like a dope, so turned on that I had a hard time coming up with anything more clever to say.

She giggled and said, "Well, it's really not a color that looks good on me."

I snapped out of my momentary bout of being tongued tied and said, "Are you serious? You'd look fabulous if you were wearing any color in the spectrum of the rainbow, Ann."

"No I wouldn't. There are some that just don't go with my skin tone."

"Any color goes with 'hot' Ann. Trust me...no guy is going to be saying the color is wrong."

"But women might," she said, being honest.

"Since when did you start dressing for women?" I asked with a laugh.

"I'm in the fashion business, baby. I know what goes with who I am. And, I've always dressed for women, because women look at other women and judge what they wear...and I suppose it takes on a little more significance since I started having sex with them," she grinned.

As we rode the elevator down to the lobby about five minutes later, I continued to stare at Ann in the reflection of the door. In fact, I was a little disappointed when the door finally opened. But Ann smiled as I turned to look at her.

"You look fantastic too, baby," she said, acknowledging that she knew I had been looking at her.

Caught off guard, I said, "What?"

"You looked good in the door too. I love a man in just a white dress shirt. It's so sexy."

I was wearing a white, long sleeved dress shirt, and a pair of pleated Navy Dockers. It wasn't much, but it was as dressy as I could be with the wardrobe I'd brought along with me into the hotel. I had a couple of other things that were a little dressier, but they were in my other suitcase, which was at the bottom of a big pile of stuff still in the car.

I looked at Ann like she was nuts and said, "Really? A white dress shirt is sexy?"

Ann hugged my arm as we walked down the long marble floor, leaning her head against my shoulder. She batted her eyes at me and said, "It is when a woman puts it on later that night or the morning after."

~*~*~*~*~*~

The seafood restaurant that Shirley had recommended to Tina wasn't that hard to find, and thankfully, it wasn't that far to get to. In fact, it was so close to the hotel that it was actually inside it. And it wasn't really a seafood restaurant as much as it was a restaurant that had amazing seafood to go along with other incredible entrees on their menu. But it was known for its seafood, and that's what Ann and I had on our minds when we went in.

And we weren't disappointed. The food was magnificent, and so was the atmosphere. Ann and I were seated in a booth in a dimly lit corner in the back of the place, and we'd chosen to sit next to each other instead of across, wanting to be able to snuggle. I had slid in first, and I was against the wall to Ann's right. She was along the aisle, and we were facing the rest of the restaurant, our backs to the back wall. Ann had said she was cold when we first walked in, and I had my arm draped around her shoulder until our food arrived.

Ann warmed up pretty quickly once we started eating. But that had as much to do with the cute waiter we had named Eric. He kept staring at Ann, trying to catch glimpses of skin through the lace. It didn't hurt that the chill in the air, caused by the air conditioning being set on stun, had Ann's nipples harder than normal. They were pressing into the skintight fabric and announcing their presence. That wasn't lost on Eric. I actually caught him licking his lips once as he stared at Ann's chest, and then he quickly turned away.

Ann blushed at first, but I knew she liked being stared at. "I think you have an admirer," I said as I cracked open another crab leg.

"PUULLEASE! What is he, 16...17?"

"I'm sure he's older than that, Ann."

"Well he can't be more than 20."

"True...I'm guessing 20, 21...something like that. But he's older than 18."

"So...what's that mean?"

"It means he's legal. AND, it means he has great taste in women."

"You're not getting any ideas, are you?"

"I'm not Ann. I told you I don't want you to be with another man. But he is staring at you. And I find that interesting."

"Well...who can blame him, really?" Ann said, which was a little uncharacteristic for her.

I cracked up and said, "You know, maybe he's just staring because he's thinking that lavender isn't a good color on you."

Ann smacked my thigh with her hand, but she followed that by leaning over and kissing me. Her hand moved up my thigh, toward my crotch. "Very funny. I'm sure he's not thinking that. He's probably thinking about the same thing you're not supposed to be thinking about," she said as her fingers grazed my balls through my pants.

"What's that...fucking you?" I said with a grin.

Ann squeezed my balls playfully and said, "You promised! I meant he was thinking about what a great couple we are."

"Yeah...right. That's why you're hand is in my lap...because we make a great couple."

"I could always move my hand," Ann said as she rubbed my growing cock for just a second before moving back to my leg.

I was still trying to eat my dinner, but that became increasingly more difficult, since Ann had wolfed hers down. She wasn't trying to get me hard. Her hand was more on my thigh than on my crotch...but just feeling the heat of her palm through the thin material of my pants made my groin stir. Ann knew that, but she played innocent as she made small talk.

Cracking open another crab leg, I fished the meat out with my fingers and brought it to Ann's mouth, feeding her. She not only sucked down the morsel, she licked at my fingers. She was sucking on one when Eric came back to the table.

"Would you like to see our dessert menu?" he said automatically, his eyes watching Ann playfully suck my fingertips.

I pulled my fingers from Ann's mouth, her eyes never leaving his. Smacking her lips, she said, "Sorry about that. My fiancée was just having me try some of his crab. It's delicious."

