When we both left that morning for work, we didn't actually know how it would end up, we just made plans for dinner in the West End. What an evening it turned out to be. He showed up in a suit, different than what he wore to work, dark, cut sharp, a crisp white button down shirt. I'm wearing a skirt and top, hose, nice heels, I usually dress differently but this is a special night. I have a secret.
He takes me to a quiet restaurant, not too fancy, I'm a regular person, but I like quiet and cozy areas where conversations can be held. We sit next to each other, each ordering a glass of wine; a bottle would be too much for what we are to do. I like Italian, I'm glad he picked this place.
We sit and talk, my hand on his thigh, lightly rubbing, I like touching at all times, and a suit thrills me. His left hand is on my thigh, his right is playing with the hairs on the back of my neck, and I can't concentrate. Just the gentle touching and soft talking turns me on. Knowing that the man in the suit and tie, very upstanding looking wants me, god what more can you ask for. Thinking about what's under that shirt, and that I might get to touch it, I wait.
We finally make it through dinner, I don't remember eating, I laugh, he's taken all of my attention. We decide to go for a walk, people watching in the West End. I enjoy strolling, holding hands, thinking about what the next step in this night will be. I am filled with anticipation.
We stop to listen to the music being played on the street. He whispers into my ear, sending shivers up my spine. He wonders if I would like to go back with him to his room and relax. My heart is pounding; I've waited forever for this. I say yes.
We walk slowly, enjoying the companionship. We get to the room; he unlocks the door and turns to me taking me into his arms. He reaches to feel me, gliding his hands over and under my skirt. His eyes go wide when he realizes what has been under my outfit all night. I laugh at his expression. My eyebrows rise up as if to say, you like? I take him by the hand and lead him to the bed.
I help him to undress, the tie first, my hands slowly undoing the buttons one by one on his white shirt. I undo the belt, and start to slide off his slacks; he has kicked off his shoes for me. I bend, slowly sliding his boxers and slacks down his body, I get to his feet, he lifts one, I remove his sock, he lifts the other, I do the same, all the while his cock is steadily getting harder and pressing into my cheek.
