You look great in your gray pinstripe suit and white blouse. The blouse is one of my favorites, since it shows off you beautiful breasts so well. At times, your jacket falls back and I can see hints of your dark colored bra through your blouse. Tonight I see that you have on your black sandals with bare feet. The light is sparkling off of your toe rings and glossy red toenails. As we head out to dinner, I couldn’t be happier that you are my wife.
At the restaurant, we get seated in a small booth away from the crowd. You sit across from me and we settle into reviewing the menu. After the waitress comes and takes our order and delivers our drinks, we both relax back into our seats and start a gentle conversation.
Out of nowhere I feel something pressing against my calf. Whatever it is starts to rub up and down. Glancing down and then over to you, you just offer a knowing smile. When I feel the pressure on the inside of my thigh I look down to see your bare foot pressed against it. As I watch, it moves higher until your toes are right over my crotch. As you wiggle your toes, my body responds to your touch creating a hard lump in my pants. I tear my eyes away from the action, to look at you. As I do, I see you run tongue over your lips, eliciting another involuntary reaction from me, as my cock jumps.
Just as suddenly as your foot arrived, it moves away. Although my mind tells me that I should be glad it disappeared before it led to a mess in my pants, my body wanted it to stay to relieve the pressure that is now built-up. You timing seems to be perfect. Just as the pressure starts to subside, the waitress arrives with our food. As we eat our dinner our conversation resumes with no mention of what has just happened.
The waitress returns after we finish dinner to clear the plates. You encourage me to order an after dinner drink as you do the same. As the waitress heads away to get our drinks, you excuse yourself to go to the ladies room. When you return our drinks are waiting on the table. You pull yours to my side of the table and ask me to slide in so that you can sit next to me.
After taking a sip of your drink, you lean over and whisper in my ear, “Did you enjoy my little game earlier?” “Wasn’t it obvious that I did?” I respond. “Well let’s see if you enjoy this part as much?” you ask as your hand slides into my lap and your polished fingernails graze over my crotch once again. My body responds the same way again, creating a large bulge under your hand.
As you pull me close for a kiss, I feel your fingers take hold of my zipper and ease it down. I make an attempt to pull your hand away, but your other hand grabs mine and holds it away. “What are you doing?” I ask incredulously. “Just relax”, you say, “You are going to enjoy this”.
I feel your hand reach into my underwear and pull my cock out. Your hand moves away then back again. As it slides down my cock, I feel something covering it. “I found a condom machine in the ladies room, I thought it might be useful in keeping your pants dry”, you whisper. Given the current circumstances, it only takes you a few strokes up and down my cock, before I am filling it with my juices.
