You pick me up for dinner and as I open the door, I am standing there in the little black dress that you love so much, wrapped around my body and only held on by a little buckle and one tiny button. Your eyes light up in appreciation as you see me wearing my pink heels. You let out a little whistle, and I am glad that you like what you see. I reach back and pull the door close and you usher me to the car in front of you. I can feel you looking up and down my body. The sandals make my ass wiggle a little and I can feel your eyes drawn there, searching to see if you can see a line – do I have underwear on or am I naked under my dress? Before the night is out you will know very well.
You open the door for me and I sit down and then cross my legs and my skirt falls back to reveal my knee and just a little of my thigh – I can see you looking wondering if it will fall back further. You get in the car and we head off to the restaurant. We arrive and you walk around and hand me out of the car my skirt falling back into place. You place your hand around my waist to guide me inside and as you do you slip it down to my ass and I hear your intake of breath as you realize that I don't have any knickers on. Then as you guide you hand up my back you hiss again as you realize that I don't have a bra on either and that I am totally naked under my dress.
I look down and can see the start of a bulge in your trousers. It's going to be a fun evening.
We go into the restaurant and are shown to our table. It is in a secluded area and is a booth. Instead of sitting across from you, I sit next to you. The waiter goes off to get our menus and you turn to me and ask me what's going on and why am I totally naked under my dress. I tell you that all will be revealed as the night goes on. With that I reach down to your groin and give you a little pat, feeling the beginnings of your erection. Out of the corner of my eye I see the waiter returning, so I pull the tablecloth up a little so it is now covering your lap and turn my attention to ordering dinner. We order our dinner and some wine and the waiter leaves us alone for now.
You turn to me and once again ask what I have in mind. I look at you innocently and ask what you mean. You look at me knowingly and just raise an eyebrow. I just tell you to sit back and relax and that you will enjoy the evening. With that I suggest that you move forward slightly so that your lap is under the table. You look at me questioningly but do as I ask. As you do I move my hand over you lap and start rubbing up and down your cock. Flat handed with just a little pressure. I pick up my wine glass and have a little sip all the while continuing to play with your cock. I can feel it starting to grow underneath my hand and I can feel the heat emanating from you. As I continue to look at you I can see you get that heavy lidded look that you get when you start to get aroused.