Dinner and a Show

"So, do you enjoy having that meat in your mouth," I ask softly as she takes a bite of her steak.

She cocks her head sideways, not nearly as amused as I am, giving me the stare.

"Guess I need to try haaarder." I emphasize, the harder and give her a wink. She breaks her gaze and smiles, running her foot up the inside of my leg. She doesn't play fair, neither will I.

"Keep doing that and I won't have to try harder. It'll just be harder sweetheart." I jest as I begin to rub the back of her ankle and press her heel into myself. I clinch to ensure she feels me pulse. I watch her face react to me, her eyes slightly dilating. She felt me. Good.

She smiles. She is trying hard to ensure not to let me know she is enjoying herself, but the energy is fun. I continue rubbing her ankle and keeping her pressed against me. I can see the eyes on us from other tables, the thrill of onlookers. This will be fun.

"Have you noticed the eyes on us yet?" I ask, nodding my head and gazing into the direction of the crowd.

"Does it bother you?" she retorts.

Let the games begin I think to myself, she really should not test me.

I sit her ankle down, and slide to the chair left of her.

"What was that sweetheart? I couldn't hear you." I respond as I lean in asking her to repeat herself, sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh. I want to keep the pressure on her to see who will blink first.

She leans in, and she has me right in her playful little grasp. The softness of her voice, whispering in my ear ever so sweetly, "Does it bother you?" she reiterates biting my ear for others to see.

I'm about to lose myself. The smell of her perfume, sweet, subtle, the softness of her hair and leg, I am edging ever closer to letting my hand explore her in this restaurant for the world to see. Perhaps I should play her game.

I run my hand behind her neck and grab her hair, no longer caring who is watching. I feel her relax in my hand, and just to return the favor, I kiss her and bite her lip as I pull away. "Do I seem bothered?"

"No Sir" She responds, emphasizing the sir, knowing it unleashes something inside me. She has my number, she has my notes, she truly does know how to ignite my flame, and she is about to see that flame.

"Let's go." I command, taking care of the bill.

Knowing full well that I want her, knowing full well that she wants me, the question now is where and how. The looks she gives me, the feisty playfulness, the brat she unleashes and the way she naturally demands me to make her drives me insane. I will make her.

"Want to smoke?" I ask, knowing she keeps her joints rolled up in the center console in her car.

She nods and we make our way across the parking lot, her hands wrapped around my arm. My hand gently ushering her towards her vehicle.

I open the door for her, as she leans in to grab her joint, my instinct is to run my hand across her, patting her butt, gently spanking her, and continuing to run my fingers down the back of her legs. She calms down and stays in the position enjoying herself. Her tight green dress not hiding any of her features, stopping just shy of her thigh, I run my nails back up her leg, under her dress, and lean into the car over her, ensuring to press myself against her and my hand.

"Weren't you going to smoke?" I jokingly ask, knowing she is slightly distracted with my hand resting on her butt and my fingers resting against her now soaked panties.

I exhale deeper than usual, feeling myself frustrated in this moment, sitting in the parking lot, both sexually aroused, both wanting each other, both having places to be later that night because we are both going through divorces. Go figure. We have nowhere to go, and nowhere we would rather be.

"I am going to smoke, but I am going to enjoy this first." She laughs back at me.

"Well, then you may enjoy this." I respond kneeling behind her, biting her ass and letting my jaw brush against her. I want her. I let my lips explore her cheek as I begin to remove her panties. "These are coming with me."

She leans back into me, pressing herself against my face almost as if she is egging me on. She knows me all too well. As I stand back up, keeping her pressed against me I drag my nails back up her leg, much more firmly, debating whether to leave marks just yet. I place her panties in my jacket pocket.

I gently caress her now bare ass with her dress pulled up. "You wanted to smoke right?" I smirk, giving her a cheshire grin as she looks over her shoulder at me. I put her dress back down and gently back off allowing her to come out of the car.

"Yes," she smiles, stretching forward and grabbing her joint.

I cannot help but admire her, the heels, the tight green dress, the tattoos. The tattoos drive me wild. A picture of herself bent over with a handprint on her ass, right on her calf. A picture of a hand around her throat, two fingers inserted in her mouth as she is blindfolded on the top of her right thigh. A riding crop on her other leg, saying whips and chains excite her. She is a very good girl, in all the worst ways.

She parked next to me, it provided some level of privacy, except the fact the entire road can see us as they drive by. Whatever, I lean back against my car, she leans against hers, and oh yes, we will need to fix that.

"So where were you putting your foot at dinner?" winking at her through my smile. I intend to challenge her as much as she is challenging me. I want to see her frustrated, I want to see her try to bite me again, I want to see her passionately attempt to step to me again.

