Anna and Arin: Eating Out

The only sound in the car was the soft bumps in the road and the anxious tapping of Arin's fingers on the passenger side door. He had been fidgeting all the way to the restaurant. Anna allowed him one more tap before she spoke up, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"Would you rather turn around and go home? The world won't implode if we beg off a work dinner," she said, turning off the engine and glancing around the busy parking lot.

"No. I um...well I can't miss it. Besides, it won't take that long," he said giving her a tense smile.

"Well, you did beg me to come and insisted on buying this lovely dress. How could I say no?" She teased, reaching to fix a stray hair on his temple.

"You just like making me beg," he said with a wink.

In no time at all, Arin was standing by the driver's side door and offering her his hand. When they reached the bustling restaurant, Arin's posture immediately shifted. The softness in his eyes was replaced with a mask of seriousness. His whole body was suddenly tense. Even after all of the things they had done together, she was still surprised when this version of him resurfaced.

They had some difficulty finding a hostess in the chaos, allowing Anna time to remove her jacket and scan the room as she always liked to do in these situations. She enjoyed seeing couples in a public setting and the little unspoken conversations between them. A brush of the hand, a soft smile, every small gesture was practically dripping with emotion.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Arin's voice in her ear. He had located his friends without the need of a hostess and ushered her over to a table toward the back of the restaurant. It was a smaller group than she had anticipated, four men and two women. They were dressed as if they had just come from teaching a class and none of them had brought a date. She glanced down at the fancy red dress with plunging cleavage Arin had chosen for her and offered her brightest smile to the small group. It seemed her pet didn't need a plus one for a work dinner at all. He was showing her off to his friends like a prize.

"Sorry, we're a little late. Traffic," Arin said, taking his seat next to Anna. "This is...Anna..my girl err friend," he sputtered, making sure to leave a tiny pause between the last two words. She wondered if he was trying to be sly. Anna recognized the person across from her at the table instantly. She was the young woman he had been chatting with when the two of them had first met. The woman hid her jealousy well under a tight ball of politeness, but it was obvious she would much rather be the woman on Arin's arm.

When Anna flashed Arin a hard look before the main course was served, his face flushed. There was a small flicker of panic behind his dashing grin when she excused herself from the table. Thankfully, the restaurant had quieted down a bit, and so the bathroom was easily accessible. She waited exactly five minutes before texting him.

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Arin watched Anna carefully out of the corner of his eye as long as he could before she disappeared. Something in the way she had looked at him before she left the table was disquieting. Yes, he probably should have warned her about Grace being here and the whole "girlfriend" thing could have been handled a little more delicately but it was too late for that now. He nodded and chuckled at something Jamir had said, having no idea what he was agreeing to, and took a peek at his phone. When it buzzed in his hand he almost jumped. The text read:

"Meet me in the women's room. Now."

His face felt hot as he stared at the words on the screen and his mouth was dry. Surely she didn't mean inside the women's room. He discretely sent a reply asking if she meant outside the women's room, taking a big gulp from his wine glass. Several minutes drug on and it became clear she wasn't going to respond.

When he rose from the table he had to be careful not to give himself away. The women's room was visible from the table. Of course, she would have known that. If he wasn't so nervous he would have chuckled.

He knocked quietly, then looked around to make sure no one saw. Before he could knock again she was pulling him into the bathroom and shutting the door behind them. He opened his mouth to speak but was rammed against the door. His breath was heavy now and the cock that she had claimed months ago twitched in his pants. Her face gave away no clues as to what she was about to do but he had a feeling it was going to be more than a friendly chat.

"Is there anything you'd like to say to me, Arin?" she said, crossing her arms over the cleavage he couldn't help but ogle. His palms pressed back against the door to steady himself.

"Um...n-no...I don't think so. Apparently, you do though," he said, forcing an endearing smile that usually worked with her. This time it didn't.

"I'm your girlfriend?" She nodded to the dress he had picked out for her. "A cute little date to show off to the boys? Haven't we discussed this?"

"I'm sorry...it...it's not like that. It's just that they've all noticed how I'm more relaxed and they have been wanting to meet you. What we are is too complicated to explain. That seemed simpler." He drew in a deep breath before continuing. "Anna...I've never been more proud than when I entered with you in that dress holding my arm."

The scowl on her face evaporated and she dropped her arms to her side, looking at him with soft brown eyes. She inhaled deeply and seemed to be fighting a smile as she continued.

"Still...you didn't think to mention Ms. "not really my girlfriend" would be here sitting across from us at the table all night? That wasn't something I should have been told?"

