Driving Miss Daisy - S01 E41

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Driving Miss Daisy - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

"Let's see some earrings next, Sam."

Sara selected screw-on posts of fourteen carat gold with round brilliant cut diamonds of one carat each. "That's enough, John. You'll spoil me rotten at this rate."

"Okay, but think we should buy something for Cara, don't you agree? Without her we would never have met and, do you think we should get something for your mom?" Sara nodded and we agreed on another set of one carat diamond posts for Cara and an emerald and diamond pendant with matching earrings for their mother.

Sam totaled the bill, asking me, "Cash?"

"Of course, wire transfer just like last time." He showed me the bill- -$238,000, but reduced it to 218, a discount for paying cash. I had my cell out in a flash and was speaking to my banker thirty seconds later. Two minutes after that the funds had been transferred to Sam's bank-actually just a different account in the same huge New York bank.

Sam brought out suitable boxes for each of the rings, earrings, pendant, and the bracelet. Before leaving he handed Sara another box. "My wedding gift to you. Mazel Tov!" We shook hands, Sara kissed his bearded cheek and we walked back to the street.

"I'm nervous, John. What if someone tries to steal them?"

"Don't be or act nervous. You're just a woman who's been out shopping. You're carrying a brown paper bag. You could have salami or a dozen bagels in there for all anyone knows."

"No, John-my salami is in your pants. So far as bagels go someday I'm going to smear cream cheese all over it and then lick it off. Cream cheese and cum-what a delightful combination!"

"Pervert," I whispered, a huge grin on my face. Sara kissed me, promising me much more once we were home and we began our return to Penn Station. Checking my watch I saw it was almost two in the afternoon so I led Sara on a brief detour to Keens Steakhouse, one of my favorites.

"Time for Linner."

"What?"

"Linner...you know, 'dinner for lunch. After eating here you'll be lucky to be able to eat a grilled cheese sandwich for dinner tonight."

"Linner? Do you plan to do things like this when we have children?"

"Of course, kids love things like linner." I led Sara up to the maitre d' asking him for a table for two. We were dressed neat casual, quite a bit below the usual standard for Keen's, but slipping the maitre d' a fifty solved that problem in a hurry.

Keens is one of Manhattan's finest prime steakhouses, consistently rated in the top ten by virtually every rating company in existence. We were not disappointed, especially when Sara saw the prices, I thought we'd spend $300 on our "Linner," but that was okay because Sara was going to pay.

"God, John-the prices here are ridiculous."

"I'm not worried. You're paying." Her face showed her initial shock, but then she smiled as she pulled her Tritech MasterCard from her purse. Then she leaned across the table to kiss me. It was just incredible-a kiss to celebrate our impending union, my new official housemate, and probably a dozen other things I couldn't think of at the moment.

We started with drinks-margaritas on the rocks-followed by the lettuce wedge with real bleu cheese dressing, complete with bacon bits and diced tomato-a bargain at $17.00 each. Then we agreed on the stearned Maine lobster and prime filet, medium rare with a warm red center, accompanied by hand-cut fries. We skipped dessert which Sara promised me once we were home. The meal was exquisite everything prepared to perfection. I especially loved the lobster-Sara insisted on feeding me every morsel dripping butter sauce. When several nearby diners were overheard commenting Sara silenced them in a second by holding her new engagement ring up for all to see. Their frowns (not that I cared even a little) turned to smiles and even mild applause although that did cause my face to turn the most embarrassing shade of red.

We caught a cab at the door down to Penn Station and ninety minutes later we were back in Huntington. A cab there dropped us at our door twenty minutes later. It had been an incredible day, but it wasn't over yet. Sara went upstairs to the bedroom while I made sure the house was secure for the night. I found her in front of the mirror over her dresser admiring her new jewelry. "I love them, John, but I love you even more." Then she stripped the clothes

from my body and shucked hers a few seconds later. She led me into the shower where she washed me while rubbing her swollen nipples into my chest and back.

I had done nothing but enjoy Sara's aggressiveness. It was a side of her that intrigued me. She continued by drying me and leading me to our bed, placing me carefully into the center of our queen bed-big enough if we needed room, but not so big that we'd lose contact with each other.

Once I was in place Sara climbed onto my body, engaging me in the most delightful kiss, although virtually every kiss from my bride-to-be was spectacular. She broke the kiss with a smile. "Now I think it's time for dessert. I know what I want...salami. How about you?"

"Kitty, I think-one without much fur."

"Oooh...that's exactly what I was hoping for," she said as she pivoted on my chest. Sara was only three inches shorter than me. That was great when we kissed and even better now. Her tasty pussy was just inches from my mouth even as her mouth found my throbbing organ. I reached up with my tongue, dragging it from her clit all the way to her rosebud. I repeated for several minutes using the broad of my tongue until Sara began to actively hump my mouth.

Then I moved into her tunnel, carefully using the rough bottom of my tongue to rub her sensitive G-spot and when she began to shake I switched to her clit, sucking it through a tiny one-eighth of an inch space between my teeth. I gnawed on her bud for almost a minute and Sara was cumming every second.

Now, don't think that she was ignoring me because she definitely wasn't. I had never had my cock sucked with such energy and fervor as what Sara was doing to me now. I had learned way back in elementary school that nature abhors a vacuum so when Sara sucked me with force my cock rushed to fill that empty space. I couldn't ever remember being as long or thick as Sara was making me. She had been shaking in the throes of her orgasm maybe ten seconds when I exploded. Unlike our previous encounters, Sara held the thick semen in her mouth, swirling it on her tongue which she eagerly showed me before swallowing in a single gulp. "I've read that it's wonderful for your skin. Maybe someday I'll rub it all over my chest. Then my boobs will be even softer than they are now."

"That won't be necessary," I whispered. "I love them just the way they are. They're perfect for you." I kissed her then and pulled her to me for a brief nap. We had frozen onion soup for dinner then retired again to make love the entire evening before falling asleep still coupled and in each other's arms.