Public Sex pt.2 - In the Dark

I didn’t have time to do this post for the Public Sex question, but it fits better here anyway.

This is going back a few years now, to a time when I was seeing a very nice gentleman called Brian. We were both divorced and unused to the dating game, but he was a lot of fun and a very proficient lover. We saw each other for a few months but then decided that we should end it while we were still friends, as both of us were looking for something more permanent and agreed that we were never going to ‘fall in love’ with each other.

Anyway, back to the story. There was an item either on ‘In Touch’ or ‘The Food Programme’ on Radio 4 about a restaurant that serves food in the dark. It’s staffed by blind and partially sighted waiters and sounded a bit different. Brian suggested that it sounded like a bit of a laugh and I said it sounded like a good opportunity for a bit of a public fumble.

So, we booked a couple of places (everyone sits at one long table on benches, to make things easier), packed the kids off to my parents for the night and, after a quickie to get us in the mood, we showered and got changed. We’d decided to be a bit daring and both go ‘commando’, in case the chance for a bit of you-know-what presented itself. Brian was wearing loose jeans with a button fly and I had a flowing, knee length summer dress which buttoned up the front. Brian also put a Johnny in his pocket, just in case.

So, we arrived at ‘Dans le Noir’ and were shown into the bar by the sighted Maitre d’ for a drink. The lighting was low to get us accustomed gradually to the dark. There were couples and small groups sitting around and I noticed a fair few blind customers with their partners or families. We both opted for the ‘surprise menu’, where you rely on touch, taste and smell to discover what’s on your plate.

The big moment arrived and were led down a dim corridor, each customer with their hand on the shoulder of the person in front. It was a bit like finding your way to your seat in the cinema after the lights have gone down; there were tiny lights along the corridor and you could just make out the person in front of you. Then, we pushed through some black velvet curtains and we were in COMPLETE and UTTER darkness. With some bashing of shins and kicking each other, we all stepped over the bench and sat down.

If you want to know what it was like, go into a dark-room, leave the light off and close the door. Then put a hood over your head and a blindfold over that.

The dinner was probably the strangest I’ve attended but possibly the most exciting too.

As soon as we were comfortable and had found our asparagus tips and mayonnaise, I undid a couple of the lowest buttons on my dress, then found Brian’s right hand and guided it to my lap. He reciprocated, undoing his fly, releasing the beast and guiding my left hand. There then followed a conversation of such filthy double entendres as has ever been carried out in a public restaurant. “Wow, that asparagus is really firm.” “Have you tried dipping it in the mayonnaise?” etc. etc.

Meanwhile I was gently handling his rigid cock and his fingers were fiddling with my clit as I spread my legs wide apart on the bench. The main course was some type of fish with new potatoes and green beans but I could hardly concentrate on finding it on my plate as I was nearing orgasm. I had to try to keep my ragged breathing quiet as all sounds were magnified in the dark and my heartbeat sounded loud enough in my ears to be audible to the guy sitting on my right. Brian kept sliding his fingers into me and I was pumping his cock for all I was worth.

We had to stop as they cleared the dishes and brought in the dessert - apricot tart with a scoop of delicious ice-cream. I almost screamed as Brian recommenced with a spot of ice-cream on his fingers and as I stuffed apricot tart into my mouth I covered my orgasm with a groan of delight, commenting on the food. Brian slipped the Johnny on and I finished him off as he downed a glass of wine. “God, I love sticky puddings with cream on the side.”.

We were both completely sated by this time and I took the opportunity of the dark room to lick my plate clean before doing up my buttons again. Brian carefully took the full Johnny off, tied it off and put it back in his pocket before wiping himself with the napkin and buttoning up.

“OK folks, if you all stand and put your hand on the shoulder of the person in front of you, we will now leave the dining room.”

As we emerged into the dim corridor and then the gently lit bar we were more than a little surprised to see that the Maitre d’, who had been leading us, was wearing night-vision goggles. He gave the pair of us a huge grin as he took them off and said, “I trust that was a uniquely enjoyable experience for you. It certainly was for me.”

Oh boy. Nice one K, you did it again.
(K.W.A. Knickers With Attitude, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 14:09, 9 replies)

Wonderful
Beautifully written and frankly very hot. I really like your stories. *click*
( Scrumper, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 14:22, closed)

^THIS^
My laptop was slightly further from my lap reading that tale...
*click*
( TheMagicDwarf is back like ballroom dancing, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 14:52, closed)

.
"So fish is the starter then?"
"No thats me".
"oh".
( browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 14:27, closed)

Nice,
i bet he had a sneaky tug, the dirty bastard
(Cancer Joy was short lived, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 14:33, closed)

Coffee on screen!
Taking a senaky 5 mins to peruse this site at work (shhhhh don't tell anyone!)....

Fantastic! I can only imagine how red your cheeks must have been!!!!!
(TAZ220 Not giving a toss since, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 15:23, closed)

epic win!

(TheManWithThePlan cussed your mum on, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 17:05, closed)

I had...
...a feeling that was going to be the 'punchline' so to speak, but it still deserves a hale and hearty 'click'!
(SonoraAeroClub "OH SWEET HELEN OF BALLS!", Tue 28 Jul 2009, 17:15, closed)

Thankyou
How am I supposed to serve customers looking like this?
Also thanks for not doing the length gag!
( Blind Meach Cautiously optimistic, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 17:16, closed)

Poor old Brian.
Getting a HJ whilst wearing a nodder took all all the fun out of it, what he really wanted to do was spray his bollock batter all round the place in the dark, just like he had dropped the mayonnaise. Probably.
(Rsoles, Tue 28 Jul 2009, 19:57, closed)