It was a crisp, fall night, the kind we both loved and, just maybe; it set the stage for a remarkable memory... passion filled. As we enjoyed a sumptuous dinner, fire crackling in the foreground, we talked of the mundane and filled the gaps with flirting and laughter.
Midway through dinner I caught a glimpse of what can only be described as... well, at the time, I was speechless. Peering over her long black boots and tucked under her form fitting black dress, I was stunned to see black lace stockings, rose patterned straining against her curvaceous thighs.
5'7'', voluptuous, Italian redhead with wild strands of hair and delicate black lace stockings; it was amazing! I couldn't help but say, "Jesus, you look phenomenal tonight!" (She smelled wonderful too)
She replied, "You think so?"... Then, slowly, she slid her dress up her thigh, indifferent to those around us and with only one purpose... to drive me crazy! With her fingers caressing her thigh, she made what was spectacular before, now simply the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
For the rest of the dinner, we talked a lot but I heard very little... almost drifting in and out of consciousness while I looked at her... her thick, red lips ...the strands of red, spiraling hair flirting over her eyes... and, those stockings... oh, those stockings.
I guess I rushed through dinner; she didn't mind. I could see as we walked to the car, hand in hand with some heavy flirtation, that the night had really just begun. As I opened the car door, to be a gentleman of course, she sat down... left leg in the car first, right leg remained on the ground.... She pulled her skirt up, now a full view of the stockings and her masked pussy. Clearly, this gentleman was not dealing with a lady... and, dammit, I was happy for that.