The more I looked at her the more I couldn't stop, it was becoming more and more obvious, and I worried that it was approaching "creepy". Maybe it was the long slender white dress that hugged her body ending about 5 inches above her ankles, revealing her tanned legs and matching white, high-heeled shoes.
It was late, the restaurant was closing, and the bartender had already called for last-call. I knew if I didn't say something now, I would regret it as I later lonesomely masturbated at the fantasy of her removing the dress and revealing the magic underneath.
Approaching her, I said in my most confident voice, "I must apologize by buying you a drink."
"Apologize?" she asked.
"Yes ma'am -- seems I've been examining you from my seat over there to the point that it was making, even me, uncomfortable." Small agreeable laughter came from her throat.
"I don't want to seem overly aggressive or throw out a cheesy pickup line; but my God you are something to admire. I would deeply regret not, at very least, speaking to you." I said, as I pulled a bar stool closer to her and sat open legged with her between them.
I slowly made a gesture to move a few strands of hair from her face back to her ears, to which she tilted her head in agreement.
"Maybe "aggressive" is the move that allows you to stay and have this drink with me." she said, shrugging her shoulders.
I paused for a brief second, looked directly in her eyes until it was almost uncomfortable, then reached in, and slid my hand over her cheek, continuing until my fingers found the back of her neck, pulled her lips to mine, and slowly rubbed my lips over hers until I felt her tongue break between her lips to find mine. I could taste the red wine she had been drinking and the smell of female pheromones mixed with a fruity perfume.
As I pulled away, I felt her head follow mine as if to communicate that she was not done yet. I said confidently, "I'm glad that is out of the way and now we can feel free to talk."
She replied in a very slow, very quiet, almost sultry voice, "What exactly would you like to talk about?" "Why do you feel the need to say anything at all?" While turning to inspect the wine in her glass.
Confused, and not knowing where she was going with this, I replied, "we could leave together." taking a brief pause, "or maybe I should just leave alone."
"I didn't mean it that way" she said, turning to look deep into my eyes. "Truth is, I have been waiting for you to come over here. My question was, what would you like to talk about?" She repeated.
Before I could get a sentence out, she muttered quietly, "How about you tell me the things you were doing to me in your imagination while you were staring at me, or better yet, your wildest, deepest fantasies you'd like to perform on me tonight."
Slightly shocked, yet highly aroused, I took my time to calmly answer her question. "Well, since we are speaking truths, fact is, that I couldn't take my eyes off you, and for some reason I didn't care if anyone noticed or if you were being offended by it. The question repeating in my head over and over was, does she enjoy sex enough to lose herself, and her vanity in it?"
After taking a long drink, I continued. "I also completely undressed you very slowly and methodically and could feel you let your guard down. Thirdly, I made up my mind that you were coming home with me tonight and that I would make you feel like the elegant lady you are."
After a few short conversations about what she was drinking and if I'd ever eaten at this restaurant, I felt her fingers move on my arm and with a tug she pulled me toward her, our lips met again tightly. I could feel her face strongly press against mine. The loud exhale from her nostrils and the twisting motion of her face to allow more of her mouth to open, screamed the passion she was feeling.
"I want you to make love to me and I want you to do any, and everything you've ever wanted to a woman. I have been trapped in an extremely conservative sex life and I want to know what it feels like to be taken; I want to experience all the things I've only read about."
After taking a pause, she continued while looking up at me with a desperate, concerned look. "I won't say no to anything, as long as you treat me like a lady and with respect." She turned to examine her now empty wine glass and swirled it like it was full.
I reached in again and turned her face to mine. "You are very much a lady, and I would NEVER treat you like anything less." "You're safe, and you're safe with me, I promise. I give you my word, I will show you the best night of your life."
Eyes locked, she slid her stool closer to mine to block the view. She pulled her dress up, just past her knees. Grabbing my hand, she slowly guided it under her dress sliding my hand slowly up her thigh. I could feel the heat and steaminess as my fingers approached her wet, hot, heaven. grabbing my fingers, she places them right on her lips forcing them tight - burying my knuckle into her slit, another resting on her hard clit. She brought her mouth to my ear and said, "I'm ready."