He cringed at her words and nodded in acknowledgment. He hadn't thought about it beforehand but could see how that would be awkward for her. Fighting the urge to walk over to her, he bit his bottom lip and chose his words carefully.

"I didn't think I needed to. It's more like Grace is just one of the guys to me. I've seen her like that since that first night with you."

Anna searched his face carefully with narrowed eyes before finally giving him a nod. She turned toward the mirror behind her and reapplied her lipstick, not glancing in his direction at all. The argument seemed to be over as easily as that. Maybe she could sense his sincerity as intuitively as she could sense his arousal. It seemed that she had a sixth sense for his emotions and needs, even when he didn't understand them himself.

He focused on her long dark curls and the way her waist tapered as to accentuate every feminine curve. That dress showed off every detail. Everything about her made him hunger for more. When she finally spoke again, he was already dying to touch the ache in his pants.

"What we are is complicated hmm? Is that your way of saying you'd rather have something else?" She was teasing him now. He could tell by that wicked little grin on her face. His heart skipped a beat at her tone, and he couldn't help but fidget when she walked closer to him. Her eyes seemed to be looking directly into his soul. The nearness of her was intoxicating. "Ahmmm...I'm not sure I know what you mean..something else?" He knew exactly what she meant.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend, Arin? Would that make you happy?" she purred, reaching to trace his bottom lip with her thumb.

"Yes...yes it would, Anna."

"And you want me to be your little girlfriend? You want to sneak off to the bathroom to kiss and talk about our feelings for each other?" she asked, sarcasm swimming in her voice as she traced his neck.

"Yes...no...I don't know. I mean yea, I'd like that if you were like that...but you aren't. You're exciting in a way I've never known."

She laughed at him and shook her head as if he'd said something ridiculous. Then her eyes lit up as if she'd just had a devious idea. Arin had seen that look a few times now and it had always been followed by something that made him both uncomfortable and completely aroused.

"If you couldn't have both...if you HAD to choose?" She stared into his eyes, reaching to unbuckle his pants with soft fingertips. "would you want me to slip to my knees and please you with my mouth or continue with our little games?"

Her question took him completely by surprise. The idea of her on her knees sounded about as conceivable as pigs flying. Anna wasn't the sort to kneel for anyone. Still, the idea of her mouth on his...she snapped her fingers, causing him to pay attention to her question. Could she really be giving him this option?

"Why can't it be both? Both sound...really good," he said with a playful smile. Her fingers were so close.

"Because I said so. Choose now or it will be neither." She leaned in very close until their lips were nearly touching then slid her soft hand over his now throbbing cock. "Which will it be, Arin? Do you want a Domme or a girlfriend?"

"I...I like the way things are with you...the way they've been," he groaned, pressing against her touch.

She squeezed his cock a little too tightly and giving him a look that could melt steel. "That's not an answer. Say it out loud. Tell me which one you choose."

Arin had to take a deep breath to steady himself, his thoughts were racing almost as much as his heart. When finally he spoke, he barely recognized the soft voice that left his lips. It was the tone that always seemed to overwhelm him when he was alone with her and under her spell.

"I want a Domme. I want YOU to be my Domme."

She smiled triumphantly, pulling away from him and leaving him a jumbled pile of nerves against the bathroom door.

"Good boy. You'd be bored within a day if you chose a girlfriend anyway. We both know that."

"I guess so. I didn't really know that. Before you," he muttered.

There were two stalls in the bathroom, one was visible from the doorway, and the other was far larger and more private. When she slipped into the visible stall, he wondered if that was his cue to leave her alone and return to the table. He had already started to turn around before she ordered him to come to her. At first, when she had given him that order he would hesitate. Now it seemed second nature to do as he was told.

He stepped forward, trying not to glance at the more private and roomy stall. When she slipped her black lace panties down and sat on the toilet, spreading her legs open for him to see, his heart nearly stopped. Her eyes. Her sex. He didn't know which one to focus on so his attention kept darting from one to the other.

Finally, she cleared her throat and pointed to the filthy floor, making her unspoken order clear. Man, she loved to see him on his knees and these were his new gray wool pants. He'd never get the stains out. Wait. What was he thinking? Who cared about pants?

He crawled to her just as he had done several times before, eyes staring deep into hers. There was something so mysterious about the way she looked sitting on that toilet. He didn't even know that was possible. Finally, her scent filled his nose and he was sitting on the floor, face to face with her sex. So close he could almost taste it.

"I didn't bother locking the door. I do hope you don't mind the possibility of an audience," she whispered, grabbing his head and pushing it closer to both the toilet and her pussy. "Doesn't it feel nice to be filthy with me, pet?"