"You mean this?" as she props her heel against me.

Here we go, this will be fun. I grab her ankle, holding her in place, I slightly rotate to see her calf, the picture of her ass with a handprint, she turns and faces the car to maintain her balance. I run my fingers across her calf, and give her tattoo a little pop, just enough for her to feel the sting.

I don't let go of her leg and I walk into her, now bent over her car, I want her to feel that she is mine. I pat her ass again, keeping her balanced on one foot. I smile to myself; this is what she gets for giving me her leg. I whisper into her ear, "I will give this back to you, but I want you to lean back into me and let me hold you while you smoke okay?"

I nibble her ear as I release her leg, letting out a low subtle pitch, "mmhmm."

She backs against me as promised, and I hold her. Her head is on my shoulder, her body is pressed against me, and her hand is scratching my arm. I love every sensation. The touch of her nails against me, the smell of her hair as my lips kiss explore the softness of her head, the low subtle moan she lets out as she wiggles her hips, she knows exactly how to rile me up, and riled up I am.

I whisper into her ear again, "Sweetheart, keep wiggling your hips and Christmas will come early this year, and you will be my Christmas."

She coyly retorts, "I'm not doing anything." Leaning back as she smiles at me, releasing the massive toke she just inhaled.

I just smile down at her, my grin turning menacingly. I run my hand from her hip firmly up her side, up her breast, and settle it down around her throat, keeping her looking at me. I want her looking up at me for what I am about to do. I run my hand up the back of her thighs again and begin to play with her. My thumb gently separating her as I begin to explore inside her, I keep her back arched, I ensure she knows she is mine.

I keep rubbing her, holding her throat, kissing her neck, biting her, fighting every instinct within me to not just devour her. She throws her hips back onto my thumb and I lose myself. I turn her around, I bend her over the hood of my car, I kneel behind her and start kissing my way up the back of her leg. I insert my fingers inside her, standing back up, I bring my fingers to her lips and have her taste herself. She looks quite pleased and circles her tongue around my fingertips.

"Enjoying yourself?" I ask as she diverts her eyes from mine. I kiss her, forcing my tongue into her mouth to taste her too. She is delicious, sweet, savory, pure ecstasy that I crave. She moans as I taste her, feeling her voice echoing throughout my body. I want more.

"Pardon me I am not through with dessert" I slyly say as I bend her back over the car, kneeling behind her once more. I let my tongue explore her, tasting her, licking her, nothing is off limits. I am lost in this moment. The taste of her on my tongue, the jolt her body makes as my tongue circles her ass, the trembling in her knees as I slide my fingers back inside her. I moan deeply, allowing my voice to echo throughout her body. Her knees weaken even more as her weight drops on me.

She feels me laugh, as a car just honked and flashed their lights at us. I continue to enjoy her, she continues to enjoy her joint.

It is a night that will be remembered, my tongue exploring her, the moon lighting us up on a stage in front of the restaurant, my dessert presented to me in the most gorgeous of ways, the audience cheering us on, and the taste of her lingering on my lips, her moans ringing in my ears, my beard wet with her excitement, and the feeling of her weight dropping as she reaches her destination.

I continue until I feel her hand reaching for the back of my head holding onto me. She begins to wiggle more, changing the direction, changing the pace, attempting to stop me from pushing her further. I curl my fingers deeper inside her and circle my tongue around her ass, every flick of the tongue I feel her body clinch around my fingers. I want to consume her, I want to force her past the point of no return, and I pin her hips to the car as I stand up and continue to let my fingers enjoy her until her grip around my forearm intensifies and her vision seems to fade out of focus.

"Good girl, let go, stop fighting." I whisper as her legs begin to shake under her own weight. I am intoxicated by her body, her sounds, her moans, her taste, I am simply awestruck. I start to slow down and her grip around my arm loosens. She lets out a sigh of relief as her senses return. I run my fingers over her lips once again, before placing them in my own mouth and kissing her.

She looks up at me smiling, fumbling with my belt, "Now it's your turn."

I lean into her ear and whisper, "We've attracted an audience again sweetheart, I need you safely out of here." She looks at me slightly confused, completely unaware at the group of 6 guys tailgating and looking our way.

I give her a hug, and pull her close to me, "Look over my shoulder to your left, those guys have been watching us, drinking, and I need to know you are safe. Get in your car, I will back out and leave room for you to back out in front of me, and let's head back to my place. Okay sweetheart?"

She nods, smiling, reassured that even when I am lost in a moment with her, her protection is my priority. She kisses me as we head off into the night. Dinner, dessert, and a show, what better way to end the night.