Four Fantasies – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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After encouraging her to order whatever her heart desires, we place our dinner orders and pour the wine that’s delivered to the table.

“Another delicious choice,” she says after taking a sip. “You have excellent taste.”

“Yes, we do,” Dante says, eyeing our date, making it obvious he’s talking about her.

She really does look incredible tonight, even more so after we put an extra glow on her cheeks in the car on the way here.

I slide closer to her and let my hand rest on her thigh, because I can’t resist. She glances at me but doesn’t object, even when I shift to slip that hand under the bottom of her dress and venture a few inches further up her leg.

Dante’s talking to her about the wine, but I barely register their conversation, because all of my focus is on the softness of Lorraine’s skin, and the subtle changes in her breathing as I venture closer and closer to the promised land.

The tips of my fingers dip into her wetness, and she gasps quietly.

After taking a drink of my wine, I lean in close to her to say, “Spread your legs.” When she hesitates, I add, “No one can see.”

Her thighs inch apart, and after a gentle nudge, they open further.

The bottom of her dress is bunched up at her waist now, and I settle my hand over her mound, cupping it in my palm and letting my fingers rest near her opening. I don’t probe or stroke, I just hold her, her juices dripping onto my hand. The heat of her makes me itch to be inside her, but I enjoy watching and feeling her body react as she adjusts to my hold on her.

She fidgets as our appetizer course is delivered, and her thighs press together again, but my hand remains. After the waiter retreats, I slide a finger up to her clit, circling around it as she stares at me, wide eyed. She lifts her glass as if to take a drink, but instead holds it in front of her face, trying to conceal her expression as I torment her.

“Let yourself go,” Dante tells her, completely aware of what’s going on.

She shakes her head, biting her lower lip. “I can’t. Not here.”

My brother smiles at her. “Sure you can.”

She looks back and forth between us as I curl a finger inside her, the heel of my palm pressing against her clit in a repetitive rhythm.

“Let go,” Dante repeats in a soothing voice.

Her head drops forward and her cheeks blaze as her pussy clenches around my finger.

I meet my brother’s eyes, and then we both watch her as she comes, her wetness soaking my hand, her body quivering between us. She fights to cut it short and grasps for a napkin, bringing it up to her mouth.

“You two are bad. So bad,” she says after the pulses have faded.

Dante grins, shaking his head as he goes back to eating his crab cake.

I withdraw my hand, wipe my palm on my napkin, but save the juice on my fingers, which I bring up to my lips to suck clean, watching Lorraine while I do it.

Her lips part and her eyes go wide when she sees me. “I’m not going to be able to eat my dinner if you keep touching me.”

“I’ve had my appetizer,” I tell her. “I’ll be good for a while.”

When she turns to look at Dante, he says, “I’ll wait for dessert.”

Lorraine releases a long sigh and her body relaxes back against the seat as she picks up her spoon to start on her lobster bisque.

“Try a bite of this,” Dante says, offering Lorraine a forkful of his crab once she’s halfway through her soup.

She accepts it, and a discussion about their favorite seafood dishes and restaurants follows as I eat my Greek salad. I’m not a fan of seafood, and though my salad is good, it’s not nearly as tasty as Lorraine’s pussy.

22

Lorraine

These two men have completely taken me by surprise.

The fantasy I was expecting was about being wined and dined and pampered, and that is surely part of it, but they’re taking the night to new levels. Orgasms in a car and in the dining room of a restaurant (!) and the night is just getting started.

It wasn’t that long ago that I was sitting at Club Red, thinking about how I wasn’t really interested in sex anymore, and these men have me coming on their hands in mere seconds. I barely recognize myself, but I’m enjoying being someone else for the night.

The food is delicious, and their company is very enjoyable, even when they’re not sneaking their hands between my legs. We’re enjoying our entrees and having a lively discussion about our favorite movies, when the night takes a turn.

A waving hand catches my eye at a table across the room.



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