Impressed by the absence of panties, I slid my middle finger into her velvet and pressed my thumb against her clit. Making a pinching motion I pulled up at the top of her tunnel and pushed hard against her button, I felt her tremble and a slight gush of hot fluid come from her mound.
My cock immediately came to attention, and I felt the tingle through my balls as the erection painfully pressed against my pants.
As I removed my hand, I motioned to the bartender and instructed him to close our tab.
We waited without saying a word to each other. She came in for another kiss and I felt her hand slide up the thigh of my semi-lose trousers, reaching her destination, she slowly rubbed the long, thick, bulge through my pants. Back and forth she slid the butt of her palm almost as if she was kneading dough.
She drove her tongue deep into my mouth, I had never experienced such a long, full tongue that filled my mouth. I didn't notice before how large it was, and now, I remember thinking how impressed and excited I felt about the possibilities. She moved it slowly and with soft intent, literally causing butterflies in my stomach like I was a schoolboy receiving my first French kiss behind the gym.
I opened the car door for her, grabbing the bottom of her dress and helping it into the car so it didn't get caught in the door.
As I sat in the driver's seat and started the car, the excitement was consuming. The normal smells of leather from the seats, and the strong rush of air conditioning coming from the vents, were now mixed with her sweet perfume, with a very slight hint of wine.
I could tell she had never been in a sports car of this magnitude by her demeanor at the immediate vibration of the engine and the strong jerky power produced at each take off. I was not pushing the machine in the slightest, but the sheer power brought concerning looks to her face.
After opening the gate and pulling down the long, lit driveway to my garage, I stopped the car and turned it off.
"Is this really your house?" she said, looking through the windshield trying to take it all in.
"Yes ma'am it is, and tonight it's yours too." I quickly answered.
"What,....... I mean,.... what do you do for a living?" she stuttered.
"We can get to that later, let's say that I do very well for myself and tonight I'd like to share it with you." I paused for a long second. "I want tonight to be about you and for you. I'm not sure this place has ever seen natural beauty like yours."
"Before we go in, why don't we discuss a few things and get some clarity on what, and how you would like things to go for you? I truly want to fulfill your fantasies, but at no time do I want you to feel unsafe or pressured to do anything you're not comfortable with."
She looked through the front windshield for a moment, then turned to look out her side window. After what seemed to be 5 minutes she spoke. "I have no way to answer this with greater clarity than I already have. It is embarrassing to reveal how inexperienced I am for my age. The only out-of-box experience I have had is my husband convincing me to try anal one time, which went horribly wrong."
"Again, I am asking that you do WHATEVER you want to me, as long as you act like a gentleman and treat me kind." she finished, while turning to look at me.
"Ok, I understand. I apologize for asking again and putting you on the spot; however, in some cases, women, and men for that matter, want to be treated badly during sex, pushed around, spoken to harshly and belittled. I honestly felt this is not for you, but again, I gave you my word this would be a night to remember, and I just want to make extra sure this wasn't what you had in mind."
I started the car again, opened the garage from the button on my visor and pulled in quickly, closing the door again behind us.
"Can I make a quick call?" I asked, receiving a quick shrug of her shoulders.
"Alberto, would you please turn down the master bedroom? Also, if you would be so kind as to prepare a bottle of Chateau Pauillac 2000 Red, an ice bucket, and my regular scotch?"
"Thank you, Alberto, please take the rest of the night and tomorrow to be with your wife, I will see you Monday senior Jefe." "Si, Buenos Noches mi amigo." I said as I touched the button to end the call.
"Do you speak Spanish............ Oh my, I just realized I don't even know your name." she said, holding her hand to her ample bosom.
"Ha, no ma'am, I really don't, just a few words and short sentences -- I was really just trying to impress you......... Did it work?" I asked.
After a little chuckle, she said, "For a minute a thought you had a butler and just ordered him to unmake your bed and set out drinks for us."
