A Collaboration Between
Inner Heat (InnerHeat28@hotmail.com) & ppcummings (ppcummings@hotmail.com)
This story is the result of a co-written email exchange, told from both his and her perspective. We hope you have as much fun reading it as we had writing it! Ppcummings begins the story...
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This is how I imagine it if I were having dinner with you...
Yes, we all arrive at the restaurant together - you, a large group of mutual friends and myself. I have seen you in social situations before, and was smitten by your beauty, your charming personality, and your easy laugh. I have spoken with you once - I wanted so much to get to know you better - but we were interrupted. I mourned the lost opportunity. Unfortunately, our time together was too short to know if the attraction was mutual.
So when I see you sit down at the end of the table, I practically race to beat the others to the cherished seat across the table from you.
It is a hot, summer day, and it is a casual restaurant. We are all dressed accordingly. You are dressed in a short skirt with matching blouse; I am wearing shorts and a tee shirt.
During dinner, we are engaged in the group's conversation. But I want only to talk to YOU. I do notice though, the shy glances you send my way - perhaps you ARE interested?
With the meal finished, the group remains at the table, enjoying an after-dinner drink. I am talking with a friend to my right when I feel something brush against my bare leg. Was it you? I casually glance across the table in your direction, but you are talking to someone next to you. It must have been accidental. Disappointed, I resume my own conversation.
But I feel it again - this time more insistently. I look at you again - it WASN'T accidental - you are looking at me out of the corner of your eye with a sly smile on your lips.
As our eyes meet, I can feel your foot sliding up my calf, and a shiver courses through my body. Higher and higher skips your foot, until your bare toes are dancing along my knee. We ignore our dinner companions and focus our full attention on each other. The sensation of our bare skin touching is thrilling, and my cock is stiffening inside my shorts. How far are you going to take this, I wonder.
Quite far, as it turns out. Your toes are now raking up and down the inside of my thigh. You have a knowing smile on your face – yes you know the effect you are having on me!
By now my cock is fully erect and throbbing, and I am thankful for the tablecloth covering my lap. Your toes have reached the leg opening of my loose-fitting shorts. They press my shorts higher up my leg, and then dip inside the opening. Ever so gently, you touch them to my underwear, and press against my erection.
My eyelids flutter, and I shiver with lust. Your eyes are staring into mine, and you wear a knowing smile. You can see, and now feel, the effect you are having on me!
You leave your foot there, wedged into my crotch, and wiggle your toes. You are driving me crazy, but I want to do something for you! I glance around the table, and, seeing that no one is paying us the slightest attention, I casually inch my hand below the tablecloth and place it on your ankle.
But only for a moment, as I begin to slide my hand up your calf, gently caressing and stroking your smooth, soft skin. My touch is very, very soft, but firm enough to not tickle you. Ah, now it is your turn! I watch with delight as your eyes close, and your beautiful lips part.
Higher and higher up your velvety leg dance my long, nimble fingers, until my hand arrives at the hollow behind your knee. I lean forward in my seat to extend my reach, and my fingers began to crawl up your warm, inner thigh. I watch you slump lower in your seat. I am at the limit of my reach, but you desperately, futilely, try to allow me further access.
I wonder if your pussy is getting wet. I think it MUST be - I even think I can smell your arousal. But no, that can't be. I am so turned-on that I am probably incapable of separating fact from fantasy. God, I am aching to touch you, smell you, lick you...
I get an idea. Gently, I remove your leg from between mine. I can see the disappointment in your eyes, but I hope you understand what I want to do. I rise from the table, pulling my shirt over the front of my shorts, and announce quietly that I am going to the men's room. As I walk away from the table, I glance over my shoulder, and you are watching me. I am hoping that you will understand, that you will follow...
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My eyes watch as you move across the restaurant. I stand up and brush down the hem of my skirt, making it appear that it had ridden up while sitting. I follow the path that you took to the men’s room. I understood perfectly the look in your eye and your intention. The flare of passion I'd seen in your eyes as you leaned over to me was obvious. I'm certain that you felt the heat from my gaze as you walked toward the back of the restaurant..
Stepping into the dim hallway, I stop to allow my eyes to adjust. As I start to move forward, I feel someone step behind me and press himself up against my backside. I could only hope that it was you. I turn my head to the right slightly and a flood of relief courses through my heated body when I see you standing behind me. I lean back into you as your hands come around me to rest on my stomach. It is then that you realize that what I'm wearing is actually a mini-dress.
"God, I'm so hot!" you whisper in my ear.
"Mmmm, I know - see, feel this and tell me what you think." I whisper back. Taking your hand I slowly slide it down my body.
As you reach the apex of my thighs, my inner heat can be felt through my dress. I moan as your fingers curl in slightly to cup my mound. Quickly, as to cover my moan, you kiss me. The first touch of your lips is like a jolt of hot electricity. I give into the sensations that you have caused within me and turn toward you. My breasts are crushing up against your hard chest as my arms move around your shoulders. Arching my back, my hips push into yours. The evidence of our heightened sexual needs very evident in both of us.
"If we stay here, the others will come looking for us."
"I know, but I have GOT to have you."
"I feel the same way honey, but not here. Not in the hallway of this restaurant. Can we go to your house?" I ask.
"Honestly, we could, but I don't think I'll make it that long. Let's go to your hotel suite instead.”
“Alright. Give me 5 minutes and then follow. It's easier for me to go first because I can "hide" my arousal. You on the other hand..." I say, looking down at the bulge in your shorts.