She got invited to dinner and she dressed for the occasion in a nice, knee-length blue denim skirt and a white peasant blouse. Her cork sandals complimented her delicate feet, her toes painted red decorated with a few silver toe rings. Nervously, she reached up and touched a few of the curls falling from a deliberately messy ponytail, moving them to the side, a needless move since they were supposed to look messy. She shook her head, wondering why she was so nervous. She had been out with this guy about six times already. They knew each other well, they’d been friends for a long time and when he’d asked her out on a date, it had felt very natural and not weird at all.
But now, it felt weird… well, what felt really weird was the sexual tension that had never been there before. Take two nights ago for example. They’d been out with their regular group of friends, people she knew through work that he’d known since college. After watching the basketball game and downing quite a few drinks, the conversation had, as it usually did, turned to sex. And he had decided now would be the perfect time to let everyone, including her, in on his plans for his next date with this great girl he had been seeing. She had laughed off his outrageously detailed sexual plans, fully aware of the fact that no one knew about their dates, but deep down inside, she had been shaken to her core with excitement. Some of the things he’d said, the way he’d described what he would do… made her toes curl from excitement.
And to add insult to injury, he’d called her the previous night and had caressed her entire being, physical, spiritual and otherwise, with his words and his innuendoes until she thought she would literally explode. And by the time she’d been nothing more than a quivering, panting and most definitely wanting mess, he’d wished her a very good night, leaving her high and anything but dry. In that moment, she’d hated him with every fiber of her being.
But now, after fifteen hours and twenty-eight minutes of wanting him more than anything in her life, she was ready for him to make good on all of the promises he’d made her in front of all of their friends on Friday night… she had a strong desire for him to make Sunday her favorite day again… she yearned for him to make her toes curl until her toenails dug into the soles of her feet, no matter not well trimmed her toenails were.
She fanned herself for a moment… she couldn’t see him with sweat beading on her forehead and upper lip, tongue licking her trembling lips. She had to be calm, cool and incredibly collected when she opened the door to him and his sensual promises.
The doorbell rang and she took the time to gently blot her face before opening her door to him. He was looking very good in his black suit and dark burgundy shirt, his dark hair curling on the jacket collar.
“Oh,” she said, reaching up to touch her bare collar bone, “am I underdressed for the occasion?”
“Most definitely not. You are, as always, just perfectly dressed.”
“Good… I do aim to please.”
“And to be pleased?” “I leave that portion of the evening up to you.”
He chuckled into the shell of her ear in response before licking it. Reveling in her responsive shiver, he led her to his car and opened the door for her. As he walked around the car, he never took his eyes off her and slid in by her side, starting the car and driving down the street before laying a proprietary hand on the knee her short skirt had left bare by riding up her thighs.
“You know,” he whispered in his bedroom-perfect voice, “there is nothing sexier than a woman willing to go the extra mile to actually please herself.”
“Don’t you mean watching a woman go the extra mile to please herself?”
“Far be it from me to say that watching a woman masturbate…” he paused then, letting that word hang in the air between them, “… isn’t very sexy… however, the mere thought of a woman touching herself, of those delicately slim fingers probing that rose in just the perfect way, of the look on her face when she surprises herself at the pleasure she can give her own self… and the knowledge that she’s doing it for no one but herself… now that redefines sexy…”
“And if… just if, I were to start doing it to myself right now?” she asked, slowly inching up the hem of her skirt.
“I’d drive both of us off the road…”
“Well, I did get into this for the new experiences…”
“Never mind… anyhow you and I aren’t getting off the beaten path before much later tonight.”
“Oh really… and what does that mean for me?”
“That those cute little sandals of yours will have to remain in my car…”
“Mmmmmmmmm… that might be a good thing…”
“Oh… it is…”
At the look in his eyes and from the way he squeezed her knee, she couldn’t help an excited giggle…
