Join me asian for lunch tomorrow downstairs and we will talk more." Dee smiled as she looked at Julie lovingly and said, "You did very well for your first time, now you must go and practice what you have learnt with Alison." As Julie moved a little stiffly towards the door, she heard Kay say to her departing back, "Of course hurry back for your next lesson in your physical education." This is bad , Chelsea thought. This is really bad . David hated it when she was late. And she was very late. And her cell-phone battery had massage died. And it had taken forever to find a taxi because it was pouring rain. And it was their anniversary. They had met exactly one year ago. June. Chelsea’s mouth quirked into something between a smile and a grimace as she remembered how it had happened. It was because she’d been late. David had been shrugging into his coat just inside the doors of the very restaurant they were going to tonight and Chelsea, way overdue for a lunch meeting with a client, had barged in without looking and nearly knocked David off his feet with the door. He’d recovered his balance without falling but Chelsea had managed to give him a bloody nose. She’d quickly enlisted the assistance of the maitre’d to fetch a cloth napkin filled with ice and had led David to a seat at the nearest available table. Chelsea’s client had chosen not to wait, apparently, which was for the best as Chelsea was able to spend the next hour or so with David. She had apologized over and over; had used the end of her napkin, moistened in her glass of water, to clean him up while he held the ice pack to the side of his nose, and ended up by offering to buy him dinner that night by way of compensation. Though by then they had both known it was more than that. There had been a spark between them almost from the moment they had sat down together. After the initial fumbling with apologies and reassurances between them the conversation had begun to flow with an ease that surprised them both. And very soon something else – something less like a spark and more like an electrical charge - began to flow between them as well. It was something neither one of them would have dared to acknowledge, at least not out loud, so soon after they had just met, especially Chelsea. She was no prude, by any means, but for her sex was something that happened only after a suitable period of getting to know someone and building emotional trust and intimacy. But sitting there at the table with David, telling him some innocuous anecdote about the client she had been rushing to blowjob meet, Chelsea had become more and more aware of a sense of power radiating from him. Something in the frank way that he’d looked into her eyes seemed to brush aside all of her normal defenses and stir something at her very core that had never even been touched before. She’d felt the beginnings of moisture between her legs and suddenly began to stumble over her words, and then to blush, which caused her to stumble even more, sure that David had noticed and that somehow he knew the reason for it. Whether he knew the reason japan or not, David had noticed Chelsea’s discomfort and had tactfully taken over the conversation, telling her more about his work as a lawyer specializing in environmental causes while she recovered. But she never did, really. Even though she managed, by a terrific effort of will, to bring herself under control and return her focus to the subject at hand, Chelsea had been unable to keep certain thoughts from circling at the edge of her awareness. Her imagination had refused to be reigned in and persisted in trying to draw her attention to a short film it was showing, over and over, of Chelsea smiling at David and saying, “Excuse me a moment,” then sliding off her chair …crawling under the table…seizing the tab of his zipper in her teeth… She’d suddenly realized that David had asked her a question and torn her attention away from the japanese film, trying to slam and lock the door to the projection booth behind her. For the rest of that first encounter with David she could hear that projector whirring away somewhere in the recesses of her imagination, but she’d gotten through it somehow. And before parting they had agreed to meet there again for dinner that Friday night. She’d gotten nothing done at work that afternoon beyond an apologetic phone call to the client she’d missed at lunch. Well, she had done something: late in the afternoon, when she could stand it no more, she had quietly closed the door to her office, returned to her desk and for the first time in her life slid her hand under her skirt and masturbated at work. She’d watched the film her imagination had created, now in glorious Technicolor and digital surround-sound, while she touched herself. She’d watched it again, this time sliding two fingers beneath the elastic at the crotch of her panties. It shocked and fascinated her, watching these images of herself, in her somewhat severe office clothing, down on all fours beneath a table in a public restaurant, her skirt riding up her thighs while she used her mouth to pleasure this man she barely knew. But it was the Director’s Cut of the film that had caused Chelsea to lose all restraint – to raise her hips long enough to slide her panties down to her ankles and kick them off under her desk, then spread her legs as far apart as she could. He kissed and sucked her nipples and pushed his throbbing hard on against the girl's supple thigh. The poor girl was shocked and just didn’t know what to say. "Okay. Curiosity...well, I think we have that in common. She wondered. I whimpered about the dildo as she purred, “Mmm, yes, yes, I'm going to shove this in your cunt and make you go wild. He started fumbling nervously with his japan phone in his pocket. Just tell me now……. “Mom? "I WANNA massage BE PIERCED, TOO." I could feel myself blush so hard as I looked at the ground. When he closed his mouth around whatever it was he felt it push deeper into his mouth. If it’s not directly in front of them, they won’t even give it a chance. “Roger just texted me. Let me give you my phone to read the text message from him.” I said as I handed her my phone. There’s a place in Atlanta called Ray’s on the River. He unclasped his blowjob timepiece, tossing it on the bed. "No escaping for you, little one." Why don't you go first, this time?" "One, I'm admiring this beautiful asian cock of yours." I would give her such rapture. I got up and as I did so the van door opened. Their bodies shook. My fingers found her nipples, twisting them. They were making out sensually, slowly, and hungrily: rubbing their soft, sweet lips against each other, japanese occasionally opening their mouths and sticking their tongues out.