Eric shook his head a little, like he was trying to shake out the image of what was running through his mind out of his brain. Refocusing, he said "Yes...it is. Now, how about that dessert menu?"

"You know, I don't think so Eric...what I could really use in another glass of water with lemon, please," Ann said with a smile. She and I both had ordered water for dinner. I'd asked if she wanted something more along the adult beverage line, but Ann said she had a surprise for us for later, so I decided to go with her lead.

Eric nodded and said, "Okay...you sir?"

"Nothing for me, thanks. I'm fine," I said was I went to take another bite of my baked potato.

"Very well. I'll be right back with your water and the bill," he said, turning heel and scampering away.

Ann giggled, and I looked over to her with my eyebrow arched. "What are you up to, Ann?"

She gripped my thigh tightly and said, "You said you didn't want me to be with another man. That doesn't mean I can't still flirt, does it?"

"No...but you're sending me mixed signals. I thought you didn't want to think about sex?"

Ann shrugged her shoulders and said, "Who am I kidding? Since we first got together, ALL I think about is sex."

"Me too," I said with a grin.

I was cracking another crab leg open when Ann spotted Eric walking toward us with her water and the leather wallet containing our bill. She looked at me, her eyes wide, and said, "Quick...feed me again!"

I did, and Eric walked up to our table to find Ann sucking on my fingers a second time. Ann was much more...well, sexual...in the way she played with my hand. When I went to pull it away, she extended her tongue, licking my fingertips quickly for just a second.

She looked at Eric as she swallowed the little piece I'd given her. "Ahh...that is good."

Eric smiled as he put her glass down in front of her and said, "I'm glad you like it Miss."

"Ann," she answered, to a question he really didn't ask.

"Pardon me?"

"My name is Ann, Eric. I've been calling you by your name all night...I think it's only fair you know who I am. And this is Neil," she said nodding toward me. At the same time, I felt her hand move off my thigh and return to my crotch, zeroing in on my shaft.

"Good evening Ann and Neil," he said, trying to be polite, and trying to figure out what she was doing. So was I.

"I was just telling Neil how much I love crab. But I never order it. I always order lobster when I can afford it," Ann said as I felt her fingers fumbling for my zipper. She slowly pulled at it, trying to make sure her arm didn't move too quickly.

I took a quick drink, trying not to panic when I realized what she was doing. I'm not sure what the look on my face was like, but Ann's was cool and calm. She was staring at Eric, who smiled politely and said, "Well, I can understand that?"

"Actually...I don't think you do. How could you? I haven't made my point yet."

Eric's smile turned to a question mark. He was obviously puzzled, and said, "I'm sorry...your...point?"

"Uh huh," Ann said all bubbly and happy, trying to deflect any concerns Eric might be having. "My point is...that crab legs taste just as good as lobster does to me."

"Uh...okay?" he said, still wondering what Ann was talking about.

Ann had finished pulling my zipper down, and she'd spread the opening of my fly wide. Reaching inside she found my shaft with her delicate fingers, and she slowly worked to extract my now raging hard on from the confines of my pants. As she did, she said, "I know that doesn't make sense to you. But think of it this way...you have to work for the food whether you're eating lobster or crab, right? You have to break them open."

"Yeah," Eric said, staring at Ann's nipples again.

"And once you break them open, you have to work even harder to get that meat out," Ann said, finally getting my cock freed. Her hand gripped my shaft, and she started slowly stroking it. "So, while I love crab, when I work that hard, I want my meat to be big and fat."

Ann squeezed my cock when she said that. I had to take a quick drink of water to keep from choking. Eric glanced in my direction for a second, but his eyes quickly reverted back to the smiling Ann. "That is a good point," he said, agreeing with Ann even when he didn't know what he was really agreeing to.

She nodded, and said, "I know. I love crab...but there's so little meat there. Once you've had lobster, and you pull out those big, tasty pieces of meat...they fill up my whole mouth! It makes me wonder why any woman would want crab when she could have a lobster." Ann squeezed my shaft again, and I knew she wasn't talking about crustaceans. She'd said 'any woman', not anybody or anyone. She was gender specific. Eric nodded, but he didn't seem to catch that little nuance. He was still too busy staring at the hard nubs poking into the thin fabric of Ann's dress.

Ann knew she was being leered at, and frankly, she reveled in it that feeling. She was basking in Eric's lustful gaze. And that made the fact that she was stroking my exposed cock underneath the table while he stood in front of us all the more exciting. He was so focused on Ann, he didn't notice what she was doing. I'm not even sure he heard what she was saying. He was just standing there with this big silly grin on his face.

But his head jerked a little when Ann leaned forward, putting her left elbow on the table as she cupped her chin in her hand. "Tell me, Eric...what kind of lover are you? Are you a crab, or a lobster?"

"Pardon me," he said in a brief moment of panic, "I'm not sure I heard that correctly."

"I asked you if you were a crab lover, or a lobster lover," Ann said with a wicked grin.

"Uh...I like...crab legs," Eric stammered.

