I am writing this as a task for my Domme.
I arrived at dinner before you and spent a few minutes chatting with the people who were already seated around the restaurant table. They were mostly your friends, I didn't know them very well, but I still enjoyed catching up and joking. Then you showed up and, as always, stole every ounce of my attention. My eyes locked onto you from the moment you walked in the door. You looked gorgeous as ever in a black dress that fell just above your knees. When your eyes finally caught mine, you smiled and I nearly forgot that breathing was something I had to do. I stood when you got to the table and you gave me a quick kiss before greeting everyone else. I loved all of your kisses, but this one left me wholly unsatisfied. I needed so much more, but I would have to wait.
Dinner was fun, but my mind was elsewhere the entire time. I watched the way your hands moved when you talked, wishing they were all over me. I watched the way your lips sipped slowly at your drink, wishing they were pressed against my own, my neck, my collarbones, my stomach, my hips, my thighs, everywhere. I let myself get lost in my thoughts while looking at you and thinking of all the other things I would rather we be doing. I must have let it show in my face because when you turned to look at me, you raised your eyebrows with a smile.
Leaning close into my ear you told me, "That look is going to get you fucked if you're not careful."
I bit my lip as I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. That wasn't much of an incentive to stop making that face. If anything, it was an incentive to continue. You knew that too, so I decided to test my limits. As you were distracted talking to someone else, I traced my fingers up your thigh and under the hem of your dress. I expected you to grab my hand quickly to place it back in my own lap, but to my surprise you uncrossed your legs and turned toward me so slightly that only I noticed. I took that as an invitation to continue up your inner thigh until I felt the lace of your panties on the back of my hand. I smiled to find you just as wet as I was. You moved your hips against my fingers, though to everyone else it probably looked like you were adjusting in your seat. I was in complete awe of how composed and unfazed your remained above the table, never looking at me or breaking your conversation for a second. As I ran my thumb up the outside of your underwear, you shifted forward in your seat and spread your legs more so that your clit was in firm contact with my finger brushing across it. At the moment, you decided you had enough. You grabbed my hand from between your legs, crossed them back and placed my hand on your knee with yours on top to hold it there. You finished the conversation you were having before turning back for another sip of your drink. Then you leaned into my ear again.
"Go to the bathroom and take off your panties. I want them in my bag before we leave."
You let go of my hand, then turned to join another conversation. I let my hand rest on your knee for a moment longer while I processed what you just told me before excusing myself from the table. As quickly as I could, I went to the bathroom, removed my underwear, and put them in my pocket. When I returned to the table, I found your purse hanging on the back of your chair on the opposite side from where I was sitting. As discretely as I could, I removed my panties from my pocket, reached behind your chair, and put them in your bag. Though I don't think any of your friends noticed, I caught a stranger sitting at a nearby table giving me a very confused look. I covered my smirk with a sip of my drink, half embarrassed and half amused by their confusion. You put an arm around my shoulder, pulling my closer to you.
