I choose this night to surprise you and take you into my darker fantasy. I know you like playing to make me yours, but tonight, you are all mine. I make sure to dress for the occasion. We are only going to a casual place tonight, one where the waiters smile...and smirk...when we walk in. We have built a reputation of sorts.
I choose an outfit you have not seen before; something dark and alluring. There are no soft lines or gentle teasing in my attire tonight; I want my message clear. Little black bikini panties, a lacy black garter belt and seamed dark thigh-high stockings (to add to your temptation) hide under an over-the-knee, tight, black leather skirt, finished with calf-high boots with heels. I slide on a corset tank top, fully exposing my breasts nearly to my nipples, plumping and perking them up even more than usual. I choose my makeup to .be dark and shadowy; eyeliner, dark red lips, smoldering eyes. You are used to seeing me in light colors or little makeup at all; tonight my ideas will be known early.
When you arrive at my door you are holding a single, coral colored rose that symbolizes desire. I smile at you and we kiss briefly. I pull away soon, and you give me a little pout, looking over my attire. I am wearing a long coat so that we actually do get to our destination, and neither of us is too tempted...yet.
You brush back a tendril of hair that fell loose from the clip holding my hair up and smile looking into my eyes raising an eyebrow but smiling just the same. "What surprise is it my girl has in store tonight?"
I laugh a bit and smile, "Oh, nothing. I just felt like a change."
The ride to the restaurant is not very long, and we fill the time with the easy conversation of lovers. You are the perfect gentleman as always; opening the car and restaurant doors for me, walking arm in arm. When we are led to the table, you hold my chair for me, and I slowly unbutton my coat. As it slides from my shoulders, I hear you gasp.
My whole outfit blatantly screams, "Fuck me!" but I only smile and turn to you, "My chair?"
You kiss my neck, nibbling lightly, and I feel your bulge press against me. ""Oh, Jennifer, what are you doing to me?"
I settle in my chair, and when you move to sit next to me, I shake my head and indicate the seat across from me. Throughout the ensuing meal, you try commenting on my outfit, but I change the subject each time, leaving you only to stare and pulsate.