You and I decide to really celebrate Valentine's Day. We make dinner reservations, book a limo, and do a little research. Once everything is in place, all I have to do is figure out what to wear. Oh, and book my sugaring appointment for three days before our date!
On Valentine's (well, the Sat before), the limo picks us up at my place in the west end. We're heading downtown for dinner, to Social on Sussex. I'm wearing my Betty Boop shoes, black sheer stockings and a lace garter belt, black g-string with the sequins, black lace bra, black camisole, black lace blouse, the black skirt that has the lace falling below the hem.
I've slipped out of my purple coat for the ride. You're wearing a charcoal grey dress shirt with thin blue pinstripes, black dress pants, and black shoes (and I know your white socks are under there!). The limo takes the scenic route along the Ottawa River Parkway while we enjoy the view, kissing and holding hands, sipping on a couple of drinks.
We get to the restaurant and you take a min to talk to the driver, confirming pick up times, and we head in to the restaurant. We each have another cocktail, and have a very leisurely dinner. In order to ensure the perfect level of malleability, I have a half litre of white wine. By the time we see the limo pull up, I am already getting turned on. I can feel my nipples perking up and pressing against the lace of my bra, and there is a lot of heat in my groin area. We get our coats and I decide I should make a trip to the ladies room.
The weather is really mild, slightly below zero, and the snow is just beautiful. Lots of people are downtown, enjoying the second weekend of Winterlude. We head out to the limo, and I slip inside first, while you talk to the driver (who is thankfully a youngish guy, maybe mid-thirties), slipping him some extra cash to ensure he is good for the ride home. You slide onto the seat, the door shuts, and we both say hello to our guest, who is waiting.
As you pour drinks for the three of us, I slip out of my coat. I get the double take from you when you realize that I removed the camisole when I went to the ladies' room, and now my black lace bra is clearly visible beneath the lace blouse, along with a lot of skin. I'm sitting in the back corner, opposite the door, where the seat makes an L with the side seat. You are on the same bench as I am, close enough to hold my hand, but not right against me. And she is sitting close to me, on the side bench.
We found her on Craigslist when we starting talking about fulfilling a few fantasies, and we met her for coffee. She is totally comfortable with the situation, and we all agreed on a few ground rules. She's in her mid-twenties, a grad student at Ottawa U, and she's quite attractive with smallish breasts, blonde shoulder length hair, about 5'5", average build.
She's dressed for the part this evening, short skirt with fishnet stayups, heels, and a sheer blouse that clearly reveals a push up demi bra. As the limo merges into traffic on Sussex, heading east, past the PM's residence and Rideau Hall, we are making a little small talk and sipping our drinks. Then she puts her drink down, takes mine, leans forward and kisses me.
I kiss her back, her tongue sliding against mine, so different from kissing a man, not bad, not better just . . . different. After we kiss for a few minutes, I glance over at you. You have a little half smile on your lips, your drink in your hands, and I can tell you're already aroused. You're definitely enjoying the show. At this point, I don't even think about looking at the driver, I just want to really turn you on.
As she slips her blouse off, I unbutton mine and remove it while she unhooks her bra and drops it on the seat. She's kneeling on the seat as she kisses me again, her fingers trailing down my shoulders and across my breasts, over my completely erect nipples. She gently pushes the left strap of my bra off my shoulder, and pulls the lace down to expose my nipple. We kiss for a minute more, her fingers stroking my nipple, then she bends her head and takes it into her mouth.
I'm not sure if it's the sensations of her tongue circling my swollen flesh, the thought that I am making out with a woman, or seeing how much it is turning you on to watch, but I can feel my pussy getting wet, and my clit starting to pulse with arousal. Making sure that you have a clear view, I reach over to caress her breasts, fingering her nipples, pinching one with my left hand.
I can see the bulge in your pants as you shift slightly in your seat, trying to get comfortable. I don't help matters much when I wriggle around a bit, manoeuvering my skirt up to my upper thighs, so you can see the garters holding up the stockings, and a couple of inches of bare skin.
She and I are kissing again, her hand cupping my breast, then trailing down my stomach, sliding over the smooth fabric of my skirt. I part my legs a bit more, my breathing quickens. I am nervous, but so aroused, there's no way I want to stop. I reach down with both hands and hike my skirt to my hips, so that my long legs are completely exposed, and to your surprise, so is my pussy. You were expecting the little g-string to be covering me, but I look at you and whisper "look in your jacket pocket" and you do, pulling it out, discovering that the fabric is damp - I was already getting hot in the restaurant.
I love seeing you try to adjust your cock, I feel kinda bad, knowing you're uncomfortable, but I'll take care of that later. She is running her hands over my thighs and I reach down with my left hand, gently parting the smooth lips of my pussy to expose my glistening wetness. I lightly rub my clit for a minute - it's so swollen, almost totally hard, and I am so wet, my finger slips easily inside. I bring it up to my mouth, slowly sucking it, then back down again, slipping two fingers inside this time, then reaching over to give you a taste.
She is now on her knees in front of me, kissing my inner thighs. I can feel her warm breath before her lips touch my skin, so slowly and sensually. Her hands are travelling up, ahead of her mouth, and her left hand reaches up to tease my nipple again. And then I feel her finger ever so lightly stroking the length of my pussy, separating my lips and stopping to rub my clit. I slide down a bit on the seat, my pussy thrusting up towards her mouth. Just before I lean my head back and close my eyes, I see the limo driver's eyes in the mirror - he is definitely watching.
Knowing that you and the driver are both watching, and you are completely hard (maybe the driver? who knows) I feel another rush of heat in my groin, and I'm sure I just got wetter. She has been slowly stroking my clit with one finger, and now I feel her breath as her tongue replaces the finger, licking my clit, lightly at first, then with firmer, flicking strokes. I can't help it, a little half-sigh, half-moan escapes from my mouth and I hear you shift again.
Now she's sucking my clit, and her finger is inside my pussy, slowly sliding in and out, pressing against my g-spot. She takes her mouth off my clit for a minute and says "you're so tight" and I respond by squeezing her finger with my pussy. She laughs, and goes back to sucking my clit, licking my pussy, sliding first one, and then two fingers in and out. I know you can tell that I'm about to cum, my breathing has changed, getting a little raspy, and my hips are rocking.
