W e got dressed and went to my favorite authentic Italian restaurant. Thanks to a previous gurlfriend, who was an authentic Italian, my tastes had become refined. I used to think that Olive Garden was Italian, but she convinced me that they were as authentic Italian as Taco Bell is authentic Mexican.

So naturally I wanted to take Tammi to a good place. I called ahead to get reservations so we wouldn't have to wait long. Upon arrival, Tammi mistakenly began to open her door.

"Hey, that's my job!" I said, "Am I going to have to re-train you?"

"Sorry," said Tammi, closing the door. I got out and opened the door for her and gave her my hand as she got out of the car. She kissed me as usual — my reward for being a gentleman. We went in and gave our reservation name and were taken to our table. I helped Tammi take her jacket off and seated her.

"Did you see that woman at the next table watching us?" she asked.

"I missed that," I admitted, "My attention was all on you."

"She saw you helping me with my jacket and nudged the guy she was with," she reported, "Probably asking why he didn't do that for her."

"If he's smart, he'll choose his words wisely," I replied, and we both chuckled.

A server came out to greet us, leaving a freshly baked loaf of bread and some olive oil with herbs. They gave us menus and took our drink order. We just had ice tea with lemon for now, but I ordered a bottle of Lambrusco to have with dinner.

While I loved every moment of intimacy I had with Tammi, I also loved taking her out and showing her a good time. We got noticed a lot, which I enjoyed. At first Tammi was concerned that she was being "read", but I told her that nobody suspected anything out of the ordinary, except her obvious beauty. The women were probably envious, while the guys wondered how I merited a hot babe like her!

The server delivered out drinks and lit a candle on the table, advising us that the room lights were being dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere. Pleasant Italian music began to play as well. He took our order and promised to bring our wine shortly.

We enjoyed our dinner and had a great conversation. As we concluded I asked, "Would you like dessert?"

"Oh no," Tammi said, "Italian desserts are heavy and loaded with calories!"

"I have a no-calorie dessert in mind," I replied.

"No calorie?" she asked, "Just what kind of dessert has no calories?"

"You!" I replied.

"Hmmm," she said, "Let me think about exactly what kind of dessert that will be."

After paying the bill I helped her with her jacket while yet another couple stared.

When we arrived back at Tammi's she told me that "no calorie" desserts had to be served in the nude to avoid messing up clothing. We helped each other undress and soon embraced, sharing the warmth of each other's bodies.

Tammi broke our embrace and said, “Let me get in position for your desert”. She got on the bed and lay face down and said, "Now you can enjoy your favorite part of me."

I look admiringly at her lovely buns and said, "You have so many delightful parts I really can't choose a favorite one, but this sure is a nice looking desert!"

I climbed onto the bed and lovingly rubbed one cheek then the other. I knelt over her, leaning down to kiss her ear, then her neck, then moving down her back kissing her all the way down. When I got to her buns I kissed the center of each bun, then licked her crack, repeating as I moved down. Then I spread her cheeks and kissed her deeply as she moaned with delight! I know it sounds like a really strange thing to do, but I really loved kissing her this way, and especially loved that Tammi loved it as well.

My tongue was getting tired — I really didn't want to stop, but I was running out of steam, so I pulled back and put some lube on my fingers, slipping them between her cheeks and pressing one finger into her. She wiggled as I entered her and I kissed her at the same time.

“That feels so much better than any toy!” she said.

“Fingers can do things that no toy can,” I replied.

I moved the finger in and out for a few minutes, and then inserted a second finger, slipping it in all the way. Tammi continued to moan until I started wiggling both fingers and she said, "Wow! I hope you're gonna finish what you started — my clitty is in dire need of attention.

"Then you better roll onto your back," I said.

"But don't stop what you're doing!" she begged. I had to pull my fingers out but promised to continue. Once on her back I reached between her legs and slipped the back into her, resuming the wiggling. Her clitty was fully erect, and soon was in my mouth.

She put her hands on my head and pulled me tightly to her body, forcing her clitty in all the way. I licked her intently until she gave me her gurl juice.

"I'm so sorry I got so aggressive — that wasn't very lady-like," she apologized, "I just lost control."

"Tammi, my love," I replied, "Any time I make you lose control I'll consider it a successful desert for both of us!"

I pulled my fingers off and went into the bathroom to wash my hands. Tammi was so wonderfully clean I might have gotten away without washing, but I did anyway.

I returned and we spooned together on the bed, drifting off to sleep.

  To be continued . . .

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    –Bill Beaumonte (oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)