The Librarian – Dinner and a Show

Read part 1 of the Librarian series here.

He arrives at 6:55. I can’t help but be surprised by the slight tingle I get from his punctuality. It’s been too long since I’ve had the desire to fuck a man, but his responses were so natural, so perfect, I can’t seem to think of anything else. I don’t think he has an iota of an idea of what he’s in for. Hopefully, we can get through the first date.

I watch with half a grin as he gets out of the car then walks around it and ensures the passenger seat is clean. As he bends over to check his reflection in the door mirror, I get a look at his behind and can’t help but to smile at the thought of a paddle landing there. Hmm. Interesting.

He checks his watch and I decide to cut him some slack. Grabbing my bag, I slide it over my shoulder and make my way to the lot. Mack, the caretaker wishes me a good night as he locks up behind me and I smile and give a little wave in response then steel my spine as I walk toward the nameless man. The click of my heels alerts him to my approach, and I get an unexpected thrill from seeing his eyes watch me walk.

“Gardner!” I say when I’m within earshot. “I do like a man who is on time. Seems to me, you may be in for a reward after taking your punishment so well. You did do as I said, yes?”

The grin that splits his face upon seeing me grows. He seems very proud of himself, and suddenly I am too. I know how much it takes to withhold your desires and give your pleasure to someone else. Good for him. I hope to reward him well.

“Good man! Well, I’m not sure what you’ve planned, but let’s get on with it.”

I walk toward his car and he races in front of me to open the door. It seems chivalry isn’t dead. In a very gentlemanly gesture, he even hands me my seatbelt. I must say I’m impressed. Once seated on the other side and also belted in, he starts the car and looks over at me.

“I didn’t know if you’d be hungry or not, but I made reservations, just in case. If you’re not hungry, we can find something else to do. There’s an art show downtown, or if you’d prefer live music, an open jam session not far from here.”

I’m quite dazzled by his planning and amount of foresight. The idea that he has gone through all this trouble makes me feel aroused in a way I’ve never been before. My nipples harden through my shirt and goosebumps rise on my arms.

“I’m always hungry.” I say with more sexual innuendo than intended, then clear my throat and continue, “what did you have in mind?”
His face becomes a red beacon and I raise my eyebrow. He’s embarrassed, it would seem. But whatever for, I need to know.

“Out with it, Gardner,” I say brusquely.

“I didn’t know what you’d like so I made three reservations”, he says in a gruff mumble. His voice has a deep undertone to it that reverberates through my bones, settling in my core. It’s rich and smooth, with a dark delicious timber and suddenly, I wonder what he sounds like when he moans. I swallow that thought away quickly and enjoy his chagrin for a moment before replying.

“What are my choices?”

“Cocina Tequila’s, The Fisherman’s Hut, or The Flame and Grill.” He shuffles in his seat. Maybe he’s worried I won’t like any of the three. Good choices though, Mexican, seafood, or steak. The man knows how to feed a hunger. The sentence changes from food to sex instantly in my mind and I mentally roll my eyes.

I must admit, he’s quite cute when he’s flustered. The red glow has now graced the tips of his ears and my imagination takes me to the vision of him tied to a bed, hard rod in the air, other parts of him just as pink as his ears. Oh, my. My heart skips a beat as my pussy tingles with the thought.

“I am keen for any of the three. Whichever is closest and will take the least amount of time.” I say as I rub my thighs together, stifling the ache.

He smiles at this and shifts the car into reverse.

***

As we leave the lot, I release my long golden hair from its pins and let it tumble down my back and chest. After adding a bit of volume with the tips of my fingers, I unbutton the top three buttons of my shirt. From my bag, I pull out a tube of ruby red lipstick and eyeliner.

“May I use your mirror?” I ask as I turn toward him, batting my lashes. His eyes are already on me, irises larger than the dim light should allow for. I know what he sees, having checked in the bathroom mirror before leaving work. My cleavage is pushed up high in my lace bra, inviting his tongue to trace the v created there. The crimson fabric peeks out just enough to draw the eye, but not so much to be a blatant invitation. More like a whisper, or the planting of a seed. I see his eyes are drawn where I wanted, and I smile knowingly.