All he could do was moan and nod, breathing in her scent. His fingers found her soft legs and finally his mouth was able to brush against the lips of her pussy. Her hands grasped his head in place as a stream of hot liquid rained down over his lips and chin. Arin moaned her name into the toilet, pulling back slightly to meet her eyes. Never had he even considered pee play but here he was pressing his erection against a dirty public toilet. She released her grip, allowing him to decide what he'd like to do with the rest of her stream. Her eyes were soft and gentle as she allowed him time to consider. That was what he loved most about this, it was his choice even if she was giving the orders. Sometimes he couldn't believe how deeply he trusted her.

Neither of them wanted him to stop. That much was clear. Leaning forward, one hand slipping into his lap, he drank from her as if she were giving him the last drops of water on earth. Her soft moans made it hard not to cum then and there. After her steady stream tapered off to a trickle, he kissed and licked every inch of her clean.

"You did say you wanted to eat out," she gasped, a small relaxed smile on her lips.

"Mhmm, and I intend to."

Her hand returned to guide his head as soft moans echoed off the bathroom walls. Anna was now grinding against him, one hand in his hair and the other steadying herself in the stall. He could feel how close she was. It was evident by the shivering that was now overtaking her. His hand slowed to a stop, reaching to grip both of her hips and draw her nubbin into his mouth to suck gently.

The faint sound of knocking registered somewhere in the back of his mind but nothing mattered more than her release at that moment. Nothing existed but the warmth of her thighs and the intoxicating taste of the most private parts of his Anna.

She came violently, barely balancing on the edge of the toilet. He had heard her cum many times in their time together but there was something different about this orgasm. It was complete and utter release. The way she looked at him when she finally released him from her thighs was breathtaking.

There was one more knock and Anna gathered herself in time to shut the stall door before someone came in. They both snickered quietly when they realized shutting the door did nothing to hide his long legs poking out under the stall. When she rose to offer her hand there was a whole new air between them. He wasn't quite sure what, but some small part within her seemed to have broken open.

When they returned to the table hand in hand, the conversation had turned to politics and the state of the economy. Jamir, the only business professor in the group was making several good points, but all Arin could think about was the nearness of Anna and the strong taste of her on his tongue.

Everyone drank a little too much. Arin ate the best food he'd had in a very long time but nothing compared to the look she was giving him whenever their eyes met. Finally, after a couple more hours of conversation and a promise to get together again soon, they were able to take their leave.

The muggy summer night was jarring compared to the air-conditioned restaurant. Arin's head felt just a little woozy and he immediately regretted not using the bathroom before he left. That last glass of wine was one too many. Scanning the street, he noticed a little coffee shop and suggested they stop in to have a sobering cup. Even tipsy, she deduced that he wanted a bathroom much worse than he wanted caffeine. She grinned and shook her head, pointing to a dark alley beside them. "Are you too good to use the ground, pet?" she teased, tugging him into the dark unknown once more.

They were both fumbling around in the darkness when she turned on the flashlight of her phone and pointed to a spot beside a dumpster. He could feel the hot blush on his cheeks as he pulled down his fly and relieved himself in the designated spot. When he finished, she laughed and put away her phone. Okay, maybe they were a bit more than tipsy.

He reached out and took her hand to lead her back to the well-lit street, but she resisted, turning to lean against a building instead. Anna pulled him against her, pressing her soft lips against his neck. Every inch of him was tingling. She smelled like peaches and cream, and her skin was hot against his fingertips. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, she was unbuttoning his pants and wrapping her long legs around him. In one fluid movement, he lifted her in his arms and was guided inside her. Her arms wrapped around his neck to steady herself. They moved in slow strong thrusts, each one perfectly timed with each other. He had been on edge all day and the need for release was growing with every thrust.

"Please. Oh, gawd Anna. May I cum?" he found himself whining against her neck. He couldn't wait another minute. One more of her moans in his ear and he'd lose it.

"Yesss. Cum. With. Me," she grunted, tightening her grip around him as they both tensed.

They were both gasping for breath when he released her from his grip. Somehow their shaky legs held them up long enough to leave the alley and catch an Uber home. During the ride, she leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed contently.

"I'll need you to go get my car tomorrow morning. I have an appointment," she breezed, slipping a hand into his lap.

"Of course. I'll do it first thing, Goddess" he replied, surprised at how easily that last word slipped out.

"You've never called me that before, pet," She said, chuckling at the funny look on the Uber driver's face. It seemed the young man couldn't help but stare at them. Her fingers moved to unzip Arin's pants. "I like it."