Ecstasy (A Contemporary Romance) (9 page)

She couldn’t help the flicker of
disappointment when it didn’t look like that was going to happen.
There was no way he could ply her with a dildo in a restaurant, was
there?

Besides, wasn’t learning about having sex in
new locations lesson four, not lesson three?

She checked her makeup and outfit one last
time before stepping out of the car. The previous Saturday at his
house, he had seen her under forgiving candlelight and fire glow.
As the sun hadn’t set yet and he was going to see her in full
daylight, she wanted him to think she was pretty.

She had dressed a little more risqué tonight
than she usually would have for a date. She shook her head.
This
is not a date
, she reminded herself again. He was her mentor
and she was his apprentice.

If she read anything more into it than
professional education, she was going to end up with a broken
heart. Candace figured she already had enough of those as it
was.

Nonetheless, she had dug out a gold-sequined
tank top from the bottom drawer of her dresser and paired it with a
flirty black skirt, which brushed the tops of her kneecaps when she
walked. She had swept her ginger curls up onto the top of her head
with a gold clip and wore small gold-hoop earrings on her lobes.
The final touch to her outfit was a pair of frivolous spike-heeled
black and gold sandals that she had never had the nerve to wear
before.

She left the parking lot and walked up the
pathway to the beach. Charlie was waiting for her on the steps to
the sand, looking out to the Pacific Ocean. She noticed he had a
plastic shopping bag in his hand and shivered, wondering what was
inside of it.

She put her hand on his arm and he turned
around to face her with a huge smile on his gorgeous face.

“Candy,” he said, “You look amazing.”

She blushed. “Thank you. So do you.”

He looked better than ever, which was really
quite a feat considering how incredible he had looked the two other
times she had been with him. He had dressed up slightly, wearing
navy blue light-wool slacks and a pink pin-striped long-sleeved
Ralph Lauren shirt.

He slipped her hand into his and was moving
towards the front door of the restaurant. She pulled back slightly,
saying “I’m curious about what you’ve got in the plastic bag.”

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.