Panthea slipped into the backseat of the black town car and tried to relax in the deep bucket seats. She was more than excited to get Marcus’s call to join him. Although he had only been gone for the day, Panthea missed him terribly and planned to show Marcus why he should never leave town without her again.
As the driver made the trip in to Manhattan, Panthea gazed out the window. She always loved coming to New York, there was so many things to do, and the food was usually to die for. Panthea hoped that she would have a chance to get in some shopping while she was in the city. After all, what trip to New York City would be complete without hitting the stores? She planned to go to Bebe’s on 5th Avenue and Prada Broadway and then Le Corset to pick up some sexy lingerie for Marcus to peel off her.
When the limo pulled up in front of their hotel, Panthea really felt special. The driver got out and opened the door, but to Panthea’s surprise, Marcus got in. “I’m so glad you’re here, baby,” Marcus announced.
Panthea threw her arms around Marcus and kissed him like she hadn’t seen hi
m in months.
“I am so glad to be here,” she said between kisses. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, Marcus.”
She loved the way she felt when she was with him. Marcus Douglas knew how to treat a lady and for that, she was grateful. Being with Marcus made her wonder just how she had survived so long, so many years without him. But then Panthea realized; she’d never known real love until she’d started loving him. Like now, sitting in the back of the limo, hugged up like they had a right to be together. Panthea couldn’t remember a time when she felt better.
The limo turned down 45th street and pulled up in front of Frankie and Johnnie’s Steak House. The driver rushed to open the door for his passengers. “Enjoy your evening. Please call when you’re ready,” he said to Marcus who slipped him a tip.
“This place was voted the number one steak house in the city. And it’s close to the theatre district,” Marcus said as he held the door open for Panthea to walk into the elegant two-story townhouse that once belonged to the legendary actor John Barrymore. Panthea didn’t have a problem accepting the lady-like treatment she felt all women deserved.
The restaurant’s burgundy and mustard color scheme provided a soothing backdrop for a romantic evening. Panthea couldn’t decide if she wanted to sit on the first or second floor. When the hostess led them upstairs to a romantic little table near the fireplace, she decided that’s exactly where she needed to be. The Barrymore room had stained glass ceiling panels and dark wood walls. Once the hostess walked off, Marcus took Panthea’s hands and held them to his lips.
“I’m hoping you’ll enjoy your evening,” he said in that dreamy voice he often used in Panthea’s presence.
“I don’t think you need to worry,” she informed him and then leaned closer to him. “Besides, you know when I’m with you things are always better for me.” Panthea smiled and he kissed her hands again.
“Well, I hope you’re up for a really good time. I thought we’d go to the theatre, catch a play then go dancing if you’d like.”
Is he for real? Panthea thought. Could this all be a facade? Maybe he’s just being this good because this is only a part time thing for him. Panthea had been thinking these thoughts more frequently. She’d also been fantasizing about life without her husband, and she knew it was all because of the time she spent with Marcus and the way he’d treated her. Had she been told this a few months ago, there was no way she’d have listened.
After wrapping up meals of filet mignon & South African lobster tail, Panthea sat back waiting for dessert. “Their Crème Brulee’ is the best here. How was your steak, baby?”
“Everything was just perfect,” Panthea said enthusiastically.
“Good. I like perfect.”
When Marcus looked at her with such lust burning in his eyes, she wanted nothing more than to clear the table and crawl on top where she’d offer herself for his taking.
Panthea ate all of the dessert she could stand, and then moved the dish away from her on the table.
“Tony Danza is playing in The Producers. I’ve got tickets,” Marcus announced.
“How the hell did you snag tickets for The Producers?” Panthea wanted to know.
“Baby, it doesn’t matter how I got it done. All that matters is that I thought you might like to see one of the longest running shows on Broadway.”
The show was great. Panthea at times forgot that although they made up a couple by the sheer fact that they were together, the fact remains that she was still married and not to Marcus.
No married woman would ever conduct herself like this, Panthea’s alter-ego whispered hours later as she balanced herself on Marcus’s face. “Yes, baby, right there. Right there,” she cried.
Marcus’s hands reached up and caressed her thighs then her stomach and her bouncing breasts. She was riding his face like she wasn’t quite sure if pleasure like this would ever come her way again, so she had to make the best of what she had at that given moment.
When Marcus felt her body jerk, he started doing a nibbling move which caused her button to swell instantly. Her juices were flowing down his chin faster than he could sop it up. For the last fifteen minutes, Panthea had been switching between a high-pitched squeal to a belly-wrenching yell and the sounds just made Marcus want to suck up even more of her sweet nectar.
Panthea flinched and tightened her thighs around his head. “Oh yes—yes, baby, yes!”
When Marcus heard that high-pitched squeal this time, he knew she had arrived at that place. Now it was time for him to switch things up a bit. He worked his way up and grabbed a hold of her succulent ass and tilted it just so. With a mighty thrust of his hips, he shot his dick into her with intensity, she had to buck just to steady herself. He grabbed her shoulders to hold her in place and gyrated his hips.
“Come on baby.” Panthea wiggled her hips. “Don’t stop now. You’re close. I can feel it. Bring it on home, baby. Bring it!”
He plunged deeper for a few more minutes before he exploded with great force.