Ecstasy (9 page)

Charlie turned and smiled at her. “I was going to wait to give it to you until we went inside, but now’s as good a time as any, I suppose.” He opened the bag so that she could look into it.

“A pair of panties?” she said and looked up at him in confusion.

He nodded. “I want you to put them on.”

“Now?”

“Once we get inside, go to the restroom and change out of the panties you’re wearing.”

Candace felt her face turn red. “And then what?”

He shrugged. “And then we’ll eat and enjoy each other’s company.” He handed her the bag, then pulled her back up the steps towards the restaurant.

“Let’s go inside. I’m starved,” he said, and she had no other choice but to follow him.

Candace wondered how it was possible for her pussy to already be soaking wet when all she had done was say a few sentences to the guy. He was turning her into a walking orgasm, for god’s sake.

They stepped into the foyer of the beautiful restaurant and he whispered in her ear, “I think the bathroom is just down the hall to the left.”

A shiver ran down her spine – not fear, but anticipation - as his breath stroked her cheek and she obediently headed off to the ladies room, plastic bag in hand.

Once in a stall, she took a deep breath and wondered if she should cut bait and run before she got in any deeper than she could handle.

But then she thought about the hundred pages she had already written of her new book and how well it was going, and she knew that a true professional should be willing to give everything to her work, to try anything if it had the potential of enhancing her art. So after listening carefully to make sure no one else was in the bathroom, she slid her red silk panties off of her bare legs, folded them neatly, and slid them into her gold hand-purse. Gingerly opening the plastic bag, she pulled out a black thong.

“Is this it?” she whispered to herself in the bathroom stall, as she turned it this way and that, poking her hand back into the bag to see if there was something else.

Wondering what the big deal was about the thong, and knowing it was bound to be something good if Charlie was behind it, with her heart racing, Candace slipped her feet into the thong. Settling the panties up on her hips she let her skirt fall back down over her hips to her knees.

Wadding up the plastic bag into a ball, she stuffed it into the garbage can in her stall and stepped back out under the fluorescent lighting above the sink. Taking one last look at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked pretty confident considering how jumpy she felt. She grabbed her purse from the counter in front of the mirror and pushed the bathroom door open.

She rounded the corner and headed back into the entryway, careful to walk slowly so she wouldn’t trip in her very high heels and make a fool of herself. She looked up and saw Charlie watching her carefully and she gave him a little grin. He reached into his right pocket and suddenly, she felt tingles, pulses between her legs.

She stopped dead in her tracks, propped herself up against the wall with her left hand and closed her eyes, trying to determine what had just happened to her.

She felt as if she had just sat down on a vibrator! Not that she would know firsthand what that would feel like, since she didn’t own any self-stimulants, but she couldn’t disregard the quivering sensation between her legs.

Comprehension dawned on her and she opened her eyes to meet Charlie’s gaze.

He looked like a lion who had just captured a milk truck.

He held his hand out to her as he met her halfway down the hallway and said, “Good. I’m glad you did what I asked you to do. Now let’s go eat.”

“Eat?” Candace asked him, her voice squeaky, off its normal pitch. “We’re really going to eat?”

The next thing she knew, the hostess was seating them at a table by the window, and Charlie was ordering drinks for them.

“This is a joke, right?” she asked him, half-hoping he’d say,
Yes, go put your regular panties on and then we’ll head back to my place so I can fuck your brains out
, but mostly hoping he’d press the button on his little remote control again to send her into orbit.

“There are a lot of strangers in the room with us, aren’t there?” he said rather wickedly.

Her mouth fell open. She quickly moved to shut it, intent on keeping her cool even though this third lesson of theirs was already moving far beyond their last lesson, far beyond her realm of comfort, far beyond anything she ever thought to encounter in her lifetime.

And here I thought I had experienced everything with him on Saturday,
she mused silently as she pretended to study the menu. The words were a blur, and when the waiter came to take their order she couldn’t seem to open her mouth. Thankfully, Charlie ordered for them both.

