I called you on my way from the airport, I'd been traveling for a few weeks and despite the late nights of naughtiness on the phone and video I longed to taste numerous parts of your body. I told you to be ready outside at exactly eight, we were going somewhere nice so I instructed you to put on one of the dresses that show off your ass and thighs and that wearing anything under it was absolutely unacceptable.
Traffic was light so I arrived at your house a little early and after a passionate kiss at the door I excused myself to freshen up in your restroom. Knowing my plans for you this evening I decided after splashing some water on my face to lose my boxer briefs, besides it had been a long day flying back from London and I needed a little breathing room. I slipped them off and noticed being the presence of you had been enough to start the blood flowing to my cock. I debated walking out and taking you right then over your couch but decided as I had gone to all the trouble the urge could wait a little bit.
I walked out of the restroom and you were looking out the window, I stepped up behind you and placed my hand on your thigh just below the hem of your dress and started to slowly slide it up your leg. As I moved higher and reached your ass I knew you had followed directions, and rewarded you with a kiss on the back of your neck. I could feel the heat from your crotch on my hand and knew tonight would be one you wouldn't soon forget.
I walked you out to the car, opening your door for you. This was both because my mother had raised a gentleman and I wanted to catch a glimpse between your thighs as you slid into the passenger seat. Your eyes caught mine as you sat down and I knew I had been caught, but rather than object you reached down and straightened your dress, "accidentally" pulling it up enough to show me your freshly shaven pussy. You smiled as I closed the door, and I caught your eyes traveling to my crotch, which was now showing the initial signs of my growing erection.
The drive was a short one, I'd made reservations as a restaurant in a new part of town and while we'd never been there it had come highly recommended by a friend who said both the food and privacy were second to none.
We were sat at a table in the back, a nice round booth where we could end up next to each other. The table was covered with a long white tablecloth and lighting was romantic and the music soft. Our waiter introduced herself to us then left us to review the drink menu. You asked me what was good and before you could finish I slipped my hand onto your thigh under your dress. Before I could respond the waiter returned and I ordered us a bottle of champagne to celebrate our reunion. The waiter walked us through the specials, while my hand continued to tease it's way higher and higher up your thigh, stopping just short of your pussy.
She asked if we had any questions and you opened up your mouth to ask her one just as I moved my finger across your lips. A moan interrupted your question and you put your hand to your mouth covering for it with a tiny cough. You took a drink of your water and tried the question again only to find my finger returning its way to your lips. You got it all out this time although your breathing was a little short, but the waiter answered and took our orders and was off.
