It’s a warm summer night with a good chance of rain. It’s my most favorite time and I am hoping it will rain because there is something that gets me going when it rains. And tonight, in my mind, is going to be special…because I get to spend it with you. The thought of you is exciting me as I get ready to meet up with you. While I was in the shower, I thought about your touch, and imagined you there with me, under that steamy water. As I washed my body, feeling every inch of myself, I imagined your hands, free to roam my body. While I was getting dressed, I began thinking about how the evening would progress, and how eventually you would be removing these clothes. I finish up and call you to make sure things are still all set. You answer the phone and the sound of your voice, so calming and soothing brings a fresh wave of lust over me. I can hardly wait to be in your arms, and to feel you pressed close to me. After I get off the phone, I do a few final things to get ready. Then you knock at my door. I open the door to find you standing there in a black button up shirt and black slacks. Oh, yes, I think to myself, how I do love him in black. You stand there a moment, as if in awe. I am dressed in a tight black dress, about mid thigh.
As I invite you in, I turn and you see that it’s quite low cut in back, allowing full view of my tattoo, the one that makes you want to take me from behind. You come up behind me after closing the door and kiss my neck as you grab my hips. I tell you that we have to wait because we have reservations and that there will be time to play later. At this, you turn me to face you and plant a firm, but sweet kiss on my lips. You have that slightly hurt look at me telling you we had to wait, but I know that’s more play than anything else. You know that I want you as much as you want me. With that I kiss you once more and we head out to your car and start towards the restaurant.
In the car, we are listening to some of our favorite music. Music that we like to fuck to. As I am listening, singing the words, I look over to you. You are trying to do well to watch the road, but I do notice you take peeks at my legs from time to time. I can almost read your thoughts. That you are wondering if these are nylons, or if they are your most favorite of leggings, the thigh high stockings. I lean over to you and whisper into your ear, telling you that I’m not wearing any panties and that yes indeed they are thigh high stockings. I take your hand and run it up my thigh, under my dress, so as to finalize this fact for you. As your hand gets close to the warmth you know is there where my legs meet, I feel you start to push, to reach for it. I pull your hand out and tell you that you must wait. That this is your appetizer before our dinner.
I place my hand on your thigh and run my fingers up. I am getting close to that spot you want me to touch. I can tell by the look on your face that you want me to touch you. That you yearn for it. Even more than for my hand to grab and stroke, it’s the thought of my mouth wrapped around you that gets you thinking. I can see it in how you look at me. I play around for a bit longer, and then we arrive at our destination. We kiss a moment in the car and I tell you about how I want to enjoy this evening in every way. I tell you how I want all of the pleasures you can give to me. You kiss me again, with so much passion that I almost decide not to go into the restaurant. But we can’t have that because I have special plans for our meal. It is all part of the decadence that awaits us. After a moment, we go inside.
It’s dimly lit, and there are candles at each table. We are seated in a booth towards the back of the restaurant. You seat yourself, and I slide myself in next to you. We order some drinks and then as the waiter leaves, you tell me how incredible I look and that you can think of nothing more than getting me out of my clothes. I tell you that will come in due time, but for now, we have other things ahead of us. You kiss my neck and then give it a quick bite. This shoots the most amazing sensation through my body, but most significantly into my lower regions. You know all the right places to touch, it would seem. All the places that make me most crazy. I rest my hand on your thigh again and as I move up, I can feel that you are hard. I let a small smile come to my lips to show you that I approve. I begin to stroke the length a bit, lightly with my fingertips. Enough that you know I am touching you and to make you a little crazy as well. I undo the button on your pants and start to pull at the zipper when you look at me and ask what it is I am doing. I tell you that I just want to take a closer inspection. That I have this need to just feel your flesh for a moment. I look at you with pleading eyes and ask if that is ok. You nod agreement, but I can tell that you are nervous we will get caught.