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Stacey decides on a seductive black dress for the evening with matching lace bra and thong underneath; with the way things went earlier, it's good to be prepared. She takes out her black Louboutin heels from the back of her closet, her favourite pair that she saves for special occasions when she wants to look extra sexy. The skin-tight black dress comes down to about mid-thigh, and has a low plunging neckline with lace trim around the edges. Sam is quite punctual, not a minute past eight o'clock he comes knocking on her door. There's a part of her that's screaming that she shouldn't go out with him; Stacey doesn't even know him. She'll blame it on her recent lack of orgasms and his blatant sex appeal. Sam leads Stacey to his car and opens the door. She has to step up to get in his large truck and her tall, thin, black Louboutin heels make her ankles shake. He puts his hand on her waist, boosting her upwards and she feels her face flush. The air in the car is thick and she notices his eyes on her tan legs more than once as they drive. Stacey let her skin-tight black dress hike up farther than she normally would, not pulling it down her legs. She watches his strong hands grip the steering wheel and another wave of arousal washes over her.
"How is it possible that I find him so sexy and he hasn't even done anything yet?" she thinks.
Stacey rubs her thighs together unconsciously, trying to relieve some pressure with a bit of friction.
"Careful there, Stacey, I might just have to pull over," Sam says jokingly, glancing down at her legs.
"Sorry," she says, pulling the tight fabric down over her skin.
Sam just grins. They arrive at the restaurant and he comes around to her side, opening the door for her. He helps her out and closes the door. They're just an inch apart and he looks intently at Stacey, hands planted firmly on her waist. Suddenly, there's not enough oxygen between them, and she holds her breath.
"I hope you like Italian," Sam says, giving her a grin before walking towards the restaurant, pulling her behind him by their entwined hands.
They're seated in a small booth. The restaurant is dimly lit and candles are lit on the table in front of them.
"You look gorgeous, Stacey," he says, looking up at her from his menu.
"Thank you," she says, smiling.
The waitress comes and they order some wine. They both order pasta and send the waitress on her way.
"So, this morning..." he says, grinning.
"It was great... it was alright," Stacey says, sending him a sly grin.
Sam quirks an eyebrow at her, "Just alright?"
"Mmm," she nods.
"Can I tell you something, Stacey?" Sam says.
"Sure," Stacey says.
"I've been waiting for this moment since the second I saw you," Sam says.
"What do you mean?" she asks, curiously.
"Every time we passed each other in the hall, all I wanted to do was press you against the wall and have my wicked way with you," he says, sending me a sexy smile.
Stacey crosses her legs, leaning towards him on the table. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she is shaking. She can't believe that she is actually hearing these words from him, that all of those times she imagined him taking her; he was thinking the same thing.
"Is that your intention?" she asks, furrowing her eyebrow slightly.
"If that's what the lady wants, how can I refuse?" he grins.
"Such a gentleman," she says sarcastically.
"Always," he grins again.
Stacey laughs slightly at him. Sam truly is charming and his attitude is contagious.
"Can I tell you something, Sam?" she asks.
"Of course," Sam replies.
"I've imagined you having your way with me, too," she says shyly.
"Really?" he asks, his eyes lighting up.
They're silent for a moment and Stacey can't stop herself from the words that come out of her mouth next.
"Sam?"
"Yes?"
"I've never done anything like this before," she says, letting her nerves surface through.
She doesn't want him to think that she is some loose woman who just has sex with anyone at any given moment.
"Well neither have I," Sam says, "And we don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with, Stacey."
"I know," she nods.
"It sounds like we've already done some pretty dirty things; according to you at least. I'd say we know each other pretty well," he says, raising a brow and she can't contain her laugh.
"Fair enough," she nods.
"Hungry, Stacey?" Sam asks.
"I'm starving," she says, watching as his eyes darken.
Stacey eats her pasta quickly, not really interested in it. Sam seems the same way and they both glance over at each other occasionally, grinning. They finish their food quickly and it's not long until the waitress returns.
"Would you like to order some dessert?" the waitress asks perkily, handing them each a small dessert menu.
Stacey looks up at Sam and he's staring at Stacey mischievously.
"I know what I want, but I don't think it's on the menu," he says, not taking his eyes off of Stacey.
Stacey tries her hardest not to cough when she looks up at the waitress' uncomfortable expression.
"I'll have the chocolate cake, thanks," Stacey says quickly, handing her the menu and she smiles slightly before walking away.
"Oh my God, Sam, that was so embarrassing!" she says.
"Hey! I could have been talking about anything; but I like the way your mind is headed," he winks, acting innocent.
"Did you see her face? It was almost as red as mine," Stacey says, sending him a small scowl.
"I didn't notice," he says, grinning.
"You're embarrassing."
"Relax, Stacey, don't get your panties in a twist," he says, leaning towards her with an eyebrow quirked, taunting her.
"Relax, huh?" she asks, leaning back in her chair and reaching out her leg under the table.
