They have been messaging each other for a while and she's finally agreed to meet up. She is rushing around, as usual, due to her stressful office job. Her boss is a complete nightmare! He thinks he owns her. She checks her watch... 'Shit! He'll be here in half an hour'.
She hasn't got time to shower. She rushes around the bedroom rummaging through her knicker drawer. 'Where did I put that bloody Basque he's always going on about? Ah, there it is.' She finishes dressing hurriedly and checks herself in her bedroom mirror 'Hmm, not bad.' she tells herself as she heads for the door.
Ten minutes later she nervously enters the Italian restaurant, smiling at the waiter. She sees him sat at a corner table. She catches her breath, her chest heaves with butterflies. Not un-noticed by the waiter and her date who stands to greet her, pulling her chair out for her. She nervously smoothes her dress as she sits. He watches her hands glide over her superb curves and offers her his best seductive smile as he pours her a glass of Pinot Grigio.
She is so nervous she can hardly eat anything. 'Phew! He like olives too. Thank god.' As the dinner conversation flows she relaxes. His eyes play all over every inch of her throughout the dinner. He makes her laugh too. Bonus! He seems very keen to ask about all the naughty 'on-line' stuff. Not about them, but about other men she has been chatting too. What she likes about the experience, what turns her off, in addition to 'cock' pictures!
He drops in references to their on-line chats and is curious to know why an attractive sophisticated woman like her needs to use a dating web-site. But they both agree it's exciting, talking to complete strangers, especially when the chat gets naughty.
She already knows he's a 'boob man', hence her choice of dress. Her magnificent cleavage is accentuated by her gorgeous black necklace. She is now feeling very relaxed in his company and she begins flirting, tentatively at first. She then does something she hasn't done in years. He smiles as he feels her foot touch his leg. As they leave the restaurant he places his hand on her hip. She tingles at the 'first touch'. As they head for the waiting taxi he grows bolder. His hand slips from her hip to caress her gorgeous curvy bum.
In the taxi he places his hand on her thigh, gently caressing her. His fingers trace the line of her suspenders under her dress, toying with them. She is enjoying the intimate attention. She leans forward and re-directs the driver. He looks mildly surprised and rather smug as the taxi delivers them to her place. As they walk up the path he holds her hand. As they enter she tells him where the fridge is as she disappears to the loo. Her heart is going ten to the dozen. He enters the lounge and tactically places the wine glasses on the side tables. He sits in the chair and waits.
'Well is this what you've been waiting to see?' She can feel his erection growing from where she is stood in the doorway as his eyes devour the erotic sight of this gorgeous brunette standing in front of him dressed in a stunning white Basque, lace knickers and delicious tan stockings. She walks over to the sofa and sits down, giving him a very naughty wink. 'Well considering you've been banging on about this bloody Basque for ages, the least I could do was let you see it.' He gulps his wine and begins to rise from the chair.
