I walk out of the closet and look at myself in the mirror. Perfect I think, black definitely is my color. I marvel at how beautifully this dress hugs every part of me and I love it. He won't know what hit him. I pick up my shawl strategically place it to cover the more indecent parts of my outfit and on we go.
He is quietly waiting in the living room. He is looking handsome as ever. Lucky him, he finished getting ready half an hour ago, yet, no complains... that might deserve a reward. Later. I clear my throat as I walk down the stairs, would want him to miss this. He turns around and silently watches. "You're welcome" I think to myself as I slowly make my way down letting him enjoy the view.
To my surprise, he says nothing. Mr Repartee has gone quiet. That can't be good. I can he read him. Instead of his usual glib, he is observing, detecting, planning?... As I walk up to him he takes the hand I hold out and leads me to the garage. Seeing his silence, I get the clue and follow quietly. We get on the road and after entering the address he turns around and faces me. He looks into my eyes and as we whiz through the city, he never breaks eye contact. In the depths of them, I see the parade of emotions going through him; excitement, joy, hunger, shrewdness.
We arrive at the theater and he runs off into the building ahead of me. That's new. He is planning something. I don't know what yet, but I'm looking forward to it. I just leave him to it and head towards our seats. The theater building as always impresses me with its aesthetic. We don't make them like this anymore. I stroll around the lobby and admire the period art pieces and the breathtaking murals when I feel someone take my hand. Turning around, I see his face and the devilish smile is even wider now. He leans down and gives me one chaste kiss before hurrying away, pulling me along. I followed, intrigued.
He silently walks towards the back of the building with me in tow. I'm trying to guess what he has in mind, but he isn't making it easy. Is he trying to be quiet and brooding? That's so not him! Oh well, I get to watch his buttcheeks in front of me. They're cute, just swaying around ahead of me. I start chuckling remembering the last time I made him clench them. He turns around at the sound and looks at me. I was too slow to pull my eyes up. He must've guessed the reason for my laugh as he scoffs. I smile innocently and in response, he pulls me through a door to our left. He closes it behind me, and pushes me against it. It takes me a second to figure out that we're now in the restroom.
I look around the room and freeze when I process that we're both in the same restroom. I see no urinals, women's! As I'm thinking through this, I don't notice him get on his knees, lift up my dress and burying his face between my legs. The feeling of his lips on my thighs brings my attention back to him. He slowly kisses his way up my legs, nibbling and licking along. I moan deeply.
He slows down when his mouth reaches the edges of my underwear and to my surprise takes a fleshy bite off it. I barely hold in a yelp. Simultaneously, I get shivers from his fingers creeping up my legs. He keeps licking his way around my thighs and ignores my now damp slit. He chuckles. I assume that he noticed that wet spot slowly expanding yet still doesn't touch it. The bastard!
His hands that have been taking an excruciating trip up my legs finally come to rest on my butt. I sigh. He firmly holds each buttcheek and yanks my whole body forward finally landing his mouth on my cloth clad pussy. Yes! His hands hold me in place as he seemingly devours me. Under his relentless assault, my labias pop out of their last barrier and are at his mercy. He hungrily starts feasting upon them. His tongues flat against my flesh licks the entirety of my pussy and with every passage pushes my underwear deeper into it.
For a moment, I don't feel him anymore. His hands and mouth are off of me. I look down just in time to see his face. He winks at me and moving back a bit, spins me around. I'm now facing the door, hands against it for support. Facing that door, the reality of where we are rushes at me. What if someone came in? What if there was already someone in here? He never checked the stalls. My mind starts racing at the notion. It's scary but also terrifying.
He must've noticed that I wasn't focused on us anymore. He brings me back with a loud slap on my right butt cheek. I can't hold it in this time and just loudly grunt. The sound of my pleasure reverberates on the empty walls. I look over my shoulder and look at him. He has closed his eyes and is licking and kissing my aching flesh. I purr! He repeats the same treatment on my left cheek. First the slap, then the care. The cycle is repeated, he doesn't seem in a rush. I try not to think about how long we've been in here. How the odds of us getting caught increase every moment we spend here. I want to be here. I want him on his knees. Everything else be damned.
I openly moan and push my ass in his direction. I slowly gyrate it for him, not caring anymore. He must've been waiting for this. He pulls my underwear down in one fell swoop leaving my lower body totally exposed. Bent at the waist as I am, I know that I'm fully opened to him. He confirm it by softly blowing on my soaked genitals. The air on my vagina tickles and my anus twitches at the new feeling.
