I'd been anticipating my date with Jim all day. There was something about him that I found especially intriguing. Possibly his devil-may-care attitude — it made me feel liberated and uninhibited when I was with him. Whatever it was, it made me feel sexy, and I was looking forward to a whole night alone with him.
My anticipation was so great that I was even ready a little early, and had to wait for him to arrive. When he finally buzzed my intercom I was almost in a frenzy. I took a couple of minutes to check my hair and makeup and compose myself. I didn't want him knowing just how eager I was feeling.
When he saw me through the glass security doors of my apartment building his face lit up. He had a huge grin and I could see him looking me up and down as I walked towards him. I had been trying to decide what to wear all day and was not perfectly happy with any of my options. At the last minute I had seen the perfect dress at my local mall, and judging by Jim's reaction he thought it was perfect as well.
I wanted to wear something classy tonight as I had a feeling that Jim would take me somewhere a little pricey, but I wanted to look especially sexy as well. The dress I found was a grey super short mini, with an opening just under the bust and a twist between my breasts, leaving a little window onto my chest exposing the curve of the sides and bottoms of my breasts. It was loose but draped itself over the curves of my hips and arse, and despite being loose it managed to reveal instead of hide my figure. It redeemed itself from being almost tarty by being sequinned all down the front, giving me a shimmer as I walked. What it lacked in class, it made up for with bling and raw sexiness.
"You look especially beautiful tonight, Lisa," Jim said, as I walked toward him, "almost good enough to eat."
I remembered spinning for him the other night and I span again so he could see me from all angles, as I turned I wiggled my arse a little, and swung my hips, making a little show of it.
When I faced him again, I said, "Thanks handsome, but what do you mean 'almost'?"
Before he could answer I stepped up to him and put my hands on his shoulders and kissed him lightly on the lips. As I began to pull away, he put his hands on my hips and held me, extending our kiss. He parted his lips slightly and brushed them against mine. It was a very sensual kiss, one full of promise, and it left me tingling.
"My car is this way," he said, gesturing in the direction of his car.
He put his arm around me as we walked to his car and I let my body soften and brush against him as we walked. We made a little chit chat while we walked to his car and while we drove to the restaurant.
Jim was a perfect gentleman, opening the door of his car for me and helping me out when we arrived. I can't say I was a perfect lady though, as judging by his expression as he helped me out of the car I am fairly sure he had a prefect view as my dress lifted and opened. My dress was so short that there was nothing I could do to prevent it happening, and I doubt I would have tried even if I could. His expression was priceless as he got his first quick view of my hairless pussy, and I couldn't help but smile at him when I realised what was causing his look of shock.
The restaurant was a few minutes walk from where we had parked and situated at the end of a wharf with a lovely view of the harbour. I had been right about the type of place Jim would take me to, refined but not pretentious, pricey but not excessively so.
My suspicions about Jim's view up my dress were confirmed as we walked along the wharf. Jim, encouraged by my display as I got out of the car, slipped his hand under my dress and stroked the cheek of my arse where it met my thigh. My dress was short enough that he didn't have to lift it far to get his hand under it. The diners sitting outside the other restaurants along the wharf would have been treated to a view of the curve of the very bottom of my arse as we walked past. This appealed to my inner exhibitionist and I was really enjoying Jim showing me off like this.
By the time we reached the restaurant I was tingling all over and very moist. I could hardly think straight, as the fire growing between my legs was too distracting. I could tell it was going to be a long night and a deliciously painful wait before I was finally satisfied.
"Can I get you a drink to start with?" the waiter asked.
"Would you like red or white?" Jim asked.
"White," I said, "I need something cool."
I did too. I needed to cool down. I was glad Jim was going to take care of ordering the wine, as there was no way I could concentrate on even the simplest task at the moment. It had taken all of my concentration just to decide the colour of the wine I wanted.
I had a long sip of the cold water the waiter had brought which brought me some relief, enough at least to be able to hold up my side of the conversation. Jim smiled a lot as we talked. He even had dimples, which I find very sexy. I love a man who smiles a lot and knows how to let go of the little things.
