Here is a recounting of a beautiful dream I had about you and me.
I was your date one evening for a formal event in NYC. As you rode into the city in the limo you could do nothing but think of me; how beautiful I would look
As the limo rolls up I am ready and slowly move toward the car. I have dressed just for you in a little black dress, charcoal thigh highs, sexy black high heels shining in the light, my dress draped so low in the front it barely covers my nipples as it scoops across my chest. Perhaps a bit too sexy for such an event, but I love making heads turn when I am with you.
I smile, my deep green eyes glittering as I look over your suit, fitting so well, snug in just the right places, and the bulge rising in your pants confirms your desires and dreams. I move to you, and you reach out to touch me. We kiss softly our lips gentle, sampling each other. I wear a soft, dark musky perfume I know you love, the one I wore the first night we made love. Your skin is clean fresh, and male. It is your scent that I covered my body with the nights we were apart by wearing one of your shirts. The kiss breaks too suddenly, but we do have somewhere to go, after all.
You whisper in my ear, "Baby, you look gorgeous." You brush yourself close to me, letting me know how hard seeing me has made you.
It is a dangerous thing for us to be together at a business function; we have been apart for a week, and the desire we both have has flushed our cheeks. Duty calls, though, but there is always later...if we can wait that long. I smile and run my hand up the soft linen of your trousers, lingering over your bulge. My eyes glance over at the waiting open door, and I sigh. We will have to wait...
The limo ride is short, so there is not much time for exploring. We steal a kiss or two, but too suddenly we have arrived at our destination. As the limo door swings open at the Grand Hyatt on a busy 42nd Street. You reach in to help me out. As my silk legs emerge from the car, the seat catches some of my dress exposing my upper thigh just enough for everyone to see.
As I step from the car, blushing a bit, my eyes catch yours, and I redden a bit more seeing the sparks of amusement and desire mix in your baby blues. No, I am not embarrassed now so much as needing to feel the long line of your body pressed to mine. I cannot resist at least to touch you, and kiss off that little smirk of yours. We come together and kiss deeply, our tongues joining almost instantly in a passionate dance.
Your hands cup my cheeks as we kiss for a good two minutes. When my body presses against ours a little more insistently, you pull back. My eyes open slowly your finger traces my cheekbone. "I love you, baby," you say eyes locked on mine.
I move up on tiptoe and nip your bottom lip gently. "I've missed you so much, Danny. I love you, too."
Arm in arm, we enter the building. Soon we are riding the escalator up to the Grand Concourse now standing behind me to rub my inner thigh as we glide along. You can feel the heat of my skin through the silk of my stocking as we ascend into the night. Stepping off the escalator, there are about three hundred people standing in the Concourse eating and drinking holding boring conversations.
You grab my hand again and step from the escalator with me. As you and I disappear into the crowd we have stopped caring about anything but being together, we are not thinking about anything but what it will be like the next time we make love, we are consumed by the teasing kiss we have just shared.
The soft chimes ring announcing it's time to enter the ballroom for dinner. We sit at a big table for dinner listening to boring conversations,making the necessary introductions, polite remarks. We are only here to show our face and make a good, though brief, impression as so many of these functions designed to do. We listen politely, nod at the right places, but we have done our duty. Now it is just a waiting game.
As I look at you, you can see and feel the desire burning in my eyes. It is time for our own brand of entertainment. We have never gone beyond teasing each other before, but it is amusing all the same and intensifies our love-making later on in the night.
You lean over kiss my cheek softly whispering your hot breath into my ear. "Pull up your dress, baby." From the past experience I know you want to see the thigh highs on my legs just at the top of my thighs where they stop. I remove the napkin from my lap and expose my silk wrapped leg to you. You brush back my hair and simply say, "Beautiful." I feel myself tingling as your voice grows a bit huskier betraying your passion.
Conversation swirls around us still, but our minds have drifted away. We sip our wine with benign expressions. Now it is my turn to tempt you. I lick my lips, my dark eyes traveling downwards, lashes netting my eyes flirtatiously. Your hand slips down to my thigh and rub it softly pushing my dress even higher. You know some others sitting next to you can see, but we don't care; you want to see my most private region, now starting to ache and dampen with desire. You can see by my breathing deeper that my body is beginning to react to your touch. You know I want you - I know you have to have me - and I know you will find a way to take me away from here so we can take off the pretense. You know me so well and know my body so well, a knowing smile hidden in your wine glass as you sip. I twist in the chair against your finger now tracing my lips.
You can see me sucking on a drink straw just like I suck you, bluntly stating my need. My hands slides into your lap under your napkin, stroking softly, squeezing gently, feeling your own desire. If we don't do something now I may just moan out-loud giving it all away.
