Sitting at the bar, I (along with every other male in the room) watch you walk in. Although "walk" doesn't quite convey the raw sexuality that nearly oozed from your body as you captivated the entire room. Knowing that you have every male libido in the room working on overdrive excites you and I watch your nipples harden through the cloth of the sheath dress that is barely containing your exquisite breasts. As you move between the tables and other patrons, I can't help but notice that your short skirt barely covers your apparently bare pussy. Your drink appears by your elbow as I lean to kiss you and welcome you. The scent of your perfume is intoxicating as you sit beside me and turn so that you can raise your leg and I can see your beautiful pussy before me. Leaning in, I catch a lovely look at your cleavage as well, all promises of the pleasures to come.
We are joined by the matre'd who escorts us to our table. You sit across from me and I delight in the knowledge that my growing hard-on is now out of sight beneath the heavy tablecloth. Our dinner small talk progresses nicely, spiced with some cute sexual word play that belied our ultimate desire. As the main course dishes are cleared and the tiramisu is ordered, a delicious thought came to mind. I stood as if to excuse myself, then dropped quickly to my knees and ducked under the table.
Knowing your penchant to go pantiliess, I crawled over to your knees. You scooted your chair in closer to the table and you pull the tablecloth up slightly as you spread your legs. While I kiss up your thigh I hear you talking to the waiter, ordering us both some more coffee. As he pours, you clear your throat a little too loudly, as my fingers start to stroke your clit gently. You spread your legs wide for me and I move my face closer to your pussy, kissing up the taught skin of your thighs. My fingers find your pussy getting wetter and wetter, so I take the opportunity to slide one inside you. I can hear the sharp intake of your breath as my tongue finds your clit.
