Dinner was fine, but I could feel you undressing me with your eyes, making me shift uncomfortably in my chair. Suddenly my dress feels like it's in the way of your plans but I know how much you love seeing me in this tight, mid-thigh length dress. The neckline is low enough for my ample cleavage to show, but not too much.
I see that naughty smile creep over your face as you realize that you are making me squirm.
After dinner, I stand up to put the dishes in the kitchen and when I reach the counter, you are right behind me, pinning me between you and the counter.
"Stand still for Daddy." you growl in my ear and I feel a shiver run down my spine.
I nod quietly and close my eyes in order to focus all my senses on your touch.
You plant soft kisses in my neck and shoulder and run the tips of your fingers along my arms and you firmly place my hands flat on the counter. This wordless instruction means "Stay".
Then your hands run back up my arms, over my shoulders and down my back to the small of my back, eventually reaching my ass. You very gently run your hands flat over my ass and down my thighs. I shiver in anticipation and I can feel every nerve ending you touch get set on fire.
You start to kiss my neck and shoulders again and I feel your hands work their way under my dress and up my thighs eventually exposing my bare ass.
You smile and whisper: "Such a good girl. No panties to get in the way."
Your fingertips find their way to my pussy lips and I let out a soft moan.
Your fingers gently run over my delicate lips and you can feel the fire radiating from me.
Your one hand grabs the back of my neck very firmly and you push me forward, making me bend over for you. With the other hand you gently and softly start pressing harder instinctively finding my clit.
I gasp as your fingers start circling it and you use your feet to spread my legs further apart, granting you access to my pussy.
You keep your excruciatingly slow pace and teasing pace as you watch me try my best to keep still. I can feel myself get more and more desperate with each passing moment. I look back at you and find a mischievous smile on your face.
You withdraw your fingers and I let out a soft moan in disappointment.
You place your hand on my neck, pull me up, turn me towards you and without warning you kiss me deeply, your tongue invading my mouth, searching for mine. With your free hand you reach up, pull my flimsy dress down and start rolling my sensitive nipples between your thumb and your index finger. I start moaning softly and squirming after a few moments, which is your sign to move on to the next one.