As we talked Jim reached across the table and took one of my hands in his and stroked my fingers and palm, which just sent my heart racing again and brought back the tingles.
The whole meal passed like this. Some light flirting, lots of touching both above and below the table, and lots of smiling. I slipped a shoe off and ran my foot up and down his leg. During dessert I got a little more brazen and ran my foot all the way up his leg to his inner thigh. His face gave nothing away but he opened his legs a little and I slid my foot along the inside of his thigh.
I drew back before I reached his crotch. I wanted to tease him a little to begin with. On the next stroke I let my foot go a little higher, brushing very lightly against his crotch, lightly enough that he would not be able to be sure whether I had intended to touch him at all. The next few strokes fell short as well. I wanted him to wonder how far I would go with my foot.
On the next stroke I finally ran my foot all the way up to his crotch and began stroking his cock and balls. His face still gave nothing away to the people at the other tables, but I could tell his smile was a little cheekier, a little sexier. As I rubbed his cock through his pants I could feel it hardening and growing. I wanted to take him home. I wanted him inside me. He could have no possible doubt about that now. I hoped we would be leaving soon.
My wish was granted and Jim asked for the bill. It seemed to take forever to arrive, but it finally did, and I was relieved when Jim paid with cash. I wouldn't have been able to bear waiting while the waiter charged the card.
Finally we were leaving. As we left the restaurant Jim put his arm around me again, and once we were out on the wharf he slipped it under my dress again. I was sure it wouldn't be long now and I would feel Jim's weight on me and his manhood inside me. I was getting wetter and wetter with anticipation.
"I know a really cool little club just around the corner where we can dance," he said.
"That sounds perfect," I replied, hiding my distress.
I didn't want to dance, I wanted him, and I wanted him now. Still, it's so rare that a man wants to dance that I couldn't refuse him. In fact a man usually wants to dance only when he is trying to take me to bed, and Jim must have known by now that he didn't have to dance with me to get into my panties. For God's sake, he knew I wasn't even wearing any, he'd seen, and his hand had been all over my arse.
Still, I loved to dance, and we would have a lot of fun, rubbing our bodies together on the dance floor, touching, showing off. The more I thought about it the more I liked the idea. Dancing can be a kind of foreplay, and tonight would be one of those nights. I had felt Jim's erection through his pants and I knew he was just as aroused as I. I became convinced that he was thinking along the same lines as I, and I let my excitement grow as we walked to the club.
The club was on an upper level, and we had to ride up an escalator. I took a step ahead of Jim and turned to face him. We were the same height now and he leant forward and kissed me. Deeper this time, but still delicately running his tongue over my lips and into my mouth. As he kissed me he ran both of his hands up my thigh and under my dress. He stroked my arse from my lower back down to where it joins with my leg. I opened my legs a little, I wanted him to touch my pussy, I wanted him to feel how wet he had made me.
Instead I felt my dress rising, exposing my arse. I could hear voices behind us as we neared the top of the escalator. There were people up there and they could probably see what Jim was doing with my dress. The idea of being watched excited me even more and I could wait no longer for Jim to find my pussy by himself. I reached behind me and moved his hand between my legs. He caught on quickly and ran a finger along my slit.
We reached the top and Jim removed his hands and I straightened my dress. It was fairly early so we didn't have to queue or even pay a cover charge, not that doormen usually make me wait in the queue or pay, anyway. I was a little worried that the place may be empty, but when we got inside I saw there were enough people to mostly fill it without it being too crowded.
Jim led me straight to the dance floor and we began dancing. I was surprised at how well he danced, and how relaxed he was on the dance floor. We danced for a few songs and he became bolder in the way he touched me. At first he had just one hand on my waist, then two, and then he began to rub his hands up and down my body. My hands were all over him as well, stroking his chest, fondling his arse, and rubbing his crotch.
There were other dancers all around us, and even though they could see us, I felt like we were in our own private island of sensuality. Occasionally I would remember they were present, and they could see my hand on Jim's crotch or his hand on my arse, and I would get more excited and squeeze his cock, or lift my leg onto his hip and let my skirt ride up, giving them the same view Jim had had when I got out of the car.
