Tonight is definitely the night! Yes! Yes! Yes! Tonight is going to most definitely be the night that I finally get to play with Barbie!
The anticipation has been building. Growing. Rapidly & endlessly gaining strength & momentum. Rarely a moment goes by without my attention be lost in the thought of her smooth & soft skin, her poutty lips, her sensuous gaze. Most definitely smitten I am. Completely entangled in the very vexing aura of this incredible vixen I call Barbie!
Whoa now big fella! Let's not put the cart before the horse! We have to make this memorable. Special. Intriguing. Barbie enjoys the arousal. The care. The attention. We have to have a plan & not rush no matter how difficult it is to remain patient these days.
A memorable dinner at a very special place shall be the plan. There can be only one place ... "George" it shall be. A nice chef's tasting menu, complete with the appropriate wine pairings. I'm sure Barbie will enjoy the intrigue & surprise. There is nothing better than putting yourself into the capable & creative hands of one of Toronto's most renowned & respected épicurians.
Barbie decides to meet me at the restaurant. I know this is just another way for her to tease & torture me. She knows me all too well already. For the true Virgo that I am, I must be in control of the situation. Yet Barbie too likes & savours control. Indeed this shall be interesting.
I await at the small bar that resides just inside the entrance to the restaurant. No hard alcohol for me tonight as this is to be special. I nervously position myself being able to view the front door with a nice Australian shiraz in hand. Trying not to look too often, my eyes focus upon the front door eagerly awaiting my Vixen's arrival & entrance.
Suddenly I notice everyone's eyes turn to the door. I know from experience that this can only mean one thing: Barbie has arrived! Every patron & each of the restaurant staff are interrupted in their activities as the most beautiful creature enters the restaurant. Even the women in the company of their men can't help but stare nor become offended at their mate's gazes & preoccupation with the lioness as she enters & commands her den. I can see some even mutter; "Dam!" & "Holy Schmolly!" as Barbie strides effortlessly & with purpose towards my place in the lounge.
Her body contained in a perfectly fitted little black dress like a present just awaiting to be unwrapped. Flowing blond hair framing her absolutely angel-like face then cascading & draping onto her exposed shoulders & back. A simple, yet seductive lariat pendant dangles from her neck inevitably drawing your attention to the tops of her perfectly proportioned breasts. My eyes follow each & every sumptuous curve of Barbie's bosom, imagining their weight in my hands & their softness to my touch. My gaze moves from the outer edge of her breasts & continues down the sides of her form fitting dress. Hugging her wonderful curves absolutely perfectly, her dress entices yet does not offend, the absolute definition of class, elegance, sensuality & allure. As the material draws to an end & gives way to her tanned, toned, silky smooth legs, I turn my eyes up to hers fearing that I've already spent too long elsewhere & that any more will only result in an awkward situation for both of us!
I look up into Barbie's eyes & quickly realize that this is not going to save me any more anguish & anticipation as her erotic glare conveys a sexuality rarely seen or experienced before. As if almost imploring me to succumb & devour her right then & there, her eyes burn into me with a passion that I know I cannot & will not be able to resist. "God Help Me!", I mutter to myself as I try to regain some sort of resemblance of composure & normality.
Barbie slowly & seductively lowers her lithe little frame onto the high seated chair beside me at the lounge bar. She gently runs her hand over the back of my neck & shoulders as she leans in to give me a little peck on the cheek & then whispers in my ear;
"I assume you approve of what I'm wearing? Because what you see is what you get! There's nothing else IF you know what I mean!!!"
I'm absolutely stunned. Unable to form anything close to a response. My mind drifts once again to the thought of Barbie's silky smooth skin & my desire to touch, taste, tease & devour every delicious inch of her. Why did I do this to myself? Why did I think I could make it through a 7 course meal when all I want is to have her 7, 14, 28 different ways!
Knowing me the way she does, almost telepathically, Barbie brushes her hand down my arm & onto my thigh as she reclines herself into her chair. As she seductively crosses her legs she throws me a look & gesture that tells me; "Not yet big boy! Hold your horses! Patience is a virtue that will be well rewarded. Trust me!" She accentuates her gaze & obvious thought by sliding her hand to the inside of my thigh, firmly digging in her nails to let me know she's the one in command.
Almost thankfully, we're interrupted as the bartender introduces himself & asks if he can get you a drink. You casually turn yourself in your chair allowing me to draw in your perfectly proportioned profile as you tell the bartender with purpose; "I'll have what he's having." The young man responds to your request with a polite, yet playful; "Excellent choice I must say ... You both obviously have exquisite taste!" His words, playful smile & glance to both of us bolsters my pride & puffs my ego. Feeling like a proud peacock I hold my glass in the air as he finishes pouring yours & propose a toast;
