Free No Fantasy Required by Cristal Ryder

smaller, more exclusive locations, much like this place. Of course, it depends on the client and the size of their event.”
    “Do you have a favorite?” I inquired, enjoying the small talk. Conversation came easy now, it relaxed us and gave us a chance to get to know each other a little more.
    “I adore San Francisco and have been there numerous times. Toronto is also a wonderful place to visit and they offer up some great conference sites.”
    “We were in San Francisco once and quite liked it, except for the earthquake. I didn’t enjoy that too much, a little scary.”
    “Well, being in California, I have experienced my share of them as well.” Tauni sipped from her glass. “How about you both? What do you do in your serious time, when you’re not playing?”
    “We try to just play.” He was flirting! But I couldn’t be upset with it. After all, he was a major player in the rest of the evening too. Not just me. This certainly was going to be a new adjustment with all the feelings being roused up.
    Our waiter approached the table and politely interrupted us so he could share the list of delectable appetizers and main courses with us. It always impressed me that the finer establishments did not use a menu; instead the dinner offerings were memorized, repeated to the guests and then doubly memorized once we gave our orders.
    Our wine glasses were topped up and we mellowed even more. A hush fell over the table. A comfortable silence, not the type of silence that needed to be filled. We were content with each other and there was no need for words.
    The waiter set freshly baked bread and flavored olive oil on the table along with an antipasto tray and we noshed on it for the next little while.
    We chatted about nothing in particular and had a second, then third bottle of wine. We relaxed more and I felt wonderfully serene. Brian seemed very comfortable between us. I snuggled up closer to him and he leaned over to kiss me. A soft gentle brush of lips then he turned to Tauni. I watched as he kissed her, the same as he had just done to me, soft, gentle and her response to him.
    My hand rested on his thigh under the table and I squeezed it. He turned to me with an inquiring look. I didn’t know what to say and simply smiled at him. The warmth of the wine, and the heat from his lips notched up my sensitivity. I reached for my glass and sipped as our entrées were brought and presented with flourish.
    I ordered the rack of lamb, Brian a perfectly prepared tenderloin steak and Tauni medallions of veal. Our conversation continued about nothing in particular while we enjoyed our meal.
    “That was the best lamb I’ve ever had.”
    “Yes, my dinner was wonderful as well,” Tauni replied and set her cutlery on the plate.
    Brian, ever the connoisseur of beef, gave his stamp of approval. “I couldn’t have done it better myself.”
    “Oh, I’m sure you could have. You’re a fabulous cook.” I leaned forward to get a better view of Tauni. “He really is. Being in the food and grocery industry, he’s always getting wonderful cuts of meat and coming up with new and unique ways to prepare them. You’ll have to come to our place sometime so he can cook for you, us.”
    A bright smile lit Tauni’s face. “I’d love that.”
    My hand rested back on Brian’s thigh. I stroked up and down, letting my fingertips flutter against his crotch. Other fingers were also exploring there and bumped against my own. I looked around Brian. My gaze met Tauni’s and we both laughed out loud. We had a similar thought process going on.
    Brian was in his glory. Two women were stroking him. He leaned back with his eyes half-closed. I brushed the back of my hand over his cock. It strained against the confines of his pants. I wasn’t ready to free him yet, and continued to tease. Both Tauni and I worked our magic under the table, discreetly and quietly. No one would know what we were up to. We rested our elbows on the table, facing each other