Dinner and a drink for Sam

"Damn, Sam. You look fantastic" you told her. She smiled broadly at you as she watched you look her over.

"Thank you" she replied, posing for you. "Is it everything you ever hoped for?"

"That and more" you said. "You'll make me forget all about...what's her name? You know, tall? Blonde? Perky tits?"

"No, doesn't ring a bell. Should I know her?" Sam said.

"Ah, I'm sure it doesn't matter" you said with a shrug before stepping closer to her. "What matters is that you look so fucking sexy."

"Not pretty?" the brunette asked, producing a convincing pout.

"That too" you said, smiling and putting your hands on her hips and pulling her closer. She giggled.

"I want you to say it" she said.

"You look so pretty, Sam" you told her.

"Thank you" she said, beaming. "Now are we going to go on our date or what?"

"You bet" you told her, taking her to your car.

"You're in luck, sir and madam" the maitre'd said, "a spot just opened up."

"That's wonderful" Samantha said.

"If you'll follow me" the man said after nodding.

He took you to a nice booth towards the back of the restaurant where the two of you got settled in. Your leg got stuck behind the tablecloth and you grunted. Sam giggled at this.

"Try not to pull all this fancy dinnerware off the table, please" she said.

"Please don't, sir" the maitre'd said with a slight smile that you knew meant 'if you do, I'm going to get chewed out for it'.

"I'll try not to" you said to both.

"Thank you, sir. Now, what would you like to drink?" he asked as he gave you both a menu.

"Sam?" you asked, letting her go first.

"I'll have a Manhattan, please" she said.

"Very well. And you, sir?" the man asked of you.

"Do you have the stuff to make a Sazerac?" you asked.

"Yes, sir" he replied.

"Very well, a Sazerac please" you told him.

"Excellent choice, sir" he said, walking off.

"They have a lot of good food here" Samantha told you.

"Yeah?" you asked. "I haven't looked at the menu yet."

"No?" Sam asked, looking at you with an inquisitive gaze in her eyes.

"I've been looking at you, if you must know" you said.

"Oh, really now?" she asked with a smile. "There's no cleavage on display and I don't have that much to begin with."

"I don't care about your cleavage right now. I just like looking at you, clothed or otherwise" you said.

"Are you falling in love with me?" Sam said, her smile turning into a decidedly evil-looking grin.

"I think I am" you admitted, more to yourself than to the girl herself.

"Good" she said with a look of self-satisfaction on her face.

"Yeah, I figured you'd like that" you told her.

"A lot. I'll think about a way to thank you while we eat" she said.

pparently she came up with something after the two of you had ordered.

"Hey, is that your sister?" she said, pointing at the entrance.

"Huh?" you asked, looking at the doors. You saw nobody that even remotely looked like either Rebecca or Dawn, but when you looked back at Sam she had disappeared. You just saw a flash of green fabric. Seconds later you felt a hand on your groin.

"Sssh" Sam said, looking up at you from between your legs. "Just let it happen, okay?"

"Alright" you said, feeling her start kissing your groin.

"Here's your drinks, sir" a waiter said as he came up to you.

"Thanks. Just put it down, thanks" you said.

"Alright. Here's the Manhattan for your ladyfriend, and here's your Sazerac, sir" he told you.

"Thank you" you said, watching him go. In the mean time, Samantha had taken your cock out of your pants and had started stroking you.

"I'm thanking you, too" Sam said, licking your tip gently.

"I should be nice to you more often" you told her, reaching down to stroke her hair.

"You should" she replied, smiling broadly at you between licks at your sensitive cockhead. "I like it and it makes me so fucking wet."

"How wet?" you asked her, your cock throbbing with anticipation.

"If I sat on your lap now I'd take you to the hilt without even having to move" she told you.