It was Aron's last 2 nights in Houston for business, and I had flown in from NY to see him. We planned a romantic dinner at Banque...having not seen him for so long, I wanted to wear something to drive him CRAZY. Let me describe myself: 5'5" Size 2, 32 D, nice round pert ass, light/medium skinned, and dark curly shoulder length hair...I chose a gold lace halter - braless of course - I knew he would go nuts sitting across the table from me, being able to look at them bounce!
"But why settle for just no bra?" I thought as I was changing into my pleated denim mini-skirt. So I reached under to my lace thong and pulled it off...letting my fingers linger a moment over my all-too-ready for action slit. I had a fabulous brazilian bikini wax before I left for Houston; being SO exposed to the elements under a very short skirt added to my horniness! I wouldn't say I was too horny in general, but Aron just has this effect on me - I have never experienced sex the way it is with him - just amazing chemistry! I was wet from the beginning, but wanted to draw him out and make him wait for it...
Aron naturally was shocked when he emerged from his shower and saw me for the very first time in a short skirt! He loves when I am braless, and immediately let his towel drop as he came over to fondle my breasts through the lace of my halter. He could see my dark nipples through the gold of the top and tried to push me against the wall. But no, I wanted to tease his hard thick cock a little...so I firmly removed his hands, gave him a brief once-over (by this time my clit was aching for his big long fingers), and made up my mind that I MUST leave the room at once before I gave in to my desires.
When we got to the restaurant everybody stared as we walked in - I guess it was a slightly older, more posh crowd, and Aron is 26, tall - 6'4" and gorgeous, with short dark hair, and chocolate brown eyes. Him being with an 23 year old, sexily dressed bombshell probably did not help! Needless to say, we were quickly ushered to a lovely table. As we walked towards our table I shot Aron a look and whispered "By the way baby, I'm not wearing anything underneath this skirt!"
"Yeah riiight - Whatever baby!"
"Hmm..." I thought "Time to make him squirm!"
When we sat down I guided his hand under the long tablecloth, up my thighs, and between my legs to my dripping slit, and led his middle finger to part the lips. He took a deep breath as he felt my wetness and pictured the view under the table, he tried to probe further, but I wasn't having any of it! The air-conditioning was right above us, and I felt my dark nipples grow stiff, straining against the lace of my top...i knew they could be seen...Aron kept gazing at my breasts and teling me the things he was going to do to me when we got back to the hotel. I couldn't wait but wasn't going to let him know that!