We are sitting in our favourite restaurant making small talk as you twirl a strand of spaghetti around your fork slowly and then raise it to your lips, taking the free end of the pasta between your lips seductively and suck it off the fork your eyes never leaving mine. You smile that devastating smile as the last of the spaghetti disappears in your mouth. You lick your lips seductively; your tongue slowly, lasciviously traces the whole of your lips and your teeth tips.
I, for my part smile, enjoy your flirtatious behaviour. You act is if no one else is in the restaurant despite the fact that as usual it is virtually full. In your eyes I am the only person on the planet as you act so brazenly, so wantonly.
You pick up a bread stick and place it between your lips, sliding it in and out slowly without biting it. It slides in deeper and again you smile a promise yet to come. As you slowly pull the bread stick you whisper; "The cat got your tongue David?"
I just shake my head and smile. We both know the little game we play. You tease and flirt with me until I decide that my turn for fun has come. You squirm in your seat, already getting aroused from your little act. Your Armani powder blue leather two piece suit with a camisole style top squeaks slightly as you do. The satin lining caresses your quickly hardening nipples that strain against the close fitting garment. You elected to wear a stunning pair of Louis Vuitton navy blue tight fitting knee boots with a 4" heel. The navy blue boots setting off the pale blue of the Armani suit exquisitely. I let my loafer fall of my foot and place my foot against your naked pussy. You gulp at this unexpected action.
My naked foot is assailing you, teasing you, the big toe stroking your already engorged clitoris.
"What's the matter Pamela, cat got your tongue?" I quietly enquire as your cheeks suddenly flush. You shake your head trying to regain your composure. But you know you've just lost valuable ground and it will not be easy to regain it. Your salvation arrives in the shape of the very sexy waitress who has been waiting on us regularly for several weeks. "Is madam all right?" she enquires with some concern but has an inkling of the proceedings between us. "Yes, erm, yes I'm fine. No seriously I'm fine. Could I have some more wine please?"
She pours you a glass of the fabulous Chianti that the restaurant always caries, smiles knowingly and graciously departs. You grit your teeth as my big toe plays with you, driving you to distraction. You open your legs a little wider, you bite your bottom lip as you place your palms face down on the table. I can see you're getting to the "When Harry met Sally" moment and I stop moving my toe. You squirm against it and I shake my head. You pout; you know you've lost the first round.
I place my foot, complete with sodden toe, back into my shoe and smile the contented smile of someone who has achieved his first aim. We continue our meal with a casual air and enjoy each others company. We say our fond farewells to the owner, maitre'd, and generously tip our regular waitress who we know will be there for us on our next visit, place your fur coat across your shoulders and I produce a simple belt, but quite long that I had secretly placed inside your coat pocket. I turn and face you, kiss you passionately on the mouth and you respond with equal passion and desire. I slip the belt around you and pull it gently against your waist, and catch a taxi back to the hotel. I explore your body through the suit knowing the satin lining arouses you to sexual heights. My hand strokes your thighs and I explore above your stocking tops, my finger tips delicately brushing your labia lips. You shudder at the touch place both your hands on my cheeks and kiss me passionately and with abandon not caring that you had an audience as my fingers explored your sex. Your tongue responding exploring my mouth telling me you were enjoying being explored. I ask the taxi driver to stop a couple of blocks away from the hotel as I felt we should walk the remainder. He drove away with memories of seeing through his rear view mirror you being fondled and stroked
As we release each other from our embrace I slip one end of the belt through a loop at the other and take hold and you instinctively know what you must do. I pull gently on the belt for you to walk with me and you say simply "Yes Sir." And we walk side by side you arm looped in mine, as I hold the strap in the other hand. We enter the foyer of the hotel and the staff are all very deferential to us, being as we are regular visitors and have a reputation of being generous tippers.
"Pamela, I want you to go to the ladies powder room, remove your leather top and meet me back here with your fur coat on, but open. You understand?" You nod in acknowledgement and I slip the belt off you and you make your way to the ladies. I sit and await your return and I gasp in admiration, as do others on your return. The jacket drapes over your breasts and covers them but leaves no doubt what is underneath. You sashay your way towards me and I say "A nightcap before we retire Pamela I think." You nod and smile knowing full well that you like being an exhibitionist and I adore showing you off.
We sit at the bar, your leather skirt riding up your leg, but you don't care your master is in control and that's all that matters. You toy seductively with your glass of wine as I sip my scotch. We make small talk not noticing admirers that have been attracted to the bar. I ask for the tab to sign but the barman refuses and says it's on the house.
We step off the bar stools and I slip my hand inside your coat and wrap my arm around your waist and guide you out towards the door and there are gasps everywhere as you modestly pull your fur coat together. I indulge you in your modesty and slip my hand around your waist outside your coat and whisper apologies into your ear for me forgetting my manners for once. You smile and say thank you. We enter the elevator alone and as the door closes I pull you towards me and slide my hands inside your coat, grab your leather covered butt and squeeze gently as we kiss passionately. Your tongue snakes inside my mouth and you groan as I stroke your buttocks. I feel you clench them together and your thighs close tight.
Thwack. "Not just yet, Pamela. Not just yet." You nod in gloomy acceptance at my instructions. The elevator arrives at our landing and I slip the belt around you once more and gently pull it and you obediently follow. As we arrive at our door and I take out the swipe card I notice that the corridor is empty so I slip you coat off your shoulders leaving you exposed. You look around in a panic but see no one is there suddenly do a twirl for me in the corridor, take the card out of my hand, swipe the lock, push open the door and step inside. You then crook your finger at me to follow.
