The night was amazing. Great food, great conversation and it was about to end with great sex. We had gone out to a five star restaurant for dinner. And like a simmering pot on a red hot stove, I was getting closer and closer to boiling over. It had been months since I'd had that big hard cock in any hole and sitting across from it while we made polite conversation was taking its toll.
"You've got that look in your eyes." Your voice is quiet yet lustful. I quietly moan, leaning back in my seat at our semi-private table and seductively stroke my hand from my exposed neck to my shoulder. I kick off one black pump and slide my stocking clad foot up the inside of your leg, eventually letting it rest on the chair near your cock.
"I do?" asking with the most innocent voice I can. Edging forward, I start tracing the edge of my martini glass. As I slowly dip my finger in my Cosmopolitan, I lower my voice asking, "What look would that be?"
Your eyes are glued to my now rising finger, dripping with my favorite combination of cranberry, triple sec and Grey Goose. My glossy lips part as the pink tip of my tongue flicks out to lick up a single drop. You start thinking about exactly what I want you to think about. Two hours ago in our hotel room, it was the tip of your cock I was flicking with the tip of my tongue while staring into those blue eyes.
Lifting your napkin from your lap, you toss it onto the table and stand. Always a gentleman, you move to pull out my chair, ready to leave as the check's been paid. We make our way to the elevator your hand at the small of my back, knowing how much that small gesture turns me on. You also notice the material of my dress doesn't lay flat against my skin, you wonder what I am wearing underneath.
While we wait for the elevator, you are standing slightly behind me as your hand slowly caresses down the sweet curve of my ass. "That would be that look, in those brown eyes telling me how wet you are right now." Your whisper in my ear sends erotic chills down my spine. "And that I could get you to do just about anything...isn't that right baby?"
My breathless 'yes' is barely audible over the sound of the elevator opening. An older couple exits just before we enter, giving us a very disapproving glare.
You precede me into the elevator. We move to stand facing each other on opposite ends of the small space. I lean back against the mirrored wall with my hands behind my back. "You look beautiful by the way." Your eyes skim my body from head to toe. I smile with that look that says I am always uncomfortable with compliments regarding my appearance but 'Thank you.'
My very tasteful black dress gracefully hugs every curve. "Now that I've touched you, what is it that you're wearing under there?"
Moving closer to stand before you, I take your hands and place them squarely on my waist. "Wouldn't you like to know?" You turn me into a corner, effectively blocking me from the security camera. Slyly smiling, I turn to face the mirrored corner. Placing my hands against the cool reflective surface, I look back at you saying, "Why don't you find out?" Your delicious smile tells me you're buzzed enough to play this naughty game with me. I feel your hands slide down over my hips. I spread my legs wider, bend at the waist and lean over slightly.
A quiet groan escapes my lips; I feel your hands on the outside of my thighs as you slowly drag my dress up. Sheer black hose gives way to the lacey tops of my stockings held in place by satin garters. A bit farther and you are treated to the view of my thong covered ass top off by a tightly laced waist corset. Your breath caught, you exhale, "Fuck." Your left arm slides around my cinched waist as you pull me against you. Your right hand slides over my ass right between my legs.
The discernable heat makes you harder. "Somebody's a little wet." I feel two fingers stroking my covered pussy. 'Please shove them in me.' I think to myself. And as if reading my mind, you pull the thong to the side and easily slide two fingers deep inside. Your voice purring as your stroke me, "Mmm, I bet you'd like a taste, wouldn't you?"
"Ooh, please." Is all I can manage.
"Me first," Is your lusty response. Our gaze meets in the mirror walls as I watch you lick and suck your fingers. I am flooded with memories of that mouth between my legs. I involuntarily wet my lips wanting to taste myself. Seeing the pleading look in my eyes you plunge back inside me again and this time, bringing your fingers to my waiting mouth.
You stare, watching my talented pink tongue lick up every drop of wetness ending with some very provocative sucking.
Before things get out of hand you smooth my dress back down and move away from me. When I turn to lean against the wall opposite of you the flush on my neck and face, not to mention the fuck-me lustful look in my eyes is blatantly obvious. Neither one of us speaks until we reach the first floor, caught up in our own little mental fantasies.
Your hand at the small of my back again, you guide me outside. "Our hotel's not far, shall we walk or do you want to take a taxi?"
"We can walk." I reply.
I slip my hands around your arm. You smile to yourself remembering the last time I did that. As we make our way back to the hotel, you point out places of interest that you've visited. I am torn between paying attention and dragging you into an alley.
As if someone were listening, I see a semi-lit alley just ahead. I nervously bite my bottom lip. You notice I've stopped paying attention completely and ask if I am ok. Quickly, before I lose my nerve, I pull you in a dark shadow that will shield us from passerby's view. I pull you hard against me as I back up to the bricked wall. Cupping your face, I pull you down to my mouth, "Kiss me." At just that moment your sexy smell ravages my senses, I groan into your mouth and slide one leg up and around you.
Your thigh slips between my legs and your hands to my hips. You grind me against you. Between that and your delicious open mouth French kisses I am going insane with need.
