It’s a breezy Friday night in Tampa. I have already made reservations weeks in advance at an upscale downtown restaurant. When I come home from work, I tell you to get cleaned up and put on my favorite black dress. You know, the long, silk dress that looks like a halter-top that can barely contain your voluptuous breast. I love the fact that your entire back and the top of your beautiful, round ass are clearly visible in this dress. Therefore, you cannot wear any undergarments with this dress. It’s driving me crazy just picturing the dress on you. So I take in a deep breath, trying to keep my cool. Myself, I will put one of my black Armani suits with all of the works. Wanting to look my best for you, I take my time getting ready.
Even though I took my time getting ready, I finished getting dressed first. So I went to downstairs to wait for you. Minutes later, I hear about to walk down the stairs. As usual you like to make an entrance. Walking down the steps slowly and seductively. Teasing me with every step while flashing me your beautiful smile at me.
Even though I have seen you in this dress before, I’m still amazed by the sight of you. You look flawless from head to toe. When you reached the bottom of the stairs, you gave me a light kiss on the lips and asked me how do you look? I responded tell you how sexy and beautiful you are. You ask me where are we going, and I said dinner and dancing or maybe a jazz club. Before leaving the house, I draped you in your black, floor length coat, offered you my arm, and out the door we went.
We arrive at the restaurant on time. I tipped the valet, and notice him watching you as you got out the car. My first instinct is to get upset, but I knew he couldn’t help it. I would have done the same thing in his shoes. Once inside, I checked in with the Matre’ D to see if we could be seated now. After the confirmation, I checked in your coat, and notice more heads turning. Not only the men in the room were you checking out, but also some women. This time I just smiled and gloated as we walked to our table. So far you are completely oblivious of all the looks and stares from other people.
The Matre’ D escorted us to out table that is located on a higher platform from floor level. After I helped you with your seat, I told you about the looks and stares that you were getting. You tried to play it cool, but your nipples told me something different. They were already visible through your dress, but now they were straining against the fabric. The sight of this sent my head spinning with crazy thoughts and ideas.
The waiter arrived and didn’t react like everyone has so far. I’m thinking that he is either gay or very professional, so we proceeded with our order. You wanted seafood for your main course, and I wanted steak for mine. I also ordered a bottle of wine to start the night off right.
Not being a big drinker like I used to be, I started to feel really good after a few glasses. Actually we both were. All of the wine was putting me in a playful mood. I excused myself to go to the bathroom, but on my return I asked you to pull up your dress and open your legs when I walk back up the platform. At first you didn’t want to do it, but me with my silver tongue convinced you to do it. Walking off cool, but excited to the bathroom.
On my return I was disappointed because of the tablecloth was blocking the view of my prize. I adjusted the tablecloth some so I (or anyone else who noticed) can see my prize for the night. Since we were on a higher platform, I didn’t need to adjust it that much, so still look somewhat normal. I excused myself again after another glass of wine, and told you to pull up your dress and open your legs again when I return. I hit jackpot when I returned this time!!
