A Full Course Meal
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A Full Course Meal
WARNING: Explicit food play and no plot to speak of. Read at your own risk.
A Full Course Meal
~First Course: Appetizer~
Sasuke sat down and leaned back with a low sigh. Work had been especially tiring today and he was looking forward to a nice, relaxing meal without his overbearing brother hanging over his shoulder.
“Have you decided what you would like to order, sir?”
Sasuke didn’t bother to look at the menu. “I’ll have my usual.” His voice was curt, perhaps sharper than he meant for it to be, but the waitress was used to his brusque manner and gave a short bow before she went on her way.
The restaurant Sasuke had decided upon for tonight was a favorite of his, though he didn’t eat here as frequently as he’d like. It was constructed in between two of the most influential buildings in the city, and obviously meant to attract tired businessmen that were looking for a good meal and had a bit of cash to spend. Sasuke snorted softly at the thought. ‘A bit’ may as well have been the understatement of the century. This place took the word expensive to another level – having a full course meal cost nothing short of five thousand dollars.
The price, however, was entirely justifiable in Sasuke’s eyes. From the thick, wine red, satiny leather seats to the indomitable service to the beauty of the murals tiled on the wall, the restaurant screamed luxury. Not to mention the food…
“Would like red or white wine, sir?” The waitress held a bottle of wine in each hand, and Sasuke nodded at the right, holding his glass out to catch the drizzle of red, succulent wine that poured. He twirled the glass by the stem lazily and took a sip, closing his eyes at the heady taste.
“Your appetizer will be here right away.” The waitress said softly with another bow, which Sasuke reciprocated with a nod of his head before shifting his attention to the various utensils on the table before him. The table itself was unusual, stretching out towards him more than it did to the side. It was covered with a black silk table cloth, and had screws underneath that allowed it to rotate if the diner wished it to do so.
The seats Sasuke had currently occupied were raised higher than was normal – it would have been uncomfortable to eat anything other than what the restaurant specialized in from such an elevation. Sasuke fought the urge to shift onto his knees. Some men, he noted as he glanced around the restaurant quickly, preferred to eat while standing up, but Sasuke was not partial to such a position. His feet were already tired from walking to and fro during the meeting this morning and he wanted to do nothing more than kick them up and relax.
Unfortunately for him, every muscle in his body tensed immediately in anticipation as the first course of his meal was wheeled to his table. The salad rested on a large, curvaceous silver tray, which was slid onto his table with ease. This time he paid no attention as the waitress bowed yet again, his eyes riveted to the work of art before him.
“G-Good evening, Uchiha-san.” Her voice was soft, trembly, and she blushed prettily as he met her gaze, though he didn’t hold it long. He let his eyes follow the line of her neck, which led him directly to her large, full breasts, and the leafy vegetables that covered them. She was reclining on her elbows, so by the laws of physics they should not have stayed in that position for long, but Sasuke knew from experience that each vegetable was painstakingly threaded through a thin, nearly invisible string, which went around her tits to tie in the back.
Sasuke didn’t see it as a work of art for no reason. The leafy greens were immaculately placed so that all of her bosom was covered except for her dark, rosy nipples, which pressed out teasingly at him through some pieces of lettuce.
“Good evening.” He rumbled lowly as he leaned forward to pop that luscious nipple into his mouth, momentarily disregarding the salad surrounding it. He heard the girl – a twinge of annoyance coursed through him at not remembering her name – let out a breathy moan as she delicately pushed her budded nipples further into his mouth. He indulged her for a few more seconds, enjoying the tangy taste of her nipple which had been coated in expensive Italian dressing as he’d suspected.
He suckled hard before biting down sharply and pulling back with a wet pop to admire the puffy, swollen bud. As he picked up a fork from the table and brought it to her breasts, he let his eyes wander over her trembling stomach, which had been liberally drizzled with more of the same vinaigrette he’d just sampled. He speared the piece of lettuce on the tender underside of her breast delicately, and ran it through the dressing lazily before eating it.
“Stretch out if you like.” He murmured as he continued to enjoy his meal, taking care not to accidentally nick her with the fork. He knew the position she was in currently had been for presentation, and that her elbows must ache from the way they dug into the silver platter. He gave her an encouraging nod as she looked at him hesitantly, and ran the fork teasingly down the slope of her now uncovered breasts.
She slid forward as her arms went down and to the side, and her hips raised deliciously into his face due to the curvature of the platter she was laying on. He heard her take a shuddering breath as the fork caught the tip of an erect nipple and looked at the silvery metal utensil with a frown.
