The doorbell rings and I catch my breath! You’re here!
I hurry to finish my makeup and put a tiny dab of Joy at my throat. I
call to you, ‘come in, the door’s open’ and soon I hear your footsteps in the
hall. One last look in the mirror. Ok - it’s
the best you can do! A special dress... black silk, high at the throat but backless to below the waist and falling softly
to the floor. Split on each side to the top of my thighs. New clear heels. He’s tall so they are
6”ers. Hurt like hell but I know he likes me in them. Diamond earrings. No
other jewelry. Ok girl. You’ll pass. I
grab my handbag and shawl and walk out of the bedroom and down the hall, to
where you are standing. I stop to look
at you, always amazed with your poise, grace, presence. And you look so
handsome tonight in your grey slacks and navy sport coat. Thinking, we DO make a handsome couple! I walk to you and lean up, and kiss you
lightly on the lips. Inhaling the faint
hint of your aftershave. I close my eyes a moment and breath deeply, savoring
you. Then I hand you my shawl and you wrap it around my shoulders, leaning in and
kissing my neck as you do. Your warm breath on my neck makes me shiver. Mmmmm
this man……..
Into the car and zoom zoom – away we go. I sit in the seat
turned so I can watch you while you fiddle with the radio, finally choosing my
favorite CD instead. You pop it in and
the soft sounds of Eric Clapton’s guitar fill the car. I smile and watch you drive - so serious as
you take the curves, winding thru the city to our destination. Soon we arrive and since it’s such a lovely
night, we decide to park and walk rather than use the valet service. We walk holding hands, our shoulders
touching. As we enter the restaurant,
you tell the hostess we’re here, and after only a short time we’re taken to our
table.
A square booth, off to one side, very cozy, dimly lit, with long
white linens and sparkling silverware. We slip in and get comfy, sitting close enough that our legs are
touching. My left leg lightly brushing your right leg. The waiter, seeing us, arrives with water,
and two black napkins to replace the white ones on the table. You lean towards him and ask that he leave
the white ones as well as the black ones.
He smiles and does so, filling our water glasses before leaving… and returning
with the wine list. Smiling and talking
about nothing in particular, I’m reading the white wines, when I feel your hand
on my thigh. I smile and cut my eyes
towards you, looking deeply into your twinkling dark eyes. You’ve seen what I’m wearing, and you know
it’s shoes, and the dress. Nothing else and as I look down it’s suddenly
very obvious I’m not wearing a bra. Luckily the room is dimly lit. I reach for the white napkin as I smile at
you, shift slightly on the leather seat, and slide the napkin under me. Your
grin changes into a full smile as I feel my face flush.
As I sip my water, my left hand drops below the edge of
the table and I slowly reach for you.
Resting my hand on your lap, I can feel you thru your trousers,
growing. Carefully I slide the zipper
down, casually glancing around to see if anyone is noticing us. Of course they aren’t, why would they. Just
two people about to share a meal.
I slip my hand inside your pants and close my fingers
around you, at the same time spreading my legs open a little. Stroking you slowly, you continue to grow
under my touching and caressing. I rub
my thumb in circles over the head of your cock until I feel the warn sticky
droplets of pre-cum dampen my finger. At
the same time, your fingers touch my mound and you slip a finger between my
lips. Breathing deeply, looking into
your eyes, I see the waiter headed our way.
I slip my hand away from you and sit very still, sucking my thumb as you
order scotch on the rocks and a glass of Riesling.
The waiter notices your hand, or your arm, which hasn’t
moved. And he sees me flicking my tongue
across my thumb. His eyes change, and I try to imagine what he’s thinking as he
turns to leave. I lean over and kiss
your ear, whispering softly ‘have I told you today how good you taste?’ And with that you bring your fingers to your
lips, tasting me and smiling.
I grab the other white napkin and slip it down between
us, the black napkins still in place with the flatware, and I slip my hand back
inside your trousers… smiling into your eyes as I touch you again. And you smile back as you reach back below
the tablecloth and press your finger against my clit, knowing what that will do
to me. The waiter returns with our
drinks and lays the menus on the table, and asks if we are ready to order. In a voice suddenly hoarse with passion, you
tell him no, we’ll order later and he smiles knowingly as he turns to leave.
We ‘clink’ our glasses in a toast. ‘Cheers, my
love’ ‘ mmmm yes, cheers my beautiful
man’.
I feel the pressure of your fingers increasing as I begin
to stroke you slowly, curling my fingers around you, tugging gently and again
making circles with my thumb. You firmly
dip your fingers inside me, curling them back and brushing against my G-spot,
causing an involuntary moan to escape my lips.
I grip the table with my right hand as my body tenses. My left hand stroking you as you lay the
white napkin across your trousers. I
sense your breathing increasing, as I struggle not to cry out your name. Simultaneously we reach for our drinks, still
touching, probing, exploring. You
increase the pressure and I look into your eyes and silently mouth the words
‘I’m there!’ And in that moment my
orgasm begins, sending waves of intense pleasure thru my body as I coat your
fingers with my warm creamy juices. And
as I stroke you, long hard strokes from base to tip, I watch your eyes as you
smile and whisper ‘me too’.
After a few minutes you motion for the waiter, and when
he comes to the table, you order another round.
As he smiles and walks away, I lean over to you and whisper softly in
your ear... ‘darling, do you think he suspects?’ and you smile into my eyes and
say ‘I hope so.’
The dinner has been divine……. The lump crab hors d'oeuvre
with remoulade sauce was wonderful. I had the petite filet, medium rare
while you had the Greek chicken. You eat so healthily, which pleases me. I
want you around for a long, long time.
The conversation has been intimate and stimulating, as always and now
we settle back for coffee and dessert. The waiter isn’t becoming impatient but he has been eyeing
us from afar. You nod in his direction and he returns to the table. Cappuccino for me, no – not decaf and a
brandy for you and one crème brulee with two spoons.
You’re leaning back against the banquette seat and I’ve
turn to face you, leaning against my left hand, which is planted behind your
right hip. I’ve turned enough to drape my right leg over your left thigh,
and I can slowly slide it up and down your leg, all totally concealed by the
long tablecloth. Our faces are close as
we whisper to one another… little nothing things that are so very important.
Brandy, coffee and dessert arrive and I hand you your
glass. I dip a spoon in the brulee and bring it to your lips. Then I lean in and flick my tongue against
your lips, stealing a little taste. I’ve come to know that everything is better
when tasted from your lips – even me! I
offer you a strawberry and watch the way your lips close around the tip of it, much like they close around my nipples - softly, yet firm. And as I watch
your eyes, I know you’re thinking the same thing. I press closer to you, my left breast rubbing
your arm, my reaction is immediate and obvious, causing me to clear my throat
to regain control. I feel your hand on
my bare back, gently caressing my skin, moving up and down slowly, making my
nipples even harder, and my hand shakes slightly as I hold the coffee cup. I lean closer to you, nibble your earlobe
with my teeth, and whisper in your ear ‘my darling, I want you. Can we please
go home?’ I smile into your eyes and you
nod and reply ‘yes my love, yes……’
Another signal and the
waiter brings the check…While he processes the credit card I lift my leg off
your lap so you can adjust your fly and your trousers. Giggling softly, I lean over and whisper in
your ear again ‘tip him well, my darling, and maybe he won’t notice that I’ve
stolen two white napkins…..’
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