I kissed your zipper before looking up at you for permission to sit up. You nodded. When I sat up, I felt like I was blushing all the way down to my toes. We were in the parking lot of my favorite restaurant. We rarely have the opportunity to come here, as it is generally packed and requires reservations.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"Having dinner, what else? This is a date after all darlin'. Now, get presentable and let's head in. I'm starving."
You hopped out of the car as I readjusted my dress. Just as I reached for the door handle, you opened it for me. Small, romantic, gentlemanly gestures do it for me and you know it. You put your arm around my waist and walked us to the door, opening it for me as we went through. The hostess walked us to our table and you ordered our drinks. Moscato for me and sweet tea for you. I rarely drink and one of us needed to be able to be relatively sensible.
We sat and talked while the waitress went to grab our drinks. I had finally begun to calm down. The need and want for you was still there, as always, just not quite as intense and emergent as it was in the parking lot. We were settling back to normal. Then the waitress returned.
"Have we decided what we want?" She smiled at you sweetly.
I could tell she found you attractive. Who wouldn't? I'm quite proud to call you mine. That's exactly what you are. MINE. When she touched your shoulder and bent forward to point out her recommendations, her chest rubbed against your hand and I let out a growl. She just looked at me and went right back to her flirting. Most women that look like her tend to dismiss me without a thought. You're gorgeous and I'm...well...me.
My 5' tall chunky body and occasionally uncooperative wavy, not quite curly, hair aren't exactly the things men like you look for. I'm overweight and have a tummy. Yes, I have a big booty and large chest, but the tummy is usually a dea lbreaker for most men. She, on the other hand, was like a model. She had long blonde hair, perfect breasts, big blue eyes, a flat tummy, and a perky tush. I'd have estimated her height at about 5'7". My face fell a bit, as it generally does when I feel I've been reminded why you're out of my league. You caught it.
Knowing what I was thinking, you reached over and pulled me to your side. You laid the menu down and turned to face me, softly sliding your hand over my cheek. I looked up at you.
"Stop. You know better than to think what you are. YOU are who I want, and YOU are mine. No one else. Understand?" I could see the fire in your eyes as you reiterated to me what you have so many times before.
"Yes Daddy. I'm sorry," I lowered my eyes sadly.
Disappointing you always breaks my heart a little. I've come a long way since we met and you started showing me how I should be loved. I still have a way to go though.
You growled and hungrily pressed your mouth to mine, pouring all of your love and need for me into a very thorough, passionate kiss. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my juices begin to trickle down them as you reignited my fire. One kiss, one touch, hell sometimes just a look are all it ever takes for you to have me writhing for you. I buried my fingers in your hair and let out a whimper. As I slid my thigh over yours, the waitress cleared her throat.
