I’d never experienced anything like it. Of course, I was not quite fifteen, so it wasn’t as if I had been to formal dining restaurants. My parents... did go to these kinds of places quite often for their dates. They had told me once about The Maisonette, a Mobil ‘Five Star’ restaurant in Cincinnati owned by one of my dad’s friends, and this seemed very similar.The service was almost oppressive. If I took a drink of water, someone refilled my water glass. If I looked out the entrance of the booth,. And this whole time her beautiful eyes were looking deep into mine.That was I all I needed. I helped her up and started to kiss her deeply, tasting my own dick on her tongue. Then I turned her around and put her down gently onto her back. I got on top of her and held myself up on my hands and knees over her. Laura initiated the kiss again and we held that for what seemed like eternity. Or maybe that was just me wanting it to be that long. When we broke she looked at me with those eyes. Then she. I lay spent in his hands. Although he had just brought me to a gut-wrenching climax, he didn't stop his perfect worship of my sex. He continued to lick and suck, alternating languorous laps of my pussy lips with quick attacks on my clit. The sea was becoming rough again as I felt another powerful orgasm begin in me. All I could do was to hold on and wait for the next cataclysm. I know I was screaming, but whether they were obscenities or just wild animal mating cries, I could not say. I was. We ended up last out of the bar.That was when she told me, quietly and confidently that if I didn;t fuck her tonight, then she would be convinced that I was just a fake Lad, just booze no substance.(Party Boy didn't back down from a challenge - but if I did then she would have a very quick result and my reputation would be shot to pieces)She called a taxi to her home, I followed like a dog on heat. What the hell, we would both deny it on Monday!in the cab, she teased me, rubbing my leg with her.