Tonight is a special occasion. You have promised to take me out and I am getting ready, excited about our date. I have a new bra and panties you have not yet seen, black lace and I touch myself putting them on, thinking about you taking them off. I dress in your favorite outfit, the skirt is short and the top is tight and shows some cleavage. I put on very high heels, knowing they make my long legs look longer.
You come home late as usual, but I expected this and bring you a glass of wine to drink as you take a minute to relax, and I remind you of our date. Even though you are tired from a long day, you look at me and cannot bear to disappoint, so you dress for our night out. On the way out the door you stop me and give me a passionate kiss, we both love the feel of the embrace. For a moment I consider – why go out – but we both have been looing forward to a romantic dinner and so you walk me to your truck, opening the door, taking in the view as my skirt rides up when I climb in.
We go to a romantic restaurant and you remember how hungry you are. We make small talk and drink red wine waiting for dinner. I play with my necklace, running my little finger along the edge of my breast while I am doing this, so only you notice. When we eat, I find reasons to lick my fingers and run my fingertips along my lips. I'm getting so hot for you, I slip off a shoe and run my foot along your calf, up your leg and make my way into your lap, tickling and teasing you under the table. You smile at me and remove my foot, telling me you wont be able to get up from the table if I keep this up.