Recap: Stephanie and Ranger finish up at the zoo, then go back to the condo they rented before going out for the night to see The Wizard of Oz. They both find out Stephanie has a bit of an exibitionist streak.

Stephanie

The rest of our date was heaven.

The show was amazing. The witches and the monkeys flew, the costumes looked like they'd come off a movie set. The voices were magical, and my heart broke when Dorothy sang 'Somewhere Over The Rainbow.' Ranger sat to my right, holding my hand the entire show. His eyes kept scanning the room, barely looking at the stage. His thumb kept making small circles on my palm and tracing my fingers. I was captivated by the entire show, and when the curtain fell I jumped to my feet to applaud. Ranger stood up next to me, still scanning the room. I slipped an arm around his waist, and he put one around my shoulders, lightly kissing the top of my head.

We exited the theater into the crisp October air. Ranger took off his jacket and draped it across my shoulders, filling my nose with the scent of his Bvlgari shower gel. My stomach grumbled, we had needed to rush out the door without eating to get to the show on time. Not that I was complaining in the least. Ranger bending me over a couch beat grilled chicken any day of the week.

"I guess we should feed the beast." Ranger said, nuzzling my ear. "There's a lot of options around here. Do you want funky or fancy?"

I pondered for a moment. Philly certainly had nicer restaurants than Trenton, but we weren't completely without decent places to eat. Funky though? Funky wasn't really a Trenton thing. "Let's go Funky. I feel like exploring my wild side today."

I couldn't tell for sure in the low light of the street, but I think Ranger's eyes grew dark at those words. "Babe."

Tatooed Mom is a weird, quirky bar on South Street, which is a weird, quirky street about a mile south of city hall. From 14th St to the river it gets crowded, filled with bars and restaurants and shops. On a Saturday night it was stuffed with people, but somehow Ranger still managed to get a parking space just a block away, and a prime seat inside.

Instead of sitting at a table, we were perched on an old couch under a huge mirror, a long coffee table in front of us. I got a Cajun Blackened Chicken sandwich with tater tots, Ranger got a Hummus & Falafel platter. We talked about the show, our work, some of the captures we had made. Normal stuff. When our food arrived I spent 10 minutes trying to get him to eat a tater tot. "Come on Ranger, it will be fun. Try it."

He shook his head. "That stuff will kill you Babe. You should try some of mine. High protien, low fat."

I shook my head. "Sounds awful. I'm serious, what would it take for you to eat a tater tot?"

He nuzzled my earlobe again. "I'll eat one if you sit on my lap and feed it to me."

That sounded like an awesome deal, so I slid onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I reached over to my plate and snagged a tot, then placed it gently between my lips and kissed him. His tongue probed me, scooping the morsel out from between my lips and into his waiting mouth. Then it returned to mine and he deepened the kiss. I thought he would pull away, but instead he ran his left hand into my curls. When I finally broke the kiss to get some air, he had a large dollop of hummus on his finger. He playfully dabbed some on my nose, then licked it off. To get back at him I took his index finger in my mouth and cleaned it off, circling it with my tongue. His body got very still, aside from the bulge I could feel forming under my thigh. I circled his finger again, paying special attention to the knuckle as I pulled the whole thing into my mouth and stared into his eyes.

He sucked in a breath and I felt him grow even harder underneath me. He murmured under his breath something I couldn't quite make out. "Dios, mujer. Lo que me haces. Podrías ser la muerte de mí y no me importaría mientras me miras así." (God, woman. What you do to me. You could be the death of me and I wouldn't care as long as you looked at me like that.)

I had an amazing feeling of power. This man was so thoroughly in control of every aspect of his life. Every muscle and eye twitch was carefully monitored. But it was obvious he was about to lose it. He whispered his usual line about playing with fire. I could see the eyes on us from the other people in the room, and it was making me more excited than his erection straining his pants. If I had been back in Trenton, my mother would have been getting calls as soon as we walked in the door of the restaurant. Here I was anonymous. We were surrounded by people who knew nothing about us except that I was with the hottest man they had ever seen.

Ranger

I really couldn't believe what Stephanie was doing. She had always been so shy about public affection. Well, aside from that time in the Turbo. But here she was, with a couple dozen people in eyeshot, basically performing oral sex on my finger. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I'm so fucking hot right now, I want to straddle you right here and have you inside me." Her eyes had turned as dark blue as the dress she wore.

I didn't know exactly what had gotten into her, and I didn't care. It was so erotic I didn't even think she'd need to get undressed to make me cum. And while the idea of fucking her on the couch was what fantasies were made of, I didn't want to get a public indecency charge. Might make it a little difficult to get any more government contracts. Though I was pretty close to not caring. So I threw down some money on the table and scooped her up in my arms, holding her strategically. 20 years ago I had performed an identical action with my math textbook to hide exactly the same thing. Let's just say I preferred my current visual shield by a fair margin.

I elbowed my way into the men's bathroom, glaring at the only other occupant. "Out." He took one look at me and the squirming ball of sexiness and curly hair I held in my arms. He gave a curt nod of understanding and sped out the door, which I locked behind us. Stephanie wriggled to be put down, gave me a kiss, then dropped to one knee and opened my zipper.

"Babe…" I said as I sprung free. And then I couldn't say anymore, because I was in her mouth and there was nothing in the world except her lips on me. I leaned back against the door as I tried to hold out, not wanting this feeling to ever stop. I failed miserably. I don't think I lasted 30 seconds before I let out a croak. "Babe, I can't…" and exploded into her. Shudders went down my back as she sucked me dry and the world went blank for a moment.

After a few seconds that felt like blissful eons, I looked down at her. She was grinning with a cat that ate the canary grin. "Babe" I said again. I hoped she got my meaning. In this case, it was 'that was so fucking incredible, and you are the most amazing woman in the world. There is no way I deserve you.'

She stood up and grabbed a paper towel to wipe her mouth with. I tucked myself back into my pants, took one of her hands, and kissed it as lightly as a feather. I don't care how long I live, I can never do enough for her.

I unlocked the door and looked around to see if there was a mass of angry men wanting to use the john. Then I heard it. A toilet flush. We hadn't actually been alone in there, and some guy who was in a stall just got an earful.

Steph put her hand over her mouth, looking like she was torn between mortification, glee, and excitement. I grabbed her hand and threaded our way to the door before the staff got wind of what had happened. I had one more stop planned for us tonight, and it should be magic.

Unfortunately, soon after that our date went to hell.