As Kevin was calling for the check, I found myself lost in an enticing fantasy I wasn't interested in leaving yet. I tried to keep my facial expression neutral as I became aware that his attention had returned to me. The two of us were on a date, seated side by side with our respective custom crafted cocktails. I felt a bit rude at that moment allowing my mind to wander in such a manner while on the date but, I had become distracted by our captivating female server.
"What are you thinking?" I heard Kevin's voice in my ear over the loud music playing in the dimly lit bar we were in. I looked over at him, finding his gaze following mine.
I grinned and leaned in close close to him, so close that I could smell the lingering scent of his aftershave. In a low whisper I purred: "I'm thinking about that girl, naked, in my bed." I slowly nodded in the direction of the tall, willowy young woman taking an order not too far from our table. The small amount of light shining above her head made her long brown hair gleam, giving it a satiny finish. The plunging neckline of her black dress both exposed and framed the creamy skin of her chest. I couldn't help but notice the slight curve of her petite breasts and was delighted at the sight of the outline of pert, hard, nipples.
I watched Kevin look her up and down before meeting my eyes. "Our server?"
I nodded, my lips turning inward so I could wet them with the tip of my tongue. I had not yet informed Kevin of my bisexual leanings. Feeling emboldened by the alcohol that I had imbibed, I moved closer to him, a hand resting on his thigh, and whispered in his ear. "I'd like to elaborate more on what I'm thinking about our pretty little server."
Kevin leaned in toward my mouth to hear my words over the noise of the bar. Enveloped in a slim booth, and accompanied by dim lighting, we seemed enclosed in my developing fantasy.
"Please do." he murmured, adjusting his hips to accommodate room for his growing erection.
I quickly began to expound upon the unfolding visual display I had in my mind. I saw myself clad in tight jeans and a sweater that casually hung off one shoulder. As I lead Mary up the narrow, staircase of my three-flat apartment. The silky black thong I was wearing under my jeans was already wet with anticipation of her.
"I'd take her hand, lead her inside my bedroom, quickly growing eager to touch her, and taste all the delicate, intricate places of her body," I said in Kevin's ear while keeping an eye on Mary. She sauntered to the bar to retrieve a round of drinks for a table that several twenty-somethings inhabited. I greedily watched her graceful body outlined in the dim light. She glanced up as she served the last of the drinks, her eyes meeting mine and I felt my stomach flutter. I lowered my eyes and allowed my hand to meander up the remainder of Kevin's thigh finding his stiff cock. I gave it a gentle squeeze before I carefully unzipped his black slacks, and slipped my hand inside. His eyes lit up in surprise, "Samantha, I don't think..." he began, but I cut him off.
"Shh. No one can see." I assured him as I reached for my cocktail with my free hand. I took a little sip before continuing the evening's entertainment. "Now where were we?" I smirked.
I delved back into my fantasy: Mary and I were facing each other, finally inside my postage stamp sized bedroom. I watched her delicate fingers tuck some of her hair behind her ear, her olive green eyes never leaving mine. I stepped closer to her, feeling the warmth of her body, my heart racing. Standing here in front of her I found her much taller than my 5'2 frame. She had at least six inches on me. My hands trembled as they reached out for her slender hips then steadied as I felt her beneath my skin. She leaned in to press her lips to mine. I felt her hands briefly cup my face before moving downwards to grasp my body and pull me into her. Electricity ran down the length of my spine as I opened my mouth a little wider, and slipped my tongue into her mouth. Mary tasted of spice cake, sweet with a hint of something exotic. Our tongues danced against each other as my hands traveled up her long torso, stopping just beneath her breasts. I pushed my taut thigh between her legs; the fabric of her dress ensnared my limb. The motion of her hips was barely detectable as she gingerly rocked against me.
My lips left hers to place kisses like juicy gumdrops along the length of her delicate neck, inhaling the faded scent of her perfume. I kissed all the way down to her collarbone examining the protruding clavicle and the hollow crevice it created just behind it. I imagined filling this empty space with marbles or drops of water, like dew on rose petals.
