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The Blue Waters restaurant was definitely a sophisticated venue that certainly met the high standards of Michelle's sophisticated palate. Unfortunately, it would also inevitably put a nice dent in my wallet. An elderly well dressed gentleman showed us to our table, and informed us that our waiter would be with us shortly. I felt very out of place in this very smug posh affair. Everyone was well-dressed, and you got the feeling that people came here to be "seen" rather than to actually eat. Michelle insisted I wear some sort of formal attire so I managed to throw on a clean pressed shirt and some chinos and she was sporting a sleek grey dress which would have been appealing if I was so inclined. Unfortunately, since my little escapade earlier on with a certain blonde dumping a fresh load of semen into my bowels; I had not been able to prevent picturing much else other than him bending me over. I was constantly becoming hard just looking at pretty much anything blonde.
"Can I interest you in a bottle of campaign" the voice was terrifying familiar and culminated in an instant erection swelling inside my pants. My entire body went cold and I'm sure my face instantly paled. Orange shorts had a devilish smirk on his face. Tiny droplets of sweat formed at my forehead as my mind swam with the possibilities of what he could tell my wife. Everything was so tantalizing about him, the black pants sat snugly at his crotch and he had a pressed white shirt that fitted his torso perfectly, which he wore with a black tie. This was the general attire of the waiters in this restaurant.
"Yes please, that would be lovely." My wife answered his question. "I'll be right on it". Orange Shorts turned and swiftly walked toward the bar. I hadn't realised that I had been holding my breath the entire time Orange Shorts and exhaled forcefully a lot more at ease now that he had left. Michelle hadn't seemed to have taken any notice of my inner turmoil whatsoever, in fact she didn't seem particularly concerned with me at all; her attention was fixed on the view of the ocean. I pondered whether Orange Shorts would confront my wife, he had no reason to do it and I could blatantly deny ever seeing him. There was a large part of me that dismissed my anxieties and just longed to touch him, to feel him against my body. I should also find a more suitable name for him since he was no longer in Orange Shorts. The waiter guy that fucked me in the aquarium seemed apt enough.
Orange Shorts (I guess the name just stuck) returned with two glasses of campaign and a bottle in an ice bucket. He paid no attention to me even though I followed his every move as he laid out a glass for my wife, then the bucket and finally placed my glass at the very edge of the table and from between his fingers dropped a tiny note in my lap. He said he would return later to take our orders and left. Michelle took a sip from her glass and returned her attention to the ocean. I carefully unfolded the note which simply read "follow me". I looked up to see Orange Shorts heading toward the men's restrooms. I informed Michelle that I was going to the restroom and took off after him.
I found him standing against a door further down from the restroom that said `staff only'. He had a smug grin on his face.
"Missed me?" I just nodded as he opened the door and I followed him in. This was a bare supply room with large pots and trays probably for larger events. As soon as Orange Shorts had the door locked, he gripped the back of my skull and pinned me against the wall crushing my face against the cold concrete wall. I felt his thick erection press against my ass through his pants. He reached around me for my belt and made quick work of the buckle and my zip and swiftly pulled my pants to just below my ass with just one hand. His bare cock slick with his warm saliva pressed between my cheeks. He surprised me again with just how quick he was in getting his cock primed and ready to fuck me without me even noticing. His cock pushed against my asshole and I exhaled forcefully and relaxed enough for his cock to work its way inside my ass. I gasped as his massive length penetrated me. He gave me no time to adjust to his length and he started brutally fucking me with forceful strokes. He clamped one hand to my mouth before my brain even had time to register making a sound from the brutal ass fucking Orange Shorts was giving me. His pelvis slammed into my ass causing loud slaps as skin hit skin. He moaned and I gasped into his hand. It wasn't sweet or loving, he was simply fucking me in a pure unadulterated way only a man could withstand and I loved every minute of it. I could feel his dick pulsing in my ass and I knew he was close. Orange Shorts couldn't hold out from the savage fucking that he was giving me. He pistoned his cocks into my ass until his balls were resting against my asscheeks and before long he shot his thick streams of cum deep inside me. I felt his warm cum fill me on the inside. He gasped loudly and gripped my waist to steady himself before dropping his sweaty forehead to rest against my neck.
It played out like it did before; he quickly slipped out of my ass and started to pull his pants up. He whispered for me to get myself sorted quickly. Before he could run away and leave me with yet another load of cum in my ass, I gripped his arm and asked him the question that had been plaguing my mind since we first met.
"What's your name?"
"Jason."
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