Last fall, I was home early one evening. I had planned out a dinner that I was cooking for my husband Rick. He was out golfing with a friend after work, enjoying the last bit of warmth before winter came our way. I decided partway through my cooking to find something sexy to wear. I wanted him to know, right when he got home, exactly what I had in mind for the evening. I headed up to the bedroom to look through my lingerie collection. I finally settled on a long black satin and lace nightgown with nothing underneath. I mean, who needs panties anyway?
I had everything close to finished by the time he arrived. Dinner was well underway in the oven. I had a fire going in the living room, the table was set, and the drinks were poured. I heard the front door open, and I called out to Rick that I was in the kitchen. When he came around the corner, he stopped. Even with my back turned, I could feel his eyes looking me over from head to toe.
"Damn baby, you look so fucking hot in that. Are we having dinner in the bedroom tonight?"
I smiled, turning around as he walked up to me. Immediately, his hands started to slide down my sides, to my hips. I lifted up on my toes as he leaned over to kiss me. But I quickly pulled his hands away after the kiss, not allowing his roaming to continue.
"Ok, ok, time to behave. I have a very nice dinner made for us, and I'm not going to let you distract me and overcook it. So for now, this is a no touching zone." I said as I turned to continue fixing our salad. "Go shower, and then we'll be just about ready to eat."
Rick's hand slid over my ass, and I turned to give him a look, and shoo him away. He went, but with a little reluctance, for sure. I served up our dinner and was just sitting the plates on the table when he returned. I made sure that we weren't sitting close together. I knew damn well we wouldn't make it through this meal, if he could reach me. So I put Rick on one end of the table, and myself on the other end. As we sat, I noticed a frown on his face, when he saw the distance between our spots. But I had a specific plan for the night. And it may or may not have involved a bit of torture for poor Rick. I didn't feel to bad though. He would be very well rewarded in the end.
We had barely finished our salads when Rick asked, "baby, I'm not that hungry. Can we save the rest for later? There are some other things I'd rather be doing."
"Absolutely not! Just because you're in a hurry, doesn't mean I want our food to be left uneaten. I worked hard to make us a nice dinner. And dessert too."
Rick perked up a bit at the mention of dessert. I think he was pretty sure that he already knew what it was going to be. Probably something like...me on top of the table, with my lace gown bunched up around my waist. It wasn't a bad image at all, I must admit.
After we finished our meals, I took our plates to the kitchen and told Rick I'd be right back with dessert. I opened the freezer door, pulling out the two bowls of ice cream that I had already made up for us. I brought them back out to the table, handed one to Rick, making sure to rub my ass against his arm as I turned, then sat back down in my chair with my bowl. As soon as I looked up and saw the expression on his face, I knew he wasn't happy with me. He started to push his chair out and stand up.
"Sit down babe, and eat your ice cream. We aren't done yet." I said in the most stern voice I could muster. It was definitely a challenge. I wanted to laugh as him. I could tell he was pouting, and it was so cute. It didn't help that I also got a glimpse of his hard cock when he stood up. I wanted to let him do anything he wanted at this point. He could have pulled me down to the floor and covered my body in that ice cream, then licked every bit of it off. And I would have loved it. But I kept my game up, and began eating.
I noticed that Rick, however, did not start in on his ice cream. He sat back, staring at me, and probably still pouting, as I ate mine. I took my time, enjoying little bites, licking the spoon longer that necessary. Inside though, I was heating up under his stares. I felt his eyes undressing me as my nipples became harder, from him watching me, and also from the cold ice cream. I very much wanted his lips devouring mine, as I slid each chilly spoonfull into my mouth. My bowl was almost empty as I lifted a slightly melted bite to my lips. The spoon was almost there when a little drop of melted ice cream slid off, and dripped right onto my left breast. I reached quickly to catch it with my finger before it rolled farther down, into my lace covered cleavage. I brought my melty finger to my lips, popping it into my mouth, and sucking it clean. I glanced up and saw Rick staring at that finger in my mouth intently. Was that a bit of drool by his mouth? It certainly might have been.
As I sat my empty bowl aside, Rick slid his chair back again to stand up.
"Rick," I said. "If you want to get to the next part of our evening, I'm going to need you to finish your dessert like a good boy."
The growl I heard from him brought a little giggle to my lips. But I tried to cover it up. I knew I was already pushing my luck pretty far. I didn't want to quite push him over the edge yet. Rick picked up his bowl and began eating his ice cream. As I watched him, I leaned back in my chair, picked up my iced tea glass, and sipped. Rick watched my movements, I watched his. Both of us turned on by this little waiting game.