Ann shifted her eyes quickly, down to the big bulge he had in his black dress pants, and then returning them to his eyes. "Huh...I guess I had that wrong. I would have pegged you as a lobster man for sure."

He started to say something, but I broke in and said, "I could use another water now, Eric," as I shook my empty glass in front of him.

"Oh...okay," he said, scurrying away like a scared cat.

Ann turned to me with a laugh and said, "Why did you chase him away? I was having fun."

"Because, it's really is empty...see?" I said holding the glass containing just some leftover ice and the used lemon slice.

"Why don't you hand that to me...and I'll see if I can get you to fill it," she said as she started stroking me more deliberately.

A vision of Tina and me on the plane, her jacking me off underneath a blanket as we flew to the East Coast passed through my mind. Particularly the part where she stuck the tip of my dick into the ice as I came. I set the glass down, and said, "I think I'd rather wait and fill something else."

"Mmmmm...that sounds inviting," Ann said as she slowed down her strokes again.

My cock was pulsing in her hand, and yet for whatever reason, I wasn't nervous about getting caught. Ann was actually being very discrete, and I sat back a little and relaxed, waiting for Eric to return with the water I didn't really need, so he could take the check and my money.

We looked across the horizon of the restaurant. Instead of Eric walking towards us, there was a woman. A very sexy woman. One that made both Ann and I catch our breath as we realized she was looking directly at us.

She was about 5'7", and she was stunning. She was beautiful. She was exotic. She was...out of place. Her dark, olive skin, and long, silky black hair gave her a look that didn't seem to belong in a restaurant in the middle of Utah. Yet there she was, strutting towards us in her white terrycloth shorts jumpsuit.

It reminded me of the yellow one Ann had worn our last night together in Indiana, except it was a different material. As the woman walked, I was mesmerized by her braless tits, which were bouncing freely underneath the stretched cloth of her outfit. Her zipper was pulled down enough to make sure she was showing her cleavage in a sexy, yet tasteful way. She wasn't huge...her tits seemed much like Ann's, around a 34C. But they were just as perky, and her nipples were hard, poking at the fabric as it hugged the outline of her chest. Just seeing the hint of the inside of her breasts made my cock pulse even harder.

Her long legs were toned, and she wore white 4-inch spiked heels, which made her look even sexier in her outfit. Her long hair came to the middle of her back, and it was flowing as she walked. She flashed a big toothy smile, along with a pair of brown eyes that rivaled Ann's in their beauty. They were sultry and smoky the way she had her eye shadow perfectly applied.

She stopped abruptly at our table, making her tits jiggle a little before they settled perfectly in place in front of my eyes. "Hi, are you Ann?" she asked, in a voice that was sweet and lilting

"Yeeesss," Ann answered warily.

She smiled brighter, and said, "I'm Maryam...your masseuse."

"Oh...Hi," Ann said, looking at me. We were both a stunned, and it showed on our faces.

Maryam smiled and said, "I know...you were expecting a guy. You're surprised."

"Pleasantly," I said with a wide grin.

Maryam shot a smile back at me, and then she looked at Ann. "We have an appointment together at 10:00." I looked at my watch, and we still had over 30 minutes before they were to get together. Maryam saw me checking the time, and she said, "I know...I'm a bit early. But you're my last appointment of the night, and I was wondering if you wanted to get started early...we can still go until the regular time. I won't charge you extra. I just didn't want to be sitting around waiting. But if it's too soon, I..."

"Do you mind, baby?" Ann said, looking at me. I could feel the excitement in her eyes, and in the grip she had on my cock as she stopped pumping my shaft and just squeezed it.

"No...go ahead. I'll see you back at the room," I said with a soft groan.

Ann leaned over and kissed me quickly. Her lips felt hot, like they were ablaze, the connection electric as she lingered for just a moment.

"Thanks baby. I'll make it up to you later...I promise," she said as she got up and turned towards Maryam. "I'll just run upstairs and change, and I can meet you..."

"Ann...it's a FULL...body massage. What you're wearing is fine. You'll be in a robe once we get to my room."

"You're room?" Ann asked with the innocence of a child.

"Yeah...the hotel gives me a room to use. I can't very well be massaging the guests in the lobby, now can I? The room is on the first floor near the pool. Come on, let's go get you relaxed," she said, holding out her hand.

I was surprised when Ann took it...and I watched the two of them walk away hand in hand. Ann appeared to be a little nervous. But suddenly, so was I. My cock was still hard as a rock, and sticking out of my pants. And after seeing Maryam, and how she walked away with Ann, it had a life of its own. But now, Ann wasn't there to block me on that side, and I knew it was going to be a little bit before I'd be able to get it back inside my pants and zip up.

When I saw Eric returning, I crossed my legs and covered my lap with my napkin. He seemed relieved that Ann wasn't at the table, his relaxed smile showing as he reached for the leather wallet on the table and asked, "Can I take this for you sir?"

Feeling my cock pulsing underneath the cloth covering it, I knew I was still a long way from being able to leave. "You know, Eric...maybe I WILL have a look at that dessert menu."