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Chinese Take Out
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Chinese Take Out Chinese Take Out By Chakotay She glanced at him shyly and smiled before taking a sip of Riesling. The wine soothed her nerves, this was her very first meet up since posting an ad on the Chinese take out site — that’s what she called the casual encounters section of Get Hooked Up (GHU). Swingers and other highly sexed individuals would post what type of women they were looking for like a fast food order: busty, slim, thick, blond, BBW, Black, Asian, etc. She would get a handful of messages from guys inviting her to meet them the very same evening in a hotel room because they were in town looking for some hot action. It’s almost as if sex has become a commodity like someone ordering Chinese take out online — the only difference is you pay for Chinese food, the sex is free, easy and fast. She doubted any woman would foolishly risk their lives for sex with the drive by hotel boys. All of these invitations were trashed. She waded through tons of e-mails with mild interest until a handful caught her attention. Fretting over how administrative her sex life had become, she would chat with two or three guys feeling them out first. The gentleman who seemed funny and engaging got her e-mail address but the conversation stopped when he started sharing his threesomes and near orgy experiences. Loving sex is one thing but flirting with danger wasn’t her idea of fun. She loved wild, hot passionate men and didn’t mind skirt chasers but a male who bedded anything that moved was a high STD risk. No matter how much protection one used, the minute you give a guy a BJ, it’s a risk and sucking rubber is icky. “Anne, how’s the salmon?” said her meet up partner, smiling reassuringly at her. This guy is cool she thought, very confident and easygoing. She imagined herself riding him and stifled a laugh before answering. Oh my God, what’s this guy’s name Gus, Greg or Gary?, she thought. She was terrible with names. “The food is perfect, Gus. I really like the restaurant. It’s very romantic and intimate,” Anne said, using her eyes to flirt. She knew her eyes and smile were her best features, very warm and trusting. Her lips were full and very sensual. Kissable. Gus was attractive in a very earthy type of way. Tall, slim to medium built, salt and pepper hair with an animated way of speaking when he was talking about his job and , or something he was passionate about. His job was interesting, he taught people how to sky dive. “Last week, I had this guy who was afraid of heights and he said ‘Can you help me buddy? I figured if I jump, that will be the cure.’ It was crazy! I spent 20 minutes trying to talk this man out of the cockpit!” Gus laughed. “How in the hell did he get into your cockpit?” Anne asked. “Isn’t that area only for the pilots?” “It’s a small plane I co-pilot so there isn’t much of a boundary. Anyway, I had to pry him loose he was holding on to the small door for dear life! Then he had a panic attack and I had to calm him down and get him breathing normally. It was a nightmare,” explained Gus. “So did you get him to jump?” she asked. “Yes, I strapped him in with me and that’s how I got him airborne. He was so amazed and in awe that he forgot to be scared once we parachuted,” Gus smiled broadly as he told of his success. Anne moved closer to Gus leaning slightly into him, her breast gracing his arm through her purple silk blouse. The restaurant was dimly lit by candles on each table. Taking her lead, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. She responded with one of her slow swirling kisses that promised to trail off but always went on and on. Her kisses teased but promised more. She felt his hand drifting between her short skirt, her bare cinnamon brown thighs an invitation. Luckily, the tablecloth hid his actions as his hand traced the outline of her lace panties. The heat rushed through her body and she could feel herself becoming moist. She continued passionately kissing him and opened her legs as he slipped two fingers underneath the lining of her silk panties and into her wetness. His fingers lightly massaged her clit, driving her mad with desire. He dipped two fingers deep into her honeypot and she contracted to increase the tension and pleasure. She was gushing now, her kitty was talking as he finger fucked her. She was purring with pleasure. Her hips greeted his movements ever so slightly, she was very careful not to distract the other diners although the heavy kissing was attracting some attention. She managed to slip her hand into his lap and feel his hard cock. Anne began massaging his manhood through the fabric of his jeans, squeezing the head of his cock teasingly. She imagined dashing the food off the table and leaning over so he could enter her from behind, her panties shifted to the side, the friction of his cock and the lace bringing her to the edge of bliss and oblivion while the embarrassed diners failed miserably at ignoring the wild lovers. In and out, the sight of her ass increasing his desire as his cock drilled her tight kitty. The sound and smell of sex mixed with the aroma of comfort food was an aphrodisiac. He came trembling with one hand holding her breast and the other gripping her hip. The daydream ended with an earth shattering pussy tingle riding up her spine to her brain as he brought her off with his fingers deeply inside her. Gus brought his wet fingers to her lips and she sucked her own juices from his fingers. She loved how she tasted and hoped he would too…if they ever got around to having actual sex. He motioned the waiter over for the check as they straightened themselves out. With a mischievous grin on his face, he asked, “What did you think of dinner?” “I’m ready for dessert,” she winked, adding, “This is a hell of lot better than Chinese take out.”  |
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Thanks, Scott! It was fun to write!
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Excellent story - and a delightful way to spend dinner!
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EcoBank, thanks! It would a great way to spend dinner! 
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