His eyes snap to the road quickly. He swallows and licks his lips before replying with a brisk “certainly.” The tip of his tongue catches my eye and the sight of it does nothing to ease the building ache. Suddenly, I’m envisioning him knelt before me, my hands holding him in place by his hair, his face buried, and kissing the growing pressure away. I shake my head subtly, then look in the mirror.

Once my lips are rouged and eyes are darkened, I sit back and look at him unhindered. His hands are large but not too much so. Long, thick fingers wrap lightly over the steering wheel. They’re remarkably clean for one in his line of work. His arms are toned, bordering on muscular, and lead up to broad shoulders. I look up at his face and catch him staring back at me.

“Eye’s on the road, Gardner!” I snap at him, but the bite is mellowed behind my smile.

He chuckles before returning his eyes to the task at hand.

***

We make it to the restaurant; The flame and Grill it would seem, and he gets out of the car to open my door, reaching in to offer me his hand. I find that mine feels quite good in his and I wonder if I’ve ever thought of anything like that before. The thought seems so simple, yet so enormous as well.

Making it to the hostess station she asks his name and I strain my ears, ensuring to catch it. Neither of us has offered ours, but it seems to add to the seductive mystery. I don’t feel threatened by him in the least although I can’t say that he feels the same about me.

Giving the hostess the name Hudson, he winks at me and then prompts me to take the lead with the swipe of an arm. I do so, making sure to sway my hips more than normal. I can feel his eyes watching me, searing my flesh with the heat in his gaze. We are led to a small square table, booth on one side and I purposely take the chair, placing my back to the restaurant. He sits across from me and the hostess takes our drink order, leaving us menus.

“So, Hudson is it?” I ask like I haven’t just heard his name.

He smiles at me then replies, “Last name. I don’t usually use my first. But I seem to be at a disadvantage, as I still don’t know your name. I bet it’s lovely.”

“How about we play a game, Gardner? You guess and if you get it right, I’ll reward you. I’ll give you five guesses. If you get close, I’ll tell you which letters are correct.”

“And if I get it wrong?”

“Then nothing, I can’t very well chastise you for not knowing my name.”

He seems disappointed at this and I make a mental note of it. The man likes the word punishment. I bet just the thought does amazing things to his cock, and I find myself wishing I had sat beside him so I could test that theory. I get a new idea and slide my chair forward while slipping my stockinged feet out of my shoes.

“I’ll give you a hint. It’s not common and not popular.”

He puts his chin in his hand like he’s seriously considering, and I find myself admiring his playfulness. He seems like a man who likes to have fun. Perfect. I slide my foot along the floor and as I feel it connect with his shoe, begin trailing it slowly up his calf.

His eyebrows raise to his hairline, but he doesn’t miss a beat.

“Pearl.” He says with a grin. I know he’s joking, and I can’t help but laugh.
“No, not Pearl, but you’re on the right track. The E, A, and the L are correct.” I reply, then move my foot higher. I’ve reached his knee now.

“Name with an E, A, and an L. Hmmm.” His breathing stutters momentarily as I raise the other foot to the opposite leg, mimicking the trail of the first. I rub my toes up and down the rear of his knee and smile as he shuffles forward, spreading his legs.

“Elaine?” he asks before taking a deep breath. My toes have moved to his inner thighs now. Just a few more inches and they’ll be in line with his manhood. He knows where they’re headed, but he seems not to mind. I do like a man who lets me play.

“Nope, not Elaine, Gardner, but the first letter is correct. 3 guesses left.”

My left toe is now rubbing against the side of his cock. The hard flesh jumps with each touch and his gaze settles on me, his eyes glazing over as arousal starts to build.