Candace was on pins and needles as she waited for the next surge of energy on her pussy lips, as she waited for Charlie to gratify and simultaneously embarrass her across the table. She was already incredibly wet, just from seeing Charlie, from the one jolt he had already given her, and from the sensual promise she read in his eyes.

“So, how was the rest of your day?” he asked her innocently, as if he didn’t hold the control to her entire world in the pocket of his wool slacks.

She opened her mouth to reply, but her mouth was as dry as her pussy was wet. She reached for her water glass and as she lifted the cool rim to her lips, Charlie put his weapon of pleasure to use again.

The sensations that washed through her were so intense she nearly dropped her glass. Suavely, Charlie reached for the glass and slid it from her fingers back to the table without spilling a drop. She gripped the edge of the table and rode the waves of pleasure her panties were giving her under her skirt.

Charlie let off his cunt controller—as she was beginning to think of it now that she knew the absolute power he wielded over her—a second later when the waiter dropped off two glasses of champagne and two small salads.

Candace looked around at the other diners in the posh restaurant and wondered if any of them had noticed her writhing in her seat. From the expressions on their faces, she didn’t think anyone had, thank god.

Charlie speared a crisp slice of tomato and held it out for her across the table. “Taste this,” he said, and she noted he was holding the fork with his left hand, so she shook her head.

“No thank you,” she said as formally as she could under the circumstances.

He took his right hand out of his pocket and put it on the table. “Look, both hands are free now.” He held out the tomato slice again. “I want to watch your teeth and lips take in this plump, juicy tomato,” he urged her and this time she acquiesced.

But as she began to open her mouth to slide the sweet fruit off of his fork, the buzzing on her clit began in earnest. This time, she was too close to the edge to fight off the explosion.

A low sound came from her throat, and she clenched the edge of the table so tightly the skin on her knuckles turned white.

“Let it go,” Charlie implored her softly across the table.

Candace closed her eyes and let the waves of intense pleasure suck her into the abyss once again. Little whimpers escaped from her mouth, no matter how hard she tried to hold them back. She was dimly aware of Charlie’s intent gaze as he watched her come.

Just as her orgasm had rocked all the way through her, turning her completely inside-out, their waiter approached their table with a concerned look on his face.

“Is everything all right here?”

Charlie let off the controls and looked expectantly at her, waiting for her answer. She smiled tremulously at the waiter and said, “Yes. Thank you. Everything’s fine,” hoping he would just get the hell away from the table and leave them alone.

Instead the waiter said, much to her ongoing chagrin, “It's just the look on your face while you were eating was—“

Their young waiter seemed stuck on searching for just the right word to describe the public agony of her sexual release, so she jumped in and said, “The tomato was
so incredibly good.
” She hoped her performance was a believable one.

Finally, he smiled at her and bowed a little, saying, “Good. Great. Your main courses should be out in just a few minutes,” before he walked away.

“You really are an A+ student,” Charlie said as she touched at the corners of her mouth with her napkin.

She couldn’t decide if she was furious with him or falling harder for him than ever before. She decided to keep things light until she decided.

“And you are quite the inventive teacher, aren’t you?”

He raised an eyebrow and slid the small remote control across the table.

She looked at him in surprise. “Why are you giving this to me?”

He reached for it again, saying, “I’m happy take it back if you want,” but she grabbed it a split second before he did.

“No. I think it’s better if I’ve got this with me for the rest of the meal.” She slid the remote control onto her lap and put it underneath her napkin.

He laughed and ate a bite of his salad, washing it down with a sip of champagne before saying, “When I tell you to, I want you to press the on button.”

“Are you crazy?”

It was one thing for him to drive her wild in public, but it was unthinkable for her to do the very same thing to herself!

He stared deeply into her eyes, his pupils slightly dilated, his breathing heavy and slow.