Having been brought up in a prestigious family and dragged to several posh, expensive functions every week, he had known how to properly use cutlery from birth. Generally, the idea of eating with his hands seemed barbaric to him, but in this setting, with this luscious view….
The fork landed on the table with a quiet thump and the girl couldn’t hold back a long moan as Sasuke reached out to grasp both nipples in between his forefingers and thumbs and pinch. Much better, he though, nostrils flared and mouth dry at the sight before him.
He picked apart the remaining lettuce and deposited it on the tray before leaning over and licking up the sticky line of dressing between her plump breasts. She whimpered as his mouth sought one nipple while he fingered the other, and Sasuke watched hungrily as her dark head thrashed on the cushioned part of the tray. Her lustrous black hair was styled in a short bob that didn’t seem to suit the permanent flush of her cheeks, but Sasuke was more interested in seeing her eyes.
He pinched one nipple viciously and was rewarded when they snapped wide open, an unbelievably light gray that seemed completely white in the soft lighting of the restaurant. His cock jumped in his pants as she licked her lips, eyes wide and questioning. When he continued to stare at her flushed figure, she brought her hand hesitantly to her navel, and picked up the cherry tomato that rested there before offering it to Sasuke.
He bit into his favorite fruit with relish, licking up the juices that trailed over her fingers with a rough tongue. She mewled as he bit playfully at her fingers, and he was about to begin eating the trail of sliced cucumbers that rested on her lower belly when his eye was caught by another tray heading in the direction of his table.
He lifted his head from his salad and turned his gaze to the blonde currently being carted towards him. His first thought was that it was a bit early for the main course – he hadn’t even finished his appetizer yet – but a quick glance to the overhanging clock showed that it had already been a half hour. So he leaned back in his seat and nodded at the waiter while wiping his face with a silk napkin, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as the salad girl flushed at him as she was carted away.
He knew there had been many more treasures to be found between those slim, quivering thighs, and thought that perhaps there might have been more cherry tomatoes buried deep in her pussy, but Itachi would be furious with him if he stayed out for too long. That, and the blonde that was now being placed on his table looked positively mouth-watering…
TBC?
A/N: Can you tell I'm hungry? Lol. Review if you want to see more, loves. This is going to be a oneshot in three parts, for three courses, but I can guarantee you won't see any more if I don't get some feedback so... don't forget to review!
Til next,
Elli
~First Course: Appetizer~
Sasuke sat down and leaned back with a low sigh. Work had been especially tiring today and he was looking forward to a nice, relaxing meal without his overbearing brother hanging over his shoulder.
“Have you decided what you would like to order, sir?”
Sasuke didn’t bother to look at the menu. “I’ll have my usual.” His voice was curt, perhaps sharper than he meant for it to be, but the waitress was used to his brusque manner and gave a short bow before she went on her way.
The restaurant Sasuke had decided upon for tonight was a favorite of his, though he didn’t eat here as frequently as he’d like. It was constructed in between two of the most influential buildings in the city, and obviously meant to attract tired businessmen that were looking for a good meal and had a bit of cash to spend. Sasuke snorted softly at the thought. ‘A bit’ may as well have been the understatement of the century. This place took the word expensive to another level – having a full course meal cost nothing short of five thousand dollars.
The price, however, was entirely justifiable in Sasuke’s eyes. From the thick, wine red, satiny leather seats to the indomitable service to the beauty of the murals tiled on the wall, the restaurant screamed luxury. Not to mention the food…
“Would like red or white wine, sir?” The waitress held a bottle of wine in each hand, and Sasuke nodded at the right, holding his glass out to catch the drizzle of red, succulent wine that poured. He twirled the glass by the stem lazily and took a sip, closing his eyes at the heady taste.
“Your appetizer will be here right away.” The waitress said softly with another bow, which Sasuke reciprocated with a nod of his head before shifting his attention to the various utensils on the table before him. The table itself was unusual, stretching out towards him more than it did to the side. It was covered with a black silk table cloth, and had screws underneath that allowed it to rotate if the diner wished it to do so.
The seats Sasuke had currently occupied were raised higher than was normal – it would have been uncomfortable to eat anything other than what the restaurant specialized in from such an elevation. Sasuke fought the urge to shift onto his knees. Some men, he noted as he glanced around the restaurant quickly, preferred to eat while standing up, but Sasuke was not partial to such a position. His feet were already tired from walking to and fro during the meeting this morning and he wanted to do nothing more than kick them up and relax.
