We meet outside the restaurant and I kiss you on the cheek. Your body feels good against me and your scent fills my nostrils and drives me crazy already.
Your dress clings in all the best places, gripping your breasts and cupping your buttocks like I want to. What is it satin, silk? I don't know, who cares! It's a gorgeous powder blue, long enough to be decent but short enough to be interesting. It has a strap top that reveals your shoulders and the cleft of your breasts. By the look of things you can't be wearing a bra. Boy, am I a lucky man tonight!
All thoughts of eating a meal have gone and I want to ravish you right there and then no matter that we're stood in front of a plate glass window and people are already starting to stare at us. Well at you mainly because you are stunning. I shake my head to dispel the thoughts that are coursing through my brain.
One last piece of mischief though before we have to behave ourselves, "I'm not wearing boxers tonight!", I whisper in your ear. Your eyebrow arches,
"What then?" you reply, searching my face for a clue,
"Guess?", trying not to give the game away too quickly, but I can't help the look of devilment in my eyes as they lock on yours,
"Oh, you're not naked under there are you?" I don't need to reply because I'm still pressed against you and twitch against your thigh to give you your answer. "O My God, you are sooo naughty!"
We laugh and hold each other close as we go through the door. I don't know whether they have watched us and can guess what is on our minds but we're shown to a booth to one side. Far enough back not to be busy but not so far that the staff will be going past all the time with orders. I wait till you're seated on the leather-clad alcove, you grimace slightly as it grips the skin of your thighs as you move closer to the wall. I take an illicit look down the top of your dress as you jiggle along. Although it's obvious that the chilly air outside and our meeting have stiffened them as they dent the fabric of your dress.
The waiter gives us a menu each and asks if we want a drink, "Bottle of dry white please, oh and we're in no hurry to order" I tell him,
You look at me quizzically, "What if I'm hungry?" you say,
"Sorry, but I wanted to be left alone with you for a bit, because I don't see you very often. Selfish huh?" You just smile and look down at your menu. I carry on looking at you. I can't believe I'm sat with such an absolutely fabulous woman.
"Want do you want to eat?" you ask, innocently
"You", I reply without hesitation and slip my shoe off to rub the inside of your calf.
"Easy tiger, wait till we get back home!" And you look back at the menu. I move my foot up the inside of your leg and press against you,
"Don't be so naughty! We can't do anything here!" Your voice says but your eyes don't want to believe your own words. I circle my foot against the lace of your thong, pushing your pubic mound with my big toe and defining your crease. "Stop it! Someone will see!" Again, your eyes and your mouth are disagreeing with each other.
"Who? There's no-one watching. We're against the wall with a table and cloth between us and the rest of the restaurant." I'm enjoying myself now and your eyes are starting to lose their focus. "Give me your foot, please." It's my turn to plead now.
"Alright" and you slip out of your shoe and put your foot in my hands. Conversationally, I ask you if you've seen anything on the menu that you fancy as I put the sole of your naked foot inside my open fly against my swollen shaft. The look on your face as you touch the rigid flesh almost makes me climax there and then, and you start to jerk your foot away but I haven't let go and hold you in place.
"Well?" I ask,
"Well what?" you stammer.
"What do you want to eat? Have you seen what you want in the menu?" I'm enjoying the confusion on your face as you try to sort out two things at the same time.
"Er, I don't know, you order for me" My foot is really pressing hard against you now and I can feel the lace get wetter under my toes and I'm moving your foot up and down my length. You move closer and look down, "Can you stop please, it's really difficult to concentrate and if you carry on like this one or both of is going to get really uncomfortable and possibly draw too much attention"
"OK. I'm just trying to let you know how arousing I find you and how you make me feel. I didn't want you to think that I don't appreciate the way that you look and the effect that it has. I'm having the Soup to start with followed by Sea Bream. What do you want? Again!"
"O, I'll have the Salmon then Seafood pasta. It's really difficult to concentrate! You're very naughty you know"
The wine arrives and all looks normal above the table. We've both left our feet where they are resting against the other and we take down large mouthfuls of the wine as if it will cool us down.
We continue to talk though the starter and exchange mouthfuls of each with other. The soup is Asparagus and the bread with it is still warm. The Salmon is served with a small salad with dressing and deep fried cubes of soft cheese. All of it is excellent. After the waitress takes our empty plates away, I realise my napkin has fallen on the floor.
As I reach down to get it, I can see the flesh of your thighs and the moistness where my foot has rested. I'm still feeling naughty, so I run my hand along your thigh and push my thumb under the fabric and stroke the length of your swollen lips, feeling them moisten under my touch. At first, your legs clamp shut, then relax as I carry on but you hold my wrist.
I'm stroking the fabric that covers your sex, I can feel the muscles of your thighs clench. "What do you think you're doing?" You hiss under your breath at me.
"I'm enjoying myself, are you enjoying this?" I try to reply so that you can hear but that my voice doesn't carry beyond the cocoon of our booth.
"That's not the point, we're supposed to be having a romantic meal together" You sound annoyed but your legs part further and you push yourself against my probing fingers.
"Is that a complaint? Do you want me to stop?" So that my voice is muffled I move closer to you and as I speak, I breathe hot breath on your thighs and savour the smell of your most secret of places.
"Ngh!" You gasp as my thumb presses the flesh above your clitoris and rubs round it in a circle and my forefinger pushes past your panties to stroke the length of swollen dripping lips.
"Pardon? Did you say something?" I press my mouth against you now and lick the lace that covers you, pressing you with my tongue and rubbing you with my thumb and fingers.
"You're a git and you know it so if we're going to be stupid, I might as well be bloody stupid and enjoy it properly!" with that you rise slightly out of your seat and push your thong down your thighs over your knees and onto the floor. You press your back against the seat and push your groin in my face. "You wanted to eat me, now's your chance. Are you up to it?"
I'm dizzy with lust. I can smell you and it drives me crazy. I can see your pussy swollen and wet and my exposed penis throbs and twitches, dribbling pre cum from it's head.
"I'll always rise to a challenge! And believe me, I've certainly risen! Hold tight and enjoy the ride!"
"Do your worst! I'm ready for you!" And you grip the sides of the seat and push harder against me. I kiss the flesh beside your knee then lick it and the skin along your inner thigh. At the same time, I push my palms under your bottom and my thumbs between your pussy lips. I hover above you, taking in your scent and breathing on you. I push up your dress and kiss you below the knicker line and with small, gentle kisses.
Then I get to the sweet spot. I settle my upper lip above your clitoris and lap underneath and over it with my tongue and lower lip.
"O God, I can't believe we're doing this!" you look around the restaurant then grip my head and push it against you. At the same time, you squeeze me with your thighs. As you go to put your legs over my shoulders, I pull away. I give you a farewell kiss and rub you and come out from under the table.
"Ooooo, you can't do that! You can't start the engine and then leave it parked in the garage!"
I retake my seat and just stare at you in your discomfort. "Mind if I keep these?" and with that I hold up your thong like a trophy.