“Now.”

She stared back at him, willing herself to stay strong, to stick to the only sense of herself she had even known, and shook her head once.

“I said now,” he repeated in a clear, firm voice.

“No,” she said as her heart raced straight to her throat and got stuck there.

“I’m only going to say it one more time,” he said, his voice and face devoid of all expression. “Push the button right now.”

And this time, she knew she had no choice but to obey him, although she wondered what delicious way he would punish her if she disobeyed him. In any case, she didn’t have the strength for disobedience. Considering she was on the verge of coming just from the sound of his voice, she figured she may as well go for the whole damn thing. For that matter, she didn’t want to look too deeply into the fact that her finger had been trembling over the on button ever since she slipped it beneath her napkin.

She took a deep breath that quickly turned shallow, pressed the button and turned the machine in her panties on. As she did so, Charlie said in too low a voice for anyone but her to hear, “I want you to keep your eyes open. Look at me while you’re coming. And keep holding down that button no matter what else happens.”

Candace felt hot, slick liquid pool between her legs as she digested his words. She trained her eyes on him, and every time she was tempted to shut him out, to experience this radical pleasure all by herself, he said, “Open up, Candy. Open up.”

She lifted her heavy lids and instinctively widened her legs underneath the table, opening everything up for the man she was falling for heedlessly.

Candace was on the brink of bursting when the waiter arrived with their dishes. She was tempted to turn off the machine purring away on her clit, she began to lift her finger off the button, but Charlie’s eyes held her in some sort of magnetic pull, so she continued to hold the switch down.

As she continued to detonate in her seat, the waiter set down their plates and then since they were obviously ignoring him, he stepped away from the table again without a word.

Charlie whispered, “You’re so beautiful,” and it was enough to make her close her eyes and fall back into her chair, holding onto the remote for dear life as she fell deeper and deeper into the void.

When she finally resurfaced, it took her several long moments to figure out what had happened, to remember where she was. All she knew was that Charlie was with her, as he had been for every one of the best sexual releases she had ever experienced.

She took in his broad grin across the table, and the expectant, slightly nervous look on his face suddenly made her want to shout out with happiness.

“Wow,” Charlie said. “That was more intense than I thought it would be.” He looked a little worried as he said, “Are you angry with me?”

“Nope,” she said matter of factly. “It was a great lesson. At least as good as one and two.” Taking a sip of champagne she leaned closer to him across the table and said, “I have to tell you, I can’t wait to find out what you have planned for lesson four.”

The look of surprise on Charlie’s face turned into laughter and he relaxed back into his chair.

“You certainly are full of surprises,” he said with obvious appreciation.

Candace just smiled a new I’m-All-Woman-So-Watch-Out smile. She waved the waiter over to their table.

“Could you pack up our food into a doggy bag and leave it up at the front desk?” she asked him sweetly. “We just remembered a meeting we need to be at right away.” Reaching into her purse, she threw a wad of twenty-dollar bills onto the table and stood up.

She held out her hand to Charlie. “Come with me,” she said in a husky voice.

He rearranged the enormous bulge in his trousers and slid the chair back to stand up. Candace folded her small hand into his large, warm one and a shiver ran up her spine.

She was being so naughty! She hardly recognized herself as the woman she’d been for the past twenty-eight years.

Stepping outside into the ocean breeze, laughter bubbled up through her. Kicking off her shoes, she pulled Charlie along towards the grove of trees several hundred yards from the restaurant. They walked in silence until they reached the small forest.

Candace ducked her head to get under the branches of the nearest cypress tree and stepped inside to find a small clearing of soft, white sand in the middle of the circle of huge trees.

She turned to Charlie, who had followed her into the center of the grove, and put her hands on either side of his gorgeous face. Standing on her tippy-toes she tilted her neck to nip at his lips with her teeth. She tasted the salty breeze on them with her tongue.