I picked you up at the door, waiting patiently as you finished dressing and preparing for our evening together. You were very nicely dressed, a pink skirt with a light pink blouse, tastefully hugging your wonderful body but not garishly and rudely showing it off. Your heels were quite erotic, I do love those 1940s mock heels, especially when they're 4 to 6 inches high, plus they were pink and white to match your outfit.
We drove through Sarasota to one of my favorite places, St. Armand's Circle. As I paid attention to the traffic and driving, it was difficult to forget you, sitting beside me, talking about the weather, how you loved the beach, the sparkling water, all in that honey-dripped accent that I found so exciting. We drove through the city and you remarked on many things you saw, gently touching my leg or my arm. Each touch sending a spark through my body that I felt down to my toes. As we got closer to our destination, your touches were more frequent, as you saw the effect you were having on me. You leaned forward just so and I turned to get a glance at your fantastic breasts, revealed between the buttons of your blouse.
We drove across the Ringling Causeway to our ultimate destination. As we arrived at St. Armand's Circle, I parked the car and opened your door. Looking down at you, I was treated to your lovely eyes looking back at me with nothing short of smoldering desire, as well as a lovely look at your very sexy breasts once again. I laughed and told you that you were teasing me. You smiled and as you stood, you brushed your breasts against my chest, touched my face, and said, yes, you were.
We started walking around the Circle, slowly drifting with and against the foot traffic. Looking at purses, you decided to do some more direct shopping, so I accompanied you into the shoe store. You browsed the shelves, pursing your lips and looking at shoes that were definitely not your style. The boxy, plain low heels were laughable, and as you leaned in to whisper in my ear about them, your breasts rubbed against my arm and your breath caressed my ear. Your simple presence was sensual in itself. The active teasing you were doing was driving me crazy. My pants were a soft gabardine fabric, designed to be cool and relaxing, not contain a throbbing cock. I tried my best to think of other things, but as soon as I did, you touched my arm or lingered just a bit long while kissing my jaw line.
Hundreds of stores awaited our perusal around the circular block. We looked in toy stores, checked out the cute baby clothes, and stopped at the Tommy Bahama store for a moment. As I tried on a new shirt, you touched my chest and back; the tactile feel of your hands and the silk fabric of the shirt were amazing. I tried to pull you into the changing room, but you smiled and shook your head slightly.
I placed your arm in the crook of mine and we continued our very leisurely stroll. Walking around the circle, I became adept at hiding the growing in my pants as you continued to tease and tease me with nearly every step. We stopped, at your insistence, at Ben and Jerry's, and if not for the people walking by, I would have sat and drooled over the way you ate your single scoop of ice cream. Your tongue and that spoon were almost pornographic and by the time you were done, several men (myself included) would have killed for the chance to take you right there on the bench! The women that passed us were not as pleased, but they were quite envious as they watched us together. The sensual play between us was almost palpable as we continued to walk around the circle.