Finally, a date night. It seems like it's been forever since it was just the two of us. No worries, no responsibilities.
After the kids are away, I take a shower, shave, get dressed. I put on that cologne you like so much and a button-up shirt. I can hear your shower stop, so I know you're getting ready.
Once I'm ready I head to the bedroom and pick out your clothes. Nothing crazy, just your white button-up shirt and a flowy, short skirt. I lay them on the bed for you. When I look up, I can see you getting your hair ready, and I know it's going to be a good night. It's not too often you get ready in front of me, especially wearing just a tight white cami and thong.
We finally head out to grab dinner; again, nothing fancy. But it is a little nicer, with some privacy between tables. Although, the restaurant is packed...
After drinks are started, and dinner is ordered, I decide to start the game. I lean across the table to kiss you, and you lean in. I can tell your excited for tonight, too, as your tongue enters my mouth, swirling with mine. You taste like wine...
I lean in, to whisper in your ear, "I want you to go into the bathroom, right now. When you go, you're going to take your panties off, come back, and give them to me."
My breath on your ear makes you shudder. Or maybe it's a shudder of excitement. I'm thinking the latter, as I know how much you like this game.
You kiss me again, briefly, and stand up from the table. A couple minutes later you return to the table, face a little red, with wine, excitement, or slight embarrassment. It isn't until you sit down that I realize it's all three.
We lean in again. "I did it," you say in whisper.
"Did what?" I ask. "And you know what you forgot to say."
"I did it,
sir
. I took my panties off."
"Give them to me." Your hand reaches under the table and bumps my knee. "No. Hands on the table. Show me."
I recognize the look in your eyes as one of apprehension. But also of excitement. Ever the good girl, you do as your told. Your hand pulls from under the table as you glance around the crowded restaurant. Then finally, with a breath of courage, you reach across the table, thong panties in hand.
I smirk a little and slowly reach across to take them from you. They feel a little damp to me, as I slide them into my pocket. I pat your hand, approving of how well my plaything has done. Yes, this is going to be a fun night...
Dinner finally arrives, and we chat casually as we eat. A couple more drinks throughout dinner has you feeling good. Your cheeks are a little blushed, as well as your chest. I know how your inhibitions drop. And that's when inspiration strikes again.
I lean over the table again to you, and you to me. "I want you to get up again. This time, you will remove your bra, which you can put in your purse. Also, you will undo a couple of buttons on your shirt. Then you can come back to the table."
Again, you look a little skeptical.
"Now," I command. "I don't recall asking."
"Yes, sir," is all you can say. You get up and head to the bathroom.
This time an extra minute or two have elapsed before you come back to the table. I know that you've probably been thinking about this. I also know that you enjoy this game, and will continue to play. And I know how wet it makes you.
You make it back to the table and sit down. I notice that your buttons are open lower. I also notice that your nipples are very hard, peaking your shirt at your tits. That's why I picked this shirt, knowing it is a tight top.
I order us one more drink each before we pay the bill. When the waiter comes over, I notice what you're doing. And he does, too. I see how you rest your arms on the table, with your breasts resting on them. They are obscenely close to popping out. He looks at me and blushes as I smile. Damn, I love it when you're the right amount of slutty...
After I sign the check, and before he take it, you grab the pen and "mistakenly" drop it. He reaches down to pick it up, and I see you turn in your seat, adjusting just a little. Hmm, maybe a little extra slutty tonight...
He bumps his head as he stands up. Face red, he looks at a us to say goodnight, but neither in the face; he's too embarrassed.
When we get out to the car I move around to open your door. As I do a slight breeze kicks up, lifting your loose skirt. Briefly your bare ass is visible to anyone looking. Yes, I think, that will be mine tonight.
The drive home will take us some time, so I can keep playing.
"One more button," I command. And you obey. Your tits appear almost immediately, nipples hard against the cool air. "Pinch them. Squeeze them. I want to hear you moan." And you oblige; squeezing your big, beautiful tits and pinching your nipples, pulling roughly on them. You begin to moan, and I know the moans aren't fake.