While Zara finishes her drink Robbie captures her breasts and buttons the tight leather vest closed over them. Her gasp and soft moan as the slightly rough leather first rubs and then crushes her swollen, tender nipples makes him smile with pleasure. The night is young and his imagination runs wild. Zara sets her glass down on the bar and looks at him, her eyes still glazed with passion. "Fix your clothes babe," he tells her, his hands busy doing the same thing. "I'm hungry and I know the perfect place."
'Oh god,' she thinks, 'now... he wants dinner!' However, she nods and stands, fingers busy doing as he commanded.
"Romantic lighting, soft music," he continues, "and... private booths." He grins mischievously when he hears her groan softly. "Also, once the food is served the waiter won't return to the table until signaled. So we won't even have to deal with untimely interruptions." This time he's not sure if it is a groan or a moan, probably a bit of both. He chuckles and wraps his hand around hers. "It's not far from here so we'll walk."
'Lovely,' she thinks, 'my legs are like jelly and he wants to walk." Smiling bravely, knowing he's not nearly done with her yet, she walks with him. Outside night has fallen, the air rapidly cooling now that the sun has set. Zara shivers as the cool breeze plays across her still fevered flesh.
Robbie glances at her; then watches as another shiver ripples through her body. He imagines shivers of another kind and smiles softly. 'Oh yes, training her is going to be so much fun.' He leads her around the corner. About halfway down the side street he tugs her to a stop and turns to the stairs leading up into the building. As she walks carefully up the steps she sees the sign, small elegant simple. It has only two words written on it -- Wicked Indulgence. 'How does he find these places,' she wonders.
The first thing she notices when they enter is the lighting, it is soft and romantic just as he said; then she notices the silk screens and greenery blocking the tables from her view. 'Oh wow!' No matter which way she looks all she can see are beautiful plants and elegantly painted silk dividers. The walls are covered in what appears to be cedar stained a glossy deep red. Taking a deep breath, she nods; it is cedar. 'It smells just like a cedar glade filled with flowers.' She catches a hint of incense, 'or how an elegant Asian garden might smell.' Awed by her surroundings, she follows the tug on her hand, eyes shifting rapidly from one beautiful tasteful thing to another. A squeeze of her hand catches her attention and she realizes they have reached their booth.
Robbie grins at her reaction to the place and waits patiently for her to slide into the booth. There is only one way into the small curved booth. Backing the booth are silk screens decorated with peacocks and lotus. The other end of the booth is screen off by an elegant arrangement of greenery. Interspersed among the variety of leaves are red and white blossoms. Zara slides her hand down the back of the booth as she sits. 'Feels like leather,' she thinks, 'but it can't be real.'
"Yes, it's real leather," Robbie answers her unspoken question softly as he slides into the booth next to her. "Real leather, real silk, real oak," he raps softly on the tabletop. He laughs as her eyes widen with each word. "They have a very exclusive clientele." He reaches over and unbuttons the top button of her vest, his fingers teasing the cleavage slowly being revealed. Zara blushes and looks around franticly for the waiter.
"Robbie..." she whispers softly, "please..."
Robbie chuckles. "Still shy my sweet? Even after what you just did?" Zara blushes as she is reminded of what just happened at the club. "What happened to that naughty lady who didn't care who saw her cumming?" He teases her as his fingers undo yet another button.
"Oh god Robbie... I thought you said you were hungry."
"Oh I am my sweet," he interrupted her. "Hungry for a great many things. Some of which I will get here," his voice husky with need he continues teasing her verbally as his fingers reach for her skirt and slides it up until her bare bottom is resting on the cool leather, "some I will get later. After all you did mention dinner and dancing did you not?"
"But..."
"No buts my lovely Zara. First we will dine," he gives a wicked look, "and then we will dance. There's a little dance club I know where one can get away with all manner of naughty things on the dance floor and no one will say a word." He laughs softly at the priceless look on her face. He can tell that she doesn't know whether to be scared or turned on, but he knows it's a combination of the two. It almost always is their first time.
"Now..." he opens the menu so they can both see it, "what would you like to begin your dining experience with?" Zara shivers; she can tell from the wording of his question that he has something devilish planned.
It only takes a few minutes for Robbie and Zara to make their decision and Robbie signals the waiter who appears almost immediately. 'He was watching,' she thinks and flushes a deep red, her mind busy trying to calculate just how much he could have seen. 'The table is not that large and there's not tablecloth so whatever happens beneath the table might be visible to anyone watching, but what about the seat.' She squirms a little as her thoughts lead her down paths she's never traveled before.
Robbie places their order and requests a bottle of wine to go with their dinner. All the time he is watching her face, watching her squirm from the corner of his eye. He glances at the waiter as he takes the menu and nods at the impassive expression.
As the waiter walks away with their order, Robbie turns in his seat and faces Zara. Zara glances at his face; then lets her glance travel slowly down his lean form. With his leg cocked and resting on the seat of the booth the outline of his hard cock is easy to make out. Zara trembles and wonders what he's planning. After what seems like the longest minute of her life, she finds out. Robbie strokes her bare leg from thigh to knee softly, and then grasps her behind the knee coaxing her to place her leg over his. As she shifts in her seat to comply with his silent command, he notices a damp spot on the seat. 'Hmmm... is that a reaction to me or her wicked thoughts,' he wonders. With his other hand he takes her hand and places it on his thigh, only inches from his aching rod. "Where's that coy little lady who thought she could get what she wanted by teasing me back in the club?" he asks her softly.
Sighing softly she reaches out and runs her nails over his jean-covered cock. "I think you scared her away," she replies in an equally soft voice.