Our server brings our drinks, and takes our order, then leaves us be. The stiffness that had formed inside his cock is gone but is easily brought back with a few brisk rubs of my toes. I now have both feet, one on either side, rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans. He’s very responsive to my touch, and I watch his face as he swallows, his breathing turning shallow. After a few seconds of silence, I take pity on him and remind him of our game.
“Have you any more guesses, Gardner? Or am I distracting you?” I ask with a smile. He has both hands on the table and his knuckles are white as he grips the edge firmly. He looks very tense at this moment.

“Relax, and just enjoy the sensations. Stop thinking about everyone else in the room and just focus on us. Our game, guessing my name and what my feet are doing. Can you do that?”

He visibly relaxes at this and I can’t help my smile. He’s really going to be so much fun in bed. Placing his hands by his sides, I watch as his shoulders soften and round, then he takes a few short breathes.

“Good man. Now, what is your next guess?”

He licks his lips then smirks. “Esmeralda?”

The name is so preposterous that I bark out a laugh. “Clever, but no. A good name for another day and another activity maybe though”, I say with a wink. I let the suggestion hang in the air before I say, “Take your cock out of your pants.”

I said it to see what he would do and say, but he just keeps his eyes on me as he lowers his flies and releases his manhood. It springs free, standing tall and proud and I don’t hesitate to take control. I rub his full length between my feet, the velvety skin sliding smoothly over my silk stockings and his eyes roll back as he releases a groan.

“Eye’s up, Gardner,” I say as our server approaches. She places plates in front of us and asks if we need anything else. Hudson is looking a bit preoccupied, so I thank her curtly and send her on her way.

“You still have two guesses left,” I say as he struggles to hold in a moan. “The sooner you guess, the sooner I can reward you. Or we can continue to sit here, my feet in your lap. Which will it be?”

I’m holding him in place with one foot and rubbing the other in long, rough strokes up the front of his cock. Each pass over the bulbous tip, I separate my toes to brush against his frenulum. I don’t think a man has ever come from this alone, but Hudson looks like he may at any second. If he wants to save himself from some embarrassment, he’d better hurry up and guess my name.

I pull his plate towards me and cut him a piece of perfectly seared steak. Holding it out to him, I feel my own arousal heighten as he delicately takes the bite off my fork, his teeth peeking out to graze against the tines. He chews slowly, and I watch as his jaw works.

“Emelia?” He asks, mid-chew. He definitely getting closer, but still not quite.

“No, but you are so close, Gardner. Aren’t you? Are you enjoying my attention? Does this act arouse you?”

“You know it does”, he mumbles. Then groans deep and low. The sound sends shockwaves straight to my clit and I almost need to stop to collect myself. Instead, I pick up the pace, and rub against him harder and faster, with fervor.

Not even bothering trying to hide his arousal now, he sits back in his seat and leans his head against the back wall, closing his eyes. He’s remarkably handsome in this vulnerable situation.

“Final guess, Gardner. I’d so love to reward you for being such a good sport. Give me one last name, then I’ll give you the reward you want.”

“Emerald,” he all but yells at me and I’m flabbergasted. He guessed my name!

“Good man,” I say while removing my feet from his lap, “and quite correct. You’re good at this game,” I finish with a smile.

He sags with relief and I get an understanding of how close to climaxing he was. After a few breathes and wiping his forehead with his napkin, he pulls his plate toward himself and digs in. Following a few bites, he looks up at me.

“You mentioned a reward, Emerald?”

My name on his tongue sounds very right and I fidget a bit in my seat. Keeping my eyes on him, I slide my hand underneath my skirt I grasp my crimson panties between finger and thumb, pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Bending I pick them up and ball them in my fist.

“Give me your hand, Gardner.”

He opens his hand, where I drop the dainty lace that is moister than I would like to admit. Bringing them to his nose, he takes a deep breath, then tucks them in his pocket, a smile splitting his face from ear to ear.

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For more stories in a series, see Making a Masochist- Part 1.