I can't believe this day has finally arrived; the nerves are building in the pit of my stomach.
We have been planning this date for a while now. Online, I have had the confidence to be as seductive as I want to be, but real life?
This is a different matter. I'm naturally a shy girl, but I am determined to overcome this.To help me achieve this, I choose my most seductive outfit. I want to look my best for our first meeting.
Our plan is to meet at a busy Irish bar in town. I have previously described to him that I will wear a tight, low cut, red dress. The cut and shape of the top emphasizes my full, ripe breasts; that are almost spilling over the top. I decided on no tights, just my long, bare, soft, silky legs, with red painted toenails and open-toed heeled shoes.
As I reach the bar I can't help but tremble with excitement and anticipation. I try to calm my trembling hands and strengthen my jelly legs. I walk into the bar and scan the crowd; I can't see him. I'm about to turn on my heel and walk away, when I feel the brush of a soft, gentle hand against my exposed, naked, shoulder. My heart beats a thousand beats and something sensual inside me sparks. I turn to be greeted by a tall, handsome, dark haired gentleman.
"Wow, you look a million dollars, truly amazing, just as you described in your email."
There is a long pause, as our eyes lock and he is becoming my guilty pleasure, my instant obsession.
"I have reserved us a window table and ordered us a bottle of fruity, white wine. I hope this for-fills your needs.
My mind is running on overtime now as I think, "You will for-fill my needs." I'm speechless, unable to respond verbally, only managing being able to carry off a smile and giving a gentle, pleasing nod. Gary's words may only of been simple words, but the way he presents them in his sexy Irish accent makes me melt inside.
He takes hold of my hand, escorting me confidently to our table, pulling out my chair to allow me to be seated and then walking round to sit directly opposite me. Even the way he walks, carries something special, something deep, something sexy, something erotic. He begins to make conversation and I respond where necessary, but as though I have been put in a trance, I'm bewildered by this amazingly, sensual man.
A few hours pass and I still feel besotted, yet my shyness is fading and my confidence grows.
The fire inside me that is destined to be released , starts to escape from within.
I slide my dainty, petite foot from my shoe and begin to edge it up the inside of his thighs. I trace it over his tender, cum-filled balls, working up his tensing shaft. On return, I give him a gentle squeeze on his now immensely growing shaft.
He releases a quite moan, as I repeat my actions once again. Upping my game slightly, I circle my toes around the tip of his member as I reach the top. Another moan is released, he slides back in his seat involuntarily.
I take my glass of wine in my hand, drinking the remains and stand. I turn my back and walk a few steps, turn towards him and seductively wiggle my finger, to entice him out. He follows me with his intrigue showing on his face. I lead him outside, where the rain is banging of the paths and kerbs, as it pelts from the dark skies. The rain is no longer the only thing making me wet now.