Elise - S01 E52

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Elise - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

Elise answered him.

“Nope work for him and slavery for me.”

The driver laughed as we set off for the bar and soon we arrived and got my stuff out of the taxi. Elise took my small case and I had the big one and my work satchel. As we went into the bar there were quite a few customers and we went through to the office.

“I can leave the bigger one here as I just need the toiletries and such which are in the small one.”

We went up to Elise’s apartment and I left the rest of my luggage in the hallway.

“I need to change and then we can go eat.”

I watched Elise take off her dress and unclip her bra as she went to her clothes racks and rattled hangers until she found a black tee-shirt with the Rolling Stones logo on it. She held it in front of her and grinning said.

“Does this remind you of something?”

“Indeed it does, you sex mad nymphomaniac, and it certainly does!”

“I love it when you are eating my pussy, you do incredible things to it when you do. I’d give you a taste but I am so hungry just now so you will have to wait.”

“Sex and food, food and sex, is there anything else on your mind?”

“Nope, as long as they are both with you. Thong, panties or a g string, you decide.”

“Most definitely a thong!”

“Hah!”

She ***********ed a black lace edged thong and pulled it up her lovely legs to cover her pussy and tuft of pubic hair. This was followed by skin tight black leggings over which she pulled on a short violent purple skirt and then her boots.

“One thing missing though, wait there.”

About 5 minutes later she came back with full makeup on, her eyeshadow was the same violent colour as her skirt and her eyes were lined in black. A dark plum lip gloss and accentuated cheek bones transformed her from the womanly look she had on entering into a rebellious looking punk with her hair up in two bunches held with purple ribbons at the side of her head.

“Well? This feels normal again!”

She put on her leather jacket and gave me a twirl. She could wear a trash bag and still look as sexy as hell as far as I was concerned. Elise just had that effect on me.

“OK, a couple of quick things downstairs and then Charlies for something to eat then a couple of drinks and lots and lots of sex.”

“I am in total agreement with that. Let’s get this show on the road!”

Down in the bar Elise spoke with Sean and then we left for Charlies.

“Back door job, not the restaurant. I like it more in there.”

Elise pounded on the door when we got there.

“Open up! Jehovah’s Witnesses here, we know you are in there.”

The door opened with Charlie laughing.

“Best one yet, Elise. What’s wrong with the restaurant?”

“I love it in here as it feels so cosy and besides there are no people to stare at us either.”

“Come on in and have a seat then. What’s it going to be?”

“Wonton soup, barbequed duck pancakes, sweet and sour pork and egg fried rice for me. Ger?”

“Hot and sour soup, prawn spring rolls, Szechuan pork with steamed rice please, Charlie.”

“Two Tsing Taos?”

“Please, Charlie”

“No problem, coming right up Elise.”

Charlie brought the beers just moments later as the woks were fired up, cool, crisp and refreshing.

“Ahh! Just what I needed.” Elise had nearly emptied her bottle in one go. “Maybe they have this in English Chinese restaurants too.”

“I would think that there is every possibility that they will. One thing they have is better Indian restaurants because of the number of Indians that live in the UK so you will be in for a treat there.”

Charlie appeared with the soups and the side dishes and we fell to eating as we talked.

“I’m not going to get all maudling tonight as you are leaving tomorrow. I want us to have a great night together and enjoy ourselves as much as possible.”

“Sounds like a good plan and I am all for it.”

The soup dishes were replaced with the main courses and I found the Szechuan pork to be excellently spiced and tender inside. As usual, Elise was in the process of demolishing her food and was soon clearing the remnants from the plate into her mouth. She sat back and gave a satisfied sound and then an almighty burp.

“Ooops! Not very ladylike of me, I do apologise but that was great.”

“And here was me thinking of how ladylike you are too. You just shattered my illusion with that.”

Elise laughed and reached for her beer finishing it off before putting the bottle down.

“I suppose I will have to learn some manners for going to the UK and talk in a posh voice all the time. ‘I say Jeeves, could you possibly get me another crumpet?’.”

I had to laugh at her attempt at a posh English accent as it sounded more like a garbled synthesised voice.

“I think they will understand you as you are without the need of the accent. It is not as though it is a different language just a bit different with their pronunciation of it, after all it is where our language came from originally and we just adapted it.”

“OK, back home then and we’ll take it from there.”

We left after settling up and thanking Charlie and headed back to the bar with me wrapping my arm around Elise’s shoulders and her grabbing my shirt at the waist.