I showed up late as usual, but as late as I was, she was still getting ready when I arrived.
"Didn't I say we were going to leave by 7:00 PM, it's almost 8:00pm now."
"I knew you were going to be late so I took my time."
Well I couldn't argue with that logic so I settled myself into her comfy chair and waited until she presented herself for the evening. I turned WBGO on the radio and listened to some Billie Holiday as I bided my time. I have always been a sucker for Billie's unique style the way she turns a phrase on its ear or flips the emphasis from front to back giving a happy song a sadder tone or a sad song a defiant tone. So as I sat there falling in love with Billie for the one-millionth time, my date made her arrival.
Exquisite, I thought, as she came into the room. Everything about her said class, from her hair so perfectly coifed to her shoes which elegantly matched her Dior dress that she chose to wear for the evening.
"Hey angel, so what do you wanna do this evening?" I asked her, as I stared at her lovely figure in this dress that looked like it was made for her.
"I thought you had everything planned," she said as she stared at me while putting items into her evening bag.
"Naw, I just thought I'd wing it, but if you are okay with it, we can just order in and watch TV. That's always an option" I said waiting for a reaction.
"I didn't get all "gussied" up just to have takeout and watch television. I want to go out." She said, arms folded and giving me a look that could kill.
I jump up out of the chair and stick out my arm to escort her for the evening, "your wish, angel, is my command."
As we leave her building, I have a limo waiting and the driver opens our door as we hustle into the back. Awaiting her is a well-appointed leather interior with crystal glasses and champagne on ice. I proceed to open the champagne and pour her a glass. The infamous New York City potholes make drinking and riding a bit treacherous but we handle it and enjoy ourselves. I take a little of the Champagne and pour just a bit on her neck; it runs down her shoulder to her collarbone. I quickly use my tongue to lick it up before it reached her dress but I linger on her neck, kissing her and licking her until the taste of champagne is all but gone. I know she's resisting moaning because of the driver but when I nibble at her ears, her squeals are another story.
"Stop. You're giving me goose bumps and they won't look at all attractive in this dress."
At that point, I just looked at her and wanted to let her know how much she meant to me but I let it pass. I would have more than enough time to do that later.
The limo pulled up to our first stop, Ruby Foo's, a nouvelle Asian restaurant in the heart of the Time Square area. We jumped out of the limo and stepped into a faux Asian dΓ©cor that was brimming with people. Because we were regulars we were seated right away. It was a quiet table near a window where we could watch people go by. She ordered the Pad Thai Chicken with coconut sticky rice. I ate the sushi and sashimi platter, which was heavenly. I occasionally took some of her rice but I mainly left it alone since she adored it so. She ordered a rum and saki punch and after a couple of drinks her hand was in my lap massaging my now hard dick. She tried to undo my pants but I wouldnt let her. I just moved her hands up and down on my legs massaging me through my pants.