Unfortunately for him, every muscle in his body tensed immediately in anticipation as the first course of his meal was wheeled to his table. The salad rested on a large, curvaceous silver tray, which was slid onto his table with ease. This time he paid no attention as the waitress bowed yet again, his eyes riveted to the work of art before him.
“G-Good evening, Uchiha-san.” Her voice was soft, trembly, and she blushed prettily as he met her gaze, though he didn’t hold it long. He let his eyes follow the line of her neck, which led him directly to her large, full breasts, and the leafy vegetables that covered them. She was reclining on her elbows, so by the laws of physics they should not have stayed in that position for long, but Sasuke knew from experience that each vegetable was painstakingly threaded through a thin, nearly invisible string, which went around her tits to tie in the back.
Sasuke didn’t see it as a work of art for no reason. The leafy greens were immaculately placed so that all of her bosom was covered except for her dark, rosy nipples, which pressed out teasingly at him through some pieces of lettuce.
“Good evening.” He rumbled lowly as he leaned forward to pop that luscious nipple into his mouth, momentarily disregarding the salad surrounding it. He heard the girl – a twinge of annoyance coursed through him at not remembering her name – let out a breathy moan as she delicately pushed her budded nipples further into his mouth. He indulged her for a few more seconds, enjoying the tangy taste of her nipple which had been coated in expensive Italian dressing as he’d suspected.
He suckled hard before biting down sharply and pulling back with a wet pop to admire the puffy, swollen bud. As he picked up a fork from the table and brought it to her breasts, he let his eyes wander over her trembling stomach, which had been liberally drizzled with more of the same vinaigrette he’d just sampled. He speared the piece of lettuce on the tender underside of her breast delicately, and ran it through the dressing lazily before eating it.
“Stretch out if you like.” He murmured as he continued to enjoy his meal, taking care not to accidentally nick her with the fork. He knew the position she was in currently had been for presentation, and that her elbows must ache from the way they dug into the silver platter. He gave her an encouraging nod as she looked at him hesitantly, and ran the fork teasingly down the slope of her now uncovered breasts.
She slid forward as her arms went down and to the side, and her hips raised deliciously into his face due to the curvature of the platter she was laying on. He heard her take a shuddering breath as the fork caught the tip of an erect nipple and looked at the silvery metal utensil with a frown.
Having been brought up in a prestigious family and dragged to several posh, expensive functions every week, he had known how to properly use cutlery from birth. Generally, the idea of eating with his hands seemed barbaric to him, but in this setting, with this luscious view….
The fork landed on the table with a quiet thump and the girl couldn’t hold back a long moan as Sasuke reached out to grasp both nipples in between his forefingers and thumbs and pinch. Much better, he though, nostrils flared and mouth dry at the sight before him.
He picked apart the remaining lettuce and deposited it on the tray before leaning over and licking up the sticky line of dressing between her plump breasts. She whimpered as his mouth sought one nipple while he fingered the other, and Sasuke watched hungrily as her dark head thrashed on the cushioned part of the tray. Her lustrous black hair was styled in a short bob that didn’t seem to suit the permanent flush of her cheeks, but Sasuke was more interested in seeing her eyes.
He pinched one nipple viciously and was rewarded when they snapped wide open, an unbelievably light gray that seemed completely white in the soft lighting of the restaurant. His cock jumped in his pants as she licked her lips, eyes wide and questioning. When he continued to stare at her flushed figure, she brought her hand hesitantly to her navel, and picked up the cherry tomato that rested there before offering it to Sasuke.
He bit into his favorite fruit with relish, licking up the juices that trailed over her fingers with a rough tongue. She mewled as he bit playfully at her fingers, and he was about to begin eating the trail of sliced cucumbers that rested on her lower belly when his eye was caught by another tray heading in the direction of his table.
He lifted his head from his salad and turned his gaze to the blonde currently being carted towards him. His first thought was that it was a bit early for the main course – he hadn’t even finished his appetizer yet – but a quick glance to the overhanging clock showed that it had already been a half hour. So he leaned back in his seat and nodded at the waiter while wiping his face with a silk napkin, allowing his lips to curl into a smile as the salad girl flushed at him as she was carted away.
He knew there had been many more treasures to be found between those slim, quivering thighs, and thought that perhaps there might have been more cherry tomatoes buried deep in her pussy, but Itachi would be furious with him if he stayed out for too long. That, and the blonde that was now being placed on his table looked positively mouth-watering…
TBC?
A/N: Can you tell I'm hungry? Lol. Review if you want to see more, loves. This is going to be a oneshot in three parts, for three courses, but I can guarantee you won't see any more if I don't get some feedback so... don't forget to review!
Til next,
Elli