It had been a long day, so I was ready for a night out with my man and to let my hair down and kick back.
I was planning on meeting him in the local pub for a few drinks and maybe some food. Even though I'd been with him for a while it still gave me butterflies knowing that I was going to see him. As normal, I'd gone home and showered, did my hair and make-up. Spritz of my favourite perfume. I was out that door!
Walking into our local I couldn't see him so took a seat in a quiet corner. Loud rock music was playing from the juke box but no matter, it drowned out the noise of the chatter from the local teenagers playing pool at the other side of the bar.
I checked my watch to see that he was running very late. Not uncommon if he was stuck in traffic so I got another drink for myself and one in ready for him (at this rate I'd be tipsy by the time he got there!) and settled back into the booth I'd chosen for us to sit in.
I knew he was there before I saw him. We are so connected it's actually scary. I felt my hair being brushed back off my neck and soft gentle kisses being placed on the nape of my neck. I love that and he knows it. Neck kisses are like kryptonite to me. I could feel my pussy react to him. Mind you, just being with him will get me wet. I'm permanently ready for him. He completes me as cheesy as it sounds...
Leaning back into I turned around so I could enjoy his kisses properly. Mmmmm, I love the way he kisses me, soft and gentle yet passionate and loving at the same time. The feel of his gentle kisses and his probing tongue having an instant effect on my body. I'm so ready for him and horny as hell.
He slipped into the seat next to me pulling me towards him so he could continue with my greeting. Our kissing intensifying. So hot. Our need for each other growing. The thought of drinks and food forgotten in our passion.
I knew that he would be as turned on as I was, and I had my minx head on so thought I'd have some fun with this fact. So, I broke away from him and with my left hand picked up my wine, gave him a cheeky half smile and with my right hand reached under the table and put it on his leg, gently stroking his leather clad thigh (he loved his leather as much as I did). Stroking it up and down, just to the top of his thigh, no further. Yet.
The look on his face said it all. He was enjoying being teased as much as I was enjoying teasing him. My hand gently stroking, just teasing ever so gently. Reaching up to his leather clad bulge, caressing that amazing package, pushing into it. Feeling his hardness growing at my touch. He picked up his pint, clearly trying to take his mind off what I was doing. There was no way I was going to let that work!
I gave him a little smile "Oh whoops! I appear to have dropped something on the floor." I said to him licking my lips. I slipped off the leather seat, my trousers easily sliding off there and eased my way under the table. Good job the teenagers over the other side of the pub were occupied in their pool game.