I've crept into the story vault again ... hope you like this one ...

It’s my birthday and you’ve promised me a show, of my choice, and a late dinner, which you say will be your choice. I choose a musical and try to get you to tell me about dinner. You won’t even give me a clue. ‘It’s a surprise’, is all you will say.
The show is excellent, and we leave the theatre talking about how good the dancers were. Outside you hail a cab. I try to hear the address you give the cabbie, but the traffic is too noisy. We drive away from the centre of town, the streets getting quieter. Still no clues. ‘You’ll see.’
After about 15 minutes we stop outside a building with double glass doors, curtained inside, with two small shrubs on either side of the doors. But no name over the doors.
I follow you inside to a dimly lit foyer, where a man appears and asks your name. You give it and he takes our coats and asks us to follow him. Through another set of doors to a room very softly lit, music playing quietly in the background.
All I can see are large circular deep red leather … what? I can’t figure out what they are. Our guide leads us through this maze of red leather, and stops next to one.
‘Your table, madam, sir. When you have made your selection from the menu, press the button on the wall and the waiter will come and take your order. He will not disturb you unless you ring for him.’ A small smile, a tilt of the head and then he is gone.
You take my hand and lead me through an opening in the circle. Now I begin to understand. Each booth is spaced out from its neighbour and so arranged that no-ones entrance faces anyone elses. And no-one can see over the top. The seats are deeply padded and the table has a lamp on it that gives just enough light to read the menu. It’s a place for whispers and secrets.
We make our choice from the menu and you press the button. A waiter appears almost immediately. You give our order and ask for a bottle of champagne as well.
The food is exquisite. ‘I am feeling very spoilt’, I whisper, raising my glass to you in mock salute. You raise yours in return. ‘The best is yet to come. More champagne?’ I nod and you press the button. When our waiter comes, you just point at the bottle and he nods, vanishes and re-appears almost at once with another bottle.
The champagne is taking effect. I am feeling very light-headed and I decide that all this red leather and soft lighting is very erotic. Which, of course, is just what it’s supposed to be.
I see you dip your finger into your champagne. You lean over and place your finger on my lips. I take it in my mouth and suck the champagne off it, while staring straight into your eyes.
The atmosphere in our booth is suddenly charged with sexual energy. The other people in their booths don’t exist anymore. There’s only you and me.
You push the table out of the way and move close to me. You reach out and pull down the straps of my top. I pull my arms free and my top slips down, exposing my breasts. You dip your finger in your champagne again and rub it lightly over my nipples. The cold and your touch make them hard. You gently suck each one in turn.
‘This is your night. Your pleasure is all I care about,’ you whisper.
You kneel in front of me. Your tongue traces circles around my nipples, then flicks hard over them. You lean back and use your hands on my tits, gently squeezing, stroking, brushing my nipples. I arch my back, pushing my tits towards you. You use your hand on one, your mouth on the other, sucking hard. Your other hand pushes my skirt up. Your fingers tickle my pussy through my panties. I know you can feel how wet I am. I lift my hips so that you can slide my panties off. Your fingers slide across my hard clit, down to my hole. You slip two fingers inside me and slowly fuck me with them, your thumb brushing over my clit. It’s teasing taken to the limit - I want more, harder, but at the same time I want you to carry on … and on … and on …
Then all sensations collide - your fingers, your thumb, your hand on my breast, your mouth - I feel myself start to cum. But it’s not hard, not fast. Your fingers are moving slowly, and every time you push them into my hot, wet cunt, your thumb strokes my clit, and I cum in time to your fingers, warmth pulsing across my stomach, my pussy, from deep within me. The intensity of it takes me by surprise. I’ve never felt anything like that before. Slow waves of pleasure that just keep going …
When they finally stop, I stroke the back of your head. You look up at me, and I take your face in my hands and kiss you, my tongue slipping past your lips.
‘And what if part of my pleasure is giving you pleasure as well?’ I say. You get up off the floor, sit down and drape your arms across the back of the seat. ‘Show me,’ you reply with a grin. Now it’s my turn to kneel in front of you. I unbutton your shirt, and use my tongue on your nipples, just like you did on mine. I know you like it. My hands unzip your trousers and I lean back and pull them down, along with your boxers. Your cock springs free, hard. I know you’ll be watching me, so I lick your balls, then lick slowly up your cock, letting you see what my tongue is doing. When I get to the tip, I take you in my mouth. I let your cock slide gently across my lips, and I stroke it softly with my tongue. I don’t suck, I’m not going to let you come just yet.
You slide down a little in your seat. I know what you want. My finger finds your arsehole and I tickle it softly. You push down against my finger, but I pull back. Not yet, my darling, not yet. I carry on playing with you, sucking you, licking you, until I feel a drop of pre-cum on my tongue. Then my finger pushes inside your arse and I start to suck your cock. You push it into my mouth, giving me the rhythm you need. I follow you, and feel you cum in my mouth. I swallow every single drop and then lick you clean, until I feel you start to soften.
I get up from the floor and we re-arrange our clothes and you pour me a glass of champagne. I sit snuggled up in your arms, safe, warm, loved.
It’s your birthday in a couple of months. At least I don’t have to worry about where we will be going for dinner!