A BIRTHDAY TREAT

[newterri]

Names changed from an early smutfic I wrote, loosely based on a popular naval crime show.. :-)


This was their first 'date night', now some weeks after Lonny's car crash.

He was walking gingerly, but now with just a cane; The hospital crutches had been crimping his style. And machismo.

Lonny hated being reliant on others, but welcomed Riva's personal attention recently, and clear concern. Not just as a long time work colleague, but as a very close friend.
And sometime lover.

She had rushed to the hospital as soon as she heard, and had sent every spare hour since, at his bedside; Feeding him mainly liquidised meals, mopping his fevered brow, checking his drips; Even helping the nurses, with bed baths.

Although he couldn't speak at the time, having suffered a dislocated jaw, and kept in a precautionary neck brace, Riva noticed he had CLEARLY enjoyed her and the nurse, being intimately 'hands on'.. But being in a public ward, that couldn't go any further-
Their sex games would have to wait..

Lonny's appetite for food was returning though, which was a good sign that he was on the mend. Riva had booked a corner booth at their favourite restaurant, as the first part of his birthday gift.

Evening bookings were always popular with courting couples, of all ages; The lighting was always set low, with discreet waiting staff, and the rows of leafy potted plants that were dotted around, ensured no one was overlooked, in their own private space.

Crisp white linen covered each table, reaching almost to the floor; A centrepiece of three lit candles, sat on a small silver tray. Tenderly stroking hands, they perused the menu, and opted to share a creamy salmon and pasta dish, to start; It arrived soon enough, along with a delightful glass of champagne.

Lonny smirked, as the bubbles caused Riva to let out a very dainty hiccup. He gazed at her deep brown eyes, twinkling in the soft candlelight.

They had chosen a slow roast Beef Wellington to follow, for the main course. Their waiter said it would take a while, so they ordered a full bottle of bubbly to enjoy, while they waited.
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Riva studied Lonny's face, while he refilled for them both. He was smiling, and looking
much more relaxed now. - Was it because of the alcohol, or being out and about again, she wondered..?

'Both', he whispered, leaning forward as her handed her a glass.

'What?'

'I love the champagne, and being here, again- with you.'

'I can tell', Riva teased, feeling his soft leather shoes slide up and down her freshly waxed legs, which were framed in a short black dress. He hooked them behind each knee, pushing her thighs apart- making her blush slightly.

Clamping her legs together, his feet was now trapped.
'Be careful, Lonny- you might bruise that too'.

'What's one more bruise? my aching body wouldn't notice, right now'.

'Oh, I wasn't taking about your foot. Is it stiff?

'Stiff? What?'

Riva had released him, and stretched out one leg- her now bare foot was gently rubbing into his groin. 'THAT!'

Lonny jumped in his seat, almost choking on his drink.

'Riva!' he gasped.

'What's the matter, Lonny? - Can't you take the.. beat, in the kitchen?'

'It's heat, Riva- heat'.

He adored her Riva-isms. But where was this leading?

'If you're still sore, down there, Lonny, I can take care of that for you..'

Lonny was the one blushing, now. He wasn't sore, THERE.. But was now certainly stiff.

'But, our food will be coming out soon, Riva'.

'That's not the only thing, that is coming out..' Riva whispered, before she ducked under the table.. Lonny pulled at his collar, and looked around, nervously. No one had noticed her disappear from view; A waiter passed by, saw him flustered, and gave a knowing smile.

Riva was now kneeling between Lonny's legs, running her hands along his firm thighs.
It was dark under the table, so she had to go by touch, and soon found Tony's very 'special guest', bulging through his trousers.

She felt him twitch as she lowered his zipper, and felt inside. Lonny reached under the table, and tried to run his hands through her hair- but she pushed them aside, determined that nothing would interrupt her special treat for him.

Riva put both hands inside against his boxers, and and ran her fingertips along his thick, smooth penis. He was still hairless, clearly having enjoyed being shaved at the hospital, and was keeping himself bare 'down below' ever since.

This was the first sexual contact they had shared, for a while. Lonny let out a moan, from above.

She leant forward to kiss the bulge, and then took hold at each side of his unbuckled trousers, and briefs too- sliding them down to his knees, letting them fall to the floor.

Riva now had him totally at her mercy. He couldn't stand up, as his lack of lower clothing, and THAT thing, standing proud, would be rather obvious. Neither could he slide down under the table to join her, as there was barely room for one, hidden only by the tablecloth.

Sweeping her long hair to one aide, she started kissing up and down his legs; each time she got to the top, she placed the lightest of kisses on him, causing more stifled moans.

Lonny's knees held around her, as she leant forward into his groin again; she stayed there, licking down each side of his manhood, and rubbing around the base; Her thumbs were also busy, gently stroking his plump testicles.

Riva heard someone speaking, at their table, and froze- her soft wet lips now fully around Tony's tip; he put a hand under the table, gripping onto one of her shoulders, which she took to put a hold on proceedings.

'Is everything OK for you, sir?' A waiter enquired, clearly unaware of the human 'dessert', that Lonny was enjoying below. 'F-fine, thank you', he muttered. 'Can we get another bottle?'

'Certainly'.

Lonny tapped the side of Riva's head, indicating the waiter had now left- But maybe not for long. Their food was also due, in about five minutes.. She resumed sucking again, running her hands and lips up and down Lonny's shaft, as he slid forward in the seat.

He was gripping the table edge with one hand to keep steady, the other now twirling her hair between his fingers, and rubbing her earlobe, as she bobbed up and down.

Oh, God. Lonny really knew how to tweak her buttons, too.

Her panties were getting moist, but she was determined to finish him off first-
She could take care of herself later, if needed.

Lonny was in no fit state, for their usual full on 'physical therapy', just yet..

Riva sensed he was now very close to coming, as his groin heat started to spike, and both legs were tensing up. She gripped hard on he base of his shaft, and furiously licked at his purple crown, now peeking out of his foreskin.

His twitched, and one knee jerked up under the table, as he exploded. Hot semen splashed over her nose, and across her flushed cheeks. Another wave landed on her neck. She caught the third, and last load, in her mouth, sucking and licking him dry.

My Tony. My hot, Italian, sweet and salty, Lonny.

Gathering her breath, Riva felt him handing her a napkin to wipe her face.
Always so thoughtful. She helped pull his boxers and trousers back up, gently patting his now softening guest.

They now were both sat up, and grinning at each other like giddy teenagers, just as their main course arrived.

Raising a glass, Riva said 'Happy birthday, special agent Lonny'.

'Oh thank YOU, VERY special agent Riva'.

They clinked glasses, and tucked in.


The End.

[AlosAliziiiii]

Nice story. Enjoyed reading this
Thanks.