Adam was one of my regulars at the diner, a handsome guy with a smile that could make any girl’s knees weak. We’d flirted for months, our conversations dancing around the edges of something more.

“As I refilled his coffee mug, I felt his eyes lingering on me.

“You know, Cassie,” Adam said, his voice low and inviting, “you always seem so busy here. Ever think of letting someone take care of you for a change?”

The way his tone dipped told me that he was interested in giving me more than a fresh cup of joe!

“Sure, are you offering?” I asked, trying to play it cool as I wiped down the counter.

“I am,” he said confidently. “I’ll cook us a nice dinner. Maybe draw you a warm bath. Pamper you the way you deserve.”

Even under normal circumstances, the offer would have been tempting, but I’d been working a ton of hours lately and was definitely feeling the effects.

“All right,” I told him. “But only if you promise not to burn anything in the kitchen.”

He grinned triumphantly, and the mischievous glint in his eyes made me wonder exactly what kind of dirty thoughts were running through his head!

I checked my schedule, and we picked a date and time. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew it would be an escape from my usual routine of microwave dinners and Netflix binges.

When I finally pulled up to Adam’s house, my heart was racing. The house looked cozy with a well-tended garden that made me feel like I was stepping into a fairy tale — and the smell of something delicious wafted out as soon as he opened the front door.

“You look amazing,” he said, taking my hand and leading me inside.

I had a feeling he would have told me that no matter how ratty my clothes were or how messy my hair was. But I had made myself up like I had a hot date — because I did!

That late summer night was unseasonably cool, so Adam had started up the fireplace. The flames danced and crackled, and the faint sound of jazz was playing in the background. It was a stark contrast to the fluorescent lights, greasy counter and rock music at the diner.

Adam led me into the kitchen, where he’d laid out a spread that put the diner’s specials to shame — broiled steaks, homemade mac and cheese, a fresh salad in a large wooden bowl, and a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket.

“I promise, I didn’t burn a thing,” he joked.

Adam had me sit at the table, so he could bring me a plate for a change. I was amused, but it was also really nice to be off my feet.

As we ate, our conversation flowed easily, and I felt more happy and relaxed than I had in a long time.

He refused to let me touch a single dirty dish and suggested we move into the living room with our wine.

I kicked off my heels, and we sat side by side on his couch. Our attraction to one another practically made the air crackle as much as the flames.

After a little more small talk, he teasingly asked, “Ready for dessert?”

“Definitely,” I replied. I put down my glass, knowing he was no longer talking about food.

Adam was on me in an instant. His kiss was hungry, and my passion matched his own. I fell back onto the couch, our limbs tangling together as we gave in to our desire. He fondled and caressed my body, exploring every curve and valley, and I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in far too long.

The fabric of my dress whispered as it slid off my shoulders, revealing the bra beneath. Adam’s appreciative eyes raked over me, giving me an indecent thrill. He slipped his hand around to my back, deftly unhooking my bra’s clasp and allowing my breasts to spill free. His thumbs circled my erect nipples before his mouth took over, teasing and sucking my nubs until I was a puddle of need.

Don’t think my hands weren’t idle. I traced the hard lines of his chest, the muscles rippling beneath my fingertips as I worked my way down to his belt buckle. I unfasted his belt and jeans, and he slipped off his loafers and shrugged out of his pants. As he lay on top of me for another soul-searching kiss, I felt his rock-hard erection pressing against me through his boxers. I reached inside his underwear and wrapped my hand around his length. His hips jerked, and he groaned against my neck as I stroked him.

Adam removed my disheveled dress, leaving me in nothing but my skimpy undies. But he soon slipped those off, too, and whispered, “You just relax, and let me take care of you.”

My new favorite customer grazed my collar bone with his teeth before working his way farther south. He stopped at my breasts, lavishing them with kisses. He took turns suckling each nipple and nibbling on them softly. I squirmed as delicious tingles erupted in my cunt, where an aching longing had taken up residence.

Adam continued, swirling his tongue in my ticklish belly button and making me chuckle. But the laughter died in my throat when he gave my slit a long lick and flicked his tongue against my clit!

My body jerked upward, mashing my pussy against his face. Adam grabbed my hips, pushing them down against the cushion. I could have escaped his grip any time I wanted, but I didn’t. Even more honey oozed out of my aroused snatch.

Adam appeared to notice the copious fluids flowing freely from my cunt because he began repeatedly lapping at me as if he was drinking up my juice. He finally focused all of his attention on my clit, swirling his tongue around it like he had done to my nipples, before treating me to more frenetic flicks. As soon as he added his fingers to the mix, fucking me hard and deep with his digits, I was a goner. Everything he was doing combined into one glorious moment of explosive bliss, and I came with a happy shout as I ground my crotch against his handsome face.

Adam sat up, his face slippery and flushed. I reached for him, pulling him down for a pussy-flavored kiss.  He shucked off his boxers and settled himself between my thighs. His erection nudged against my crotch, and I bucked up toward him in invitation.

Unblinkingly, he stared into my eyes. His unyielding gaze made me feel more naked than anything else I’d ever experienced. He maintained our visual connection as he slowly slipped his shaft into my pussy.

“Oh, Adam,” I whispered on a sigh.

He flashed me a sexy smile and then proceeded to show me what he truly meant when he said he’d take care of me.

My virile lover fucked me slow and deep, his gentle but insistent thrusts making me see stars behind my briefly closed eyelids. Every time I thought I couldn’t possibly get more turned on, he’d do something else — change his angle, stroke my clit with his thumb, whisper something filthy in my ear. Every action stoked my ardor.

The warmth of the fireplace played over our bodies as Adam picked up his pace. Each of his strokes hit bottom, filling me completely, and the slap of skin against skin grew louder with every determined thrust. I squeezed my legs around him, urging him to bone me harder. I moaned into the crook of his neck, my nails digging into his back as he hit all the right spots inside me and set my body ablaze with pleasure.

Adam shifted slightly, and suddenly he was grazing my G-spot with every spine-tingling plunge. That did it for me, and I released a helpless cry of ecstasy. As my spasming cunt walls quivered around his rampaging cock, he increased his tempo. Suddenly, he was driving me closer to the brink of yet another orgasm.

But that’s when Adam switched things up — rearing back, grabbing my body and pulling my ass up to the arm of the couch. My legs were dangling over the side, and he stood between them. The new angle allowed him to pound into me even harder. He clutched me tightly, holding me at the perfect angle. His balls slapped against my butt with each inward pump, and my swirling climax was gathering like an impending storm.

Adam seemed to be rapidly losing control, so I reached down and rubbed my clit in fast circles to hasten my orgasm. He may not have wanted me to lift a finger that night, but that was a task I was more than willing to handle!

His eyes were locked on where our bodies were joined, watching his cock slide in and out of my slick pussy. The sight of me, the feel of me, seemed to be almost too much for him.

My fingers — and his mighty thrusts — sent me hurtling into orgasmic madness. My pussy clamped down around him, pulsing with pleasure as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. Adam groaned, his hips jerking as he followed suit, filling me with his hot seed.

He gave me soft, sweet kisses that made my heart flutter as we gradually regained our composure.

After a while, Adam helped me stand up and led me to the bathroom. He drew me a bath as promised. He helped me into the tub. The steamy water was fragrant, hot and soothing. He kissed the top of my head once more before disappearing, then returned with a glass of water for me and a few fluffy towels.

As I soaked in the tub, what little was left of my workday stress completely melted away. Adam had truly taken care of me in every way I could have imagined — and then some. There was nothing I would have changed about his date night menu. He had successfully satisfied my every craving!