In the restaurant

Restaurant Madness.

We had such a wild sexual fantasy that we were coming up with increasingly bizarre ideas.

Jola, for example, sensed that I liked her telling me made-up erotic stories. She always did it with such conviction and talent that I wasn't entirely sure if she was making it up or telling the truth.

I asked her about her progress at university, and she replied:

"We had a problem with a certain professor. He was sucking cocks into almost everyone. But one of them found a way to get over him. It turned out he'd do anything for a young pussy, almost anything.

After that introduction, he was already hard on me." Seeing this, Jola slowly took off her pants and sat on top of me, facing away from me.

"What was that way of dealing with the professor?

" "Very simple: for giving him a blowjob, the girl got a B, and for giving her pussy, an A.

" "Now the professor is still sucking cocks—but not for the journal," I replied.

"Well, you could say that," she replied, fiddling with my zipper.

"What did you get in that class?

" "I needed to raise my average and I wasn't about to take him in my mouth. So I knocked on his door and promised him that if he gave me an A, I'd show him something new.

He closed the door, and I sat him down in the armchair, took off my pants and panties, and did just that.

Then my Jola lifted her ass and sat on my cock, pushing it all the way up her ass. I was surprised by this move, so spontaneously, without preparation or caresses. Jola rode me with her tight hole, but sighed as she continued.

"It wasn't difficult because his penis was as big as your biggest finger. I fucked him all the way, then got dressed, and he gave me an A for creativity.

" "Didn't the girls ask what you have to do for an A?

" "They did, I said you just have to study and have it in your ass.

" "And now you have me there, and I'm about to fill you up."

"That's all I'm waiting for, my love." A few more sharp thrusts, and I had to hug and kiss her. Strange thoughts raced through my head. Why was today so different, and I pushed myself into her ass without ceremony?

Everything became clear: my darling was on her period and cravings for madness. The only way to reconcile this was Greek love. Her slit already contained one intruder – a tampon. She knew me well enough to know that such a story would evoke the right reaction. All I had to do was prepare well in advance and direct my thoughts in the right direction. Isn't that an art form in itself? I love her for that.

There's also a certain story in the restaurant, which involves a little voyeurism and a little Jola's stories. This adventure resonated throughout our later sex lives.

We had a big anniversary coming up. I decided to invite Jola to a restaurant that day. It would be a bargain, but it was quite elegant.

Of course, everything at our place was laced with sex. So this time, too, Jola received new underwear as a gift. Don't be surprised; after all, you buy it for yourself, so it's worth the investment. There was a beautifully decorated table, an elegant waiter, and wonderful delicacies. We already had something else in mind; I saw it in my girlfriend's eyes.

"Honey, remember that movie SLIVER with Sharon Stone?

" "I remember something.

" "Are you wearing that underwear you recently got?

" "I do.

" "So, show me that bra now.

" "I knew you'd come up with something. I can always count on you in situations like this."

She wore a long dress buttoned up to her neck, so it was quite a challenge. She deftly unbuttoned her dress, slowly revealing her charms. When she reached her breasts, she leaned forward a bit so I could get a better look. Maybe someone was watching us, although it wasn't crowded and we didn't care anyway. I saw the promised breasts in the bra, and I was already thinking about something else.

"And the panties, honey?

" "What, the panties, do you want to see?

" "I want them right here and now." She just smiled. This time, the long slit on the side of her dress made things a bit easier. She rolled the dress up to the other side of her thigh, slid her hands under the dress, and lifting her ass, pulled out the panties.

"Here," she said, handing them to me over the table for everyone to see.

"I won, just like in the movie.

" "No, honey, this is my movie. See that guy behind me on the left? Show him your pussy.

" "That wasn't in the script.

" "I told you this is my movie."

The guy was sitting alone at the table and was clearly interested in us.

"So, honey, are you giving up?"

She didn't say anything, just turned over, looked flirtatiously at the guy, and moved the bottom of her dress again so that her knees were visible. Then she placed her hands on the insides of her thighs, pulled them higher, pushing her dress aside and parting her thighs. If I could see everything so clearly, he had something to see too. Smooth thighs, caressed by her hands, parted, and between them lay dark, curly curls, always trimmed so that it was obvious whether her shell was just damp or still parted. This time, it was only damp, but the view was still promising. She tucked her magnificent legs under the table. Her hands brushed her dress.

And Jola declared,

"I win, end of scenario."

I was about to nod when a guest, charmed by Jola, approached us.

"Can I buy you a drink and sit down for a moment?"

I looked at Jola, and she nodded, so I agreed.

He got straight to the point.

"Tell me, my dear, where did you find such a chick? Not only is she gorgeous, but she's also devilishly seductive and daring."

I winked at her knowingly and replied,

"I bought her for tonight, she's an exclusive young lady; I have a holiday today, and I went wild."

I kept glancing at Jola. If she got mad, I'd back out. I could only see her trying not to laugh.

"How much does such a pleasure cost, may I ask?"

"This gentleman," Jola replied, "paid only a thousand zlotys, but only for the restaurant.

" "And what if I add two more so we can all go to my place now?"

This completely caught us off guard; we didn't know what to say. The guy was intelligent enough to finish his drink and leave us to think.

"Want to try it?" Jola asked.

"And you?" I replied.

After a moment, I replied,

"I only love you, and it doesn't matter what we do, but on the other hand, it might turn out you prefer him more than me."

"Sure, I'm already in love with him."

"So, my dears, have you discussed this?" he asked, approaching again.

"Today doesn't really suit me," Jola replied, "maybe another time.

" "Maybe, here's my card, you don't have to worry about anything from me." "Now I have to find a real girl to go with me tonight; your girlfriend has really warmed me up,"

he said, winking at me knowingly.

And we had another topic to talk about, because, to be honest, we almost ended up at his house. I folded his card and put it in my pocket. Seeing this, Jola smiled at me and whispered,

"Worms, worms are in your head, and they'll creep up on me later. "

After a moment, she added,

"Let him wander around, that's not the kind of thing I'm thinking about."

"What, what, darling, will you tell me?" I asked.