In the Alps

In the AlpsAs we step through the door, all heads turn towards us. Entering the restaurant, we are able to see down the Austrian Alps peak to a large lake. The view from the cable car ride was spectacular but the one from the summit is unrivaled as it is a panoramic view of the region. The headwaiter greets us and with a smile asks if we have a reservation. I reply with my last name. He locates it on his guest list and leads us to our table. My tailored silk suit is dark gray with trousers breaking atop well-shined black leather shoes. A silk Jerry Garcia tie compliments the colors of the suit. I am very honored to have you by my side and the attention you command deepens my pride. Your long dark green, form fitting evening dress stops just at your instep, exposing your maroon painted toenails peeking out from a pair of matching, spaghetti strap, high-heeled sandals. The silk dress has a soft shimmer from the light and is slit up both sides to the mid-thigh, exposing your tanned legs. The top is a halter style that forms an x in the back. With a diamond shaped lacey midriff and the back is cut very low. Your lovely neck is d****d with a string of pearls with matching earrings. Your handbag has thin spaghetti strap. You are stunning!! Men and women are captivated by your style and beauty. Your stride is a graceful and confident. Your legs are demanding attention as they are exposed and again covered with each step. Arriving at our table by the window, the waiter helps you with your chair. I am a little jealous, as this pleasure should be reserved for me. We take a moment to enjoy the view from this mountaintop-revolving restaurant. Since it is summer, the sun doesn?t set for another hour, providing us a complete revolution of the stunning scenery. As the sun settles behind the distant peaks, the candlelight reflects off the windows and your sparkling eyes. The candle?s flame is muted by your lovely smile. We sat beside each other to share the view and now during dinner I feel your leg brushing gently against mine. You are radiant and my heart melts when you look me in the eye. We are talking, laughing and simply enjoying life this day, free from any worries oblivious to all the attention we are receiving. We look over the guests and decide they are too dull for conversational purposes. Most appear very unhappy. No matter we love the restaurant?s atmosphere and enjoy our delicious meal. We smile at each other and you give me a kiss and then brush your lipstick from my check. Without warning your hand strokes my crotch; you naughty girl. Then you excuse yourself and set out for the ladies room. It was a quick visit but I have missed you. Upon returning your wicked grin alerts me to the fact that you are up to something. You say that you have a gift for me. Who brings a gift from the ladies room? Then at the same moment you place a black cloth by my dessertspoon. It starts to unfold as I pick it up and it is the sexy black G-string you were wearing. Great gift! I try to nonchalantly slip it into my inside breast pocket. You are watching my reactions and sporting a big smile. I become warm all over, flash a large grin and say, ?I have a gift for you to.? Suddenly, I stand up and brush everything off the table! The dishes and glassware shatter loudly; the pieces dance and s**tter over the floor. I place you on the table and step between your legs. Your protest is ignored as I remove my erect penis and thrust deep into you. Your loud groan can be heard all the way into the kitchen. Everyone looks on with a frozen gasp. Your heels come to rest loudly against the large window, almost breaking it. With the next deep thrust I hook your legs over my shoulders while grabbing the edge of the table to force myself deeper inside. Your sexy legs are flailing about as I begin to forcefully thrust into you. You loudly demand that I do not stop! Drifting back to reality from this crazy flash dream, I just grin. I take your hand, kiss it and slip mine under the table to test the waters. You lovingly pull my curious fingers away, halting my tease to your inner thigh. You reach under the tablecloth, unzip my trousers and stroke me to a full erection. My head lowers a bit and your teasing suddenly stops. When I hear ?Sir, I said, will you be having dessert or coffee?? I say ?Amen? and lift my head. ?Give us a moment please,? is all I can babble. You look like the cat that swallowed the canary. Reaching into your handbag you remove another yet unrecognizable black cloth object, (I have brought a *