My dinner date was in an hour. I couldn’t decide between the simple black dress that hugged all my curves, or the white dress that looks fairly conservative. Gavin, the man I was seeing tonight, is a real estate developer. I’d met him once or twice through friends and wasn’t sure how to go. With a shock of inspiration, I went with the conservative white dress. Underneath it, though, was another story.
Looking in the mirror, I was satisfied. White makes me look so innocent, when underneath I’m all fire. Perfect for tonight. I was feeling sexy and like I needed to stir up a little trouble.
Gavin rang the bell at exactly 7:00. I grabbed my purse and opened the door. Yep, white was definitely the right choice. Gavin’s gorgeous blue eyes about popped out of his head. The drive to the restaurant in his car was filled with lots of sexual tension. He kept stealing glances at me from the side. For my part, I kept moving around so my skirt slid higher up my thigh. When we got to the restaurant, Gavin opened my door for me and was treated to an enticing view of my breasts down the neck of my dress.
Dinner was ordered and drinks were flowing. The conversation was just taking an interesting turn when dinner arrived. As I nibbled on the end of a bread stick, Gavin finally broke the ice.
“You know you are driving me crazy, don’t you?”
Looking the bright-eyed innocent, I rolled my tongue around the end of the bread stick before taking the tip slowly in my mouth.
“Crazy? Me?”
“Yes, you. You look amazing. You look sexy as hell, and now you’re making me hard as a rock with that bread stick. That isn’t friendly.”
I leaned over the table slightly so Gavin could see down the front of my dress.
“No, not being friendly would be to get you wound and do nothing about it. What I do about it depends on you.”
I think for the first time, Gavin realized just what was in store for him tonight.
“What do you mean, it depends on me?”
“Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll do it.”
“Anything?”
I smiled and licked my lips.
“Anything. Only, one condition, Gavin. You have to tell me now what you want me to do later.”
I took a sip of my wine, rolling my tongue along the edge of the glass and then slipping it over the edge.
Gavin looked around, checking to see if anyone else was close enough to hear him.
“What I want... I want to see you open that little white dress of yours, but not take it off. I like you in white. I want to see what you have on underneath that dress and then rip it off you. I’m going to sit back and watch you take my cock, which is rock hard now, between those naughty red lips of yours and suck it.”
I was feeling my own juices flowing now. I loved being in an expensive restaurant and having Gavin tell me what he wanted. I was getting excited.
“Is that all you want? Don’t you want to fuck my pussy until I scream your name?”
Gavin took a gulp of wine.
“When you’re done sucking my cock, I want to suck your tits and then suck your pussy making you cum for me. Then I’m going to turn you over on all fours and fuck your pussy until you cum over and over again.”
“Mmmm I like that. Let’s eat and then get the hell out of here.”
We finished dinner in silence, eating quickly. The check was paid in one swoop with a tip for the waiter that left him speechless. Gavin walked me out of the restaurant, his hand on the small of my back. I was so aroused I was wondering how I had managed to keep the juices from flowing down my legs. The bulge in his pants was getting huge and he was using me as a shield to cover it as we left. The drive in the car was silent as we drove back to my place.
As we walked in, I told Gavin to sit on the couch. Sitting in the middle, his eyes never left mine.
“You said you wanted me to open my dress but not take it off.”
I stood there and slowly unbuttoned the front of my dress. I watched him as each button came undone. Slowly, I was revealing to him what I had underneath. Gavin moaned as he realized what was under my conservative white dress. Opening the dress, I stood there letting him take it in. My large breasts were pushed together in a faint pink demi bra that had the tops spilling out. Down around my waist was a matching pink garter belt, the long side snaps attached to nude-colored stockings. The only other accessory were my shoes, white pumps with three-inch heels. My pussy was bare and neatly trimmed.
“Didn’t you want to do something now? Like rip off what was underneath my dress?”
