As I started to get ready for my dinner with Greg my mind drifted as I thought of you. Your hands. Your lips. Your sweet eyes. I stepped into the shower and began to soap my hair and scrub my body. Taking special care to clean my delicate area before shaving them smooth for you. I rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and breathed in the lovely scent of my body. Smiling I knew how much you would love to smell me this way. Damp and clean and fresh from the water, you would love it. Before drying I stopped to splash my body with Neutrogena body oil and then patted myself with a towel before heading for my room to dress.
Deciding what to wear was simple. Underwear ...not needed. Shirt.... skimpy (with no bra preferred). Skirt or slacks? Skirt of course, the shorter the better. I slipped on a black strappy shirt with no bra (it had one built in...sort of) a long, black stretchy skirt with a slit up the side, and a white short sleeve shirt and taa daa. Ready to go except for the make-up. I lightly coated my face with blush, mascara and lipstick and as I was spraying perfume on some very specific parts of my body, the doorbell rang.
"Hello my love." I said opening the door with a smile.
Suddenly I was pulled into strong arms and a pair of sweet masculine lips was rubbing all of the lipstick I had just applied off.
"MMMMM... I though I would have to wait for desert." I said breathlessly.
You smile and say, "Think of this as an appetizer baby."
With that I repaired my lips and we were off to dinner at Cascone's.
As we walked into the restaurant with you hand on my ass I started to get a nice tingle in my tummy telling me that I was hungry for more than just pasta and breadsticks. When the host wasn't looking I ran my left hand down and cupped your package and gave it a little squeeze. From slightly behind me and above I could hear a muffled grunt. I removed my hand and smiled at the host as he led us to our table, repressing a squeal at your palm smacked my right ass cheek.
I slid into the very private corner booth we had requested and observed my surroundings. The large amount of greenery left the table very isolated from the rest of the restaurant and the fact that it was in a corner made it less likely for someone to suddenly be walking by. The only people who would see us would be the waiter and whatever other staff members would be serving us.
I watched Greg scan the area the same as I had just done and no sooner had the host left than his lips were on mine, his tongue against mine, and his right hand on my left thigh.
The waiter appeared with no warning and clearing his throat he asked if we would like to start with drinks or an appetizer. Smiling Greg requested a drink for himself and a sex-on-the-beach for myself. He also denied the need for and appetizer and at that I jumped in and asked for some crunchy breadsticks to munch on while we decided what to order for dinner.
"Certainly ma'am." Said the waiter. He quickly returned with a basket of long crispy breadstick for us to share.
After the waiter left I moved my hand to your thigh and then moved it up to your package. I could tell that it had begun to swell nicely from the sexual tension in the air. I stroked your bulge softly, like one would pet a kitten, and heard a groan.
"Darling?" I said.
"Yes my love?" your voice sounding out of breath and raspy.
"Would you like a breadstick?"
"Ummm... no I don't think so baby. I'm fine right now." You say, rolling your eyes back in your head as I give you package a firm squeeze.
"Are you sure?" I say taking a stick from the basket. "I bet you would if it was seasoned just right."
As you watch me I take the stick and give the end a little blowjob show for you. In and out it goes between my rosy lips. Then suddenly I bite the end off and watch you as I chew it up and swallow it.
The waiter drops off our drinks and I take a sip. Yummy!
You take a health swig of your drink and then as you look back at me I move the stick under the table. Your eyes follow its path under the hem of the tablecloth. As you watch, I move aside the tablecloth and pull aside my skirt giving you a full view of my smoothly shaved and creamy white pussy. I move my legs apart and slide back a little in the seat to allow you an even better view of my cunt. With one foot on the floor and my other bent and laying flat on the bench seat, you can now see my most private area. I can feel it getting even wetter as you look.
"Baby... are you sure you don't want a breadstick?" I say coyly.
I can see you are transfixed on my pussy and the sound of my voice startles you.
"What? Oh yes baby... I changed my mind I would LOVE a breadstick."
I smile at you and place the smooth end of the crunchy stick against my pussy lips and push the end into my outer pussy area. I look up when I hear a moan. "I love you Cynthia... your amazing." You say.
I press harder on the stick and it slides in to my very wet cunt. I sigh with the pleasure I feel from you watching me and from the penetration. I pull the stick from my pussy and hold it up to you.
Smiling you lean over and take the wet bread between your lips and bite down. Crumbs fall on my bare pussy and I look at you as you chew away on your seasoned bread.
"Greg?... Darling?... look at the mess you made on my pussy. You had better clean that up my love." I smile mischievously at you.
Looking over your shoulder you lean down and give my outer pussy lips a wet swipe with your wide tongue. I gasp as the tip of your tongue flicks against my enlarged clit.
As you sit back up the waiter returns to take our orders.
"So ... have you folks decided what you would like to eat tonight?" the waiter asks.
We smile at each other and start to laugh and look at the menu for the first time.
You dismissed the waiter as we finally got down to the task of choosing our dinners. All of the food looked so yummy that I had a hard time deciding which would be the best. Finally I choose the Cheese Ravioli and a side salad. Your choice was the Lasagna with meat sauce with a side of Fettuccini Alfredo. I waited for my salad to arrive and entertained myself by playing with your nipples. By the time the waiter arrived with my salad your nipples looked as if you had two jelly beans taped to your chest under your shirt. The waiter couldn't help but notice as he mentioned the 'draft' in the room. Smiling at you I munched on my veggies and waited as you ate a breadstick and tried to slow your breathing down.
