Dinner is perfect and romantic again. And once again you look so amazing; I can only think about one thing all evening. I'd been struggling with the arousal caused by watching you pamper yourself and get ready again, and just thinking about what you did for me only hours ago makes me even hornier. Tonight you have again captured the gaze of the entire restaurant. And I'm soaring with pride to show you off. You literally appeared to float into the room, with your long brown curls flowing in time to the swaying of your dress. You can't help it, but your height and your mile long legs make you look like a super model when you walk. And the fact that you're perched atop your "stripper heels" only adds to the affect. Since you rarely wear high heels, the first time I bought the platformed "stripper heels" for you, you only tried them on long enough for me to bend you over our bed and fuck you senseless. Then they went right back to the store. Fortunately, those platform shoes have come into fashion for everyone, besides strippers and runway models. But you're so tall, usually they're really too much, and only on these rare occasions will you wear them.
Luckily for me, your incredible figure is that of a Playmate, instead of a rail-thin runway model. Your dress is slinky, white and summery, with tiny straps exposing all of your shoulders. The triangle tops hug your breasts, with the V drawing eyes into your cleavage. The open V of the back plunges mercilessly towards your ass, and the flowing baby-doll dress dances around your hips. It loosely hangs to your mid thigh and the effect as you move is tantalizing. The short hem and open back teasing glimpses of more of your smooth skin.
With the encouragement of the wine, our dinner conversation quickly turns naughty. We've both definitely forgotten the daily grind, and only talk about us. I've made no secret of how incredibly hot you look, trying to flatter you into admitting your beauty. I always explain it that you're not just hot or pretty. What sets you apart is that you have a "glamorous" beauty. You've been told by many that you look like some movie star, usually someone with long, curly brown hair. To me you are the perfect blend of Andie McDowell and Julia Ormond....with some Cindy Crawford thrown in for good measure. I feel like I have to explain why I want you so much, since you usually deflect my compliments. But when you are dressed so sexy, and your confidence builds, that's when I'm turned on the most. When you know how hot you are, you exude sex, and it drives me wild. Your voice gets a little raspier, and every word you say sounds seductive.
Sitting next to you in our booth, with my hand on your thigh, staring into your eyes....I'm right where I want to be. The look you give me, raising your brow, tells me you're wondering what I'm daydreaming about.
"I'm sorry" I say, "You're so beautiful."
"Oh yeah..." you softly reply. Instead of deflecting, you're somewhat agreeing with me, and leave the door open for more compliments.
"Yeah... I'm so lucky to be with you. You're stunning."
"Mmm" you hum, relishing my praise.
"I'm lucky you love me." ..."I'm lucky you do wonderful things for me."
"Mmm, you mean like this afternoon?" you respond, knowing exactly what I'm talking about.
"Oh my God, Baby. That was incredible. It felt so good." I'm getting hard, thinking about it again.
"Oh yeah....."
"I've wanted to do that for a while. It feels so good, I always just want to push a little further and explode down your throat. But I didn't think you'd want to. Was it...Ok for you?" I ask.
"It's OK, once I get used to it. You might get it again, just not every time."
"No, no. I like taking care of you too much." I plead. "I'm just surprised you want to do that for me."
"Why? I'd do anything you want me too." You remind me. "When haven't I? "
"I don't know. But come on, anything?" My mind is racing with possibilities.
"I don't know about anything. But I haven't ever not done something you wanted. You always take care of me...So..."
"Well I always want to take care of you. But let's just see about ..anything. I think I need to call your bluff." I warn. But I already know what I want.
By the time we get back to our room, I'm already out of control with lust. Before we even get the door open, I pin you against the door and press my hard bulge into you. My hands grope up your leg and under your dress to find your ass, and you pull me close for a deep passionate kiss. I love when you kiss me like that, when you instigate, because we don't do it enough.
Finally into our room, I can let loose in privacy. I want to ravage you. I want to devour every inch of your body. My mouth finds your neck and chest, and my hands cup your ass, pulling you up into me. As I lift you off the ground, your legs wrap around my waist. With a jolt I pin you against the wall, my hips grinding into your crotch, my weight pressing into you. You arch your back, and with your arms around my neck and head, you pull my face into your bosom. I kiss, and suck and nibble at your skin, my face buried in your cleavage.
Taking your weight again, I spin us around and carry you towards the bed. As we slam onto the bed, your legs still wrapped around me, my cock is straining in my pants, and I press it into your crotch bringing all my weight into you. Your skirt has fallen loosely around your waist, allowing my hand to wander the outside of your thigh and squeeze the bottom of your ass. My other arm holds my weight above your chest and another deep kiss momentarily takes our focus. Your soft tongue probes into my mouth and I nibble lightly on your lower lip. Again I press my hard-on into your crotch, reminding you of my desire, and you take a deep breath with my lips still tugging at yours.
As I lift myself off your crotch a little, my hand slides in to feel your pussy. The heat between your legs begs to me. I want to rip my clothes off and slam into you. When I begin to rub on you, through your panties, you know you want to speed things up. You begin pulling my shirt up to get it out of our way. I'm focused on your arousal. The tiny piece of lace covering your crotch is soaked through, and might as well not be there. But I use it to lightly rub into your clit. You grip the small of my back, and your bare hands on my body feel wonderful. I finally sit up and finish removing my shirt. I can't take the strain in my pants any longer, and stand up to remove them. You untie the strap of your dress, and peel the top down, exposing your luscious breasts. The sight of you lying there, with your dress around your waist, and your legs spread with your high heels dug into the bed....I'm so lucky.
I climb onto you again, my hands caressing your body from your toes, up your legs, along your sides, and lower myself onto you. As you wrap your arms and legs around me, your skin is so warm and soft and I can feel every inch as our bodies press together. I have these feelings every time I hold you. I want to touch more of you, all of you at the same time. I wish I could wrap my skin to touch every inch of yours. I want to kiss you everywhere. First your lips, and then my mouth wanders around your long neck, and down to tease at your breasts. I kiss all around your supple tits, but just a teasing flick at your hardening nipples. I try to take in as much of your taste and smell as I can, lightly nuzzling your belly. I want to taste you. I back down and grope your legs with both hands. Lightly sliding my fingertips up the inside of your thighs takes your breath away. My lips follow the same path, until I can lick at the thin skin on either side of your panties.
"Mmm, baby you smell wonderful." I moan.
You can feel my breath on the wetness between your legs. I open my mouth and cover your pussy completely, exhaling from deep in my lungs, the hot air warming you all over. My tongue pushes the wet lace into your slit, and we both moan at the first contact. I slide the fabric aside and plunge my tongue in again, tasting the sweetness between your folds, and I rest the tip of my tongue at your clit.
I moan into your pussy, expressing my pleasure. I feel your hand on my cheek, and look up seeking your approval. Your other hand has already found its way to your breast, and your head is laid back with your eyes closed. You're focused on the sensations of me pleasuring you. Nothing could turn me on more. Taking my mouth off you, I sit up and pull your panties down. You look down towards me, and lift your butt off the bed. As I slide your panties off each leg, over your heels, I stare into your beautiful eyes.