You were still a little wobbly from our adventure in the car, so I put my arm around you as we walked into the Stock Exchange Building. I'm fairly certain the guards noticed your "well-fucked" look as we walked to the elevator, but the most they did was make little smirks. If they only knew what I had planned for you. . . .
Entering the elevator, I pressed the button for the 40th floor. Turning to you, I surveyed the damage of what I'd wrought. Your hair was slightly mussed, eyes still dazed, but coming into focus. Your skin had a glow, but you were flushed, as if you had been running – or fucking just before coming in to the building. The dress looked fine. I just kept running my hand up and down your back, telling you how fabulous you were, how you were a grand lover, and how we were going to have a wonderful evening. You concentrated on bringing yourself back into focus and simply nodded. As we neared the 40th floor, I gently cupped your ass, turned you to me and kissed you once gently on the lips. You looked me in the eye and said, "I love you." I could tell it wasn't just sex. You meant it.
"I know."
The elevator door opened to The Everest Restaurant. It is a beautiful French Cuisine restaurant with fantastic views of Chicago. The dining area is a wall of windows, showing a breathtaking view of the city as the sun is setting on it. That cleared the last of the cobwebs as we stepped out. You grabbed my hand, and our fingers intertwined as I approached the Maitre ‛d to tell him that we had finally arrived. He nodded curtly and immediately led us to a window table with its profile to that gorgeous sunset.
As beautiful as that sunset was, heads turned to watch as you walked by. Men and women reacted to you and your look, knowing that you were sex walking by. Bathed in that red-golden light, your dress turned gold and your already red hair turned to fire. You could have been a mythical goddess walking beside me; I was so proud to be your escort this evening. I knew that so many of the people in the restaurant were envious of me tonight and wishing that they could be with you.
After being seated, you left all of the ordering to me. I ordered a bottle of wine, a light appetizer, and our entrees without looking at the menu. I had researched all of this in the weeks of planning this event. As I had said before – everything was to be perfect for this seduction. As we waited for our meal to arrive, we watched the sun set over the skyline of Chicago and allowed our conversation to move away from our weekend together to the rest of our lives. We talked about who we were in the rest of our lives away from "midwestde" and "xbatgirl13." We talked about all of the boring things that never make it into all of the sexy erotic stories, but are a part of getting to know someone else, and make it exciting to actually connect with that person. To perhaps even make love with that person rather than simply have sex with that person – or simply fuck that person.
After the wine had arrived, you were still very nervous and had nearly gulped down the first glassful. The second went a bit more slowly, but not a lot more slowly. By the time we were done with our appetizer, you had slowed on the wine and were obviously a bit more comfortable with me after the conversation and the alcohol. By the time our dinner had arrived, we were chatting like old friends, touching hands when making points in our conversation and even laughing occasionally without a note of hysteria or looking to see who was watching you. About halfway through the entree, I decided that it was time to have some fun again.
"Sweetness," I was staring into your eyes and had put down my utensils.
"Yes Mistress?"
"You are distracting me. I cannot finish my dinner. I need you to do something for me."
"Yes Mistress?" Your eyes darted around to see if anyone could overhear our conversation. But at the same time, I could tell you were excited – you had the slightest wrinkle of a smile – the left side of your mouth started to turn upward. You
wanted
to play the game. Naughty little minx!
"Well, my pet. You are so beautiful, but your clothes put us at such a distance. I need you to remove some of them for me. I would like you to go to the bathroom and remove all of them except for the lace dress. If you would like, you may take my purse to the restroom and place your undergarments in there."
Your eyes were perfect saucers of surprise, they were so wide! I had to exert every ounce of control not to laugh and to maintain my part so that I could hold the spell I was attempting to weave. I reached out my hand and stroked yours. "Pet, the sun is almost gone from the sky. The restaurant is candle-lit. People are going to have to look very hard to see anything through that dress. Trust me."
Still looking a bit dazed, and most definitely alarmed, you picked up your half-full wine glass and drained it. Immediately, with no more prompting, you stood up, did an about-face and walked toward the Maitre ‛d. I realized that you did this without my purse, so I wondered how you planned to get your unmentionables back to the table without attracting attention, but I figured you would be inventive.
Having a few moments for reflection, I did exactly that. I was amazed at the intoxicating feeling of power that was washing over me. In my normal, "vanilla" life, I was simply a college instructor. I led a fairly boring life and had rather vanilla sex with my lover. She would occasionally complain that I didn't have enough sex with her because my job kept me too busy. Just like every "married couple," right? And I'm a feminist! I don't believe in this domination nonsense! I believe that the sexes should be equal! I think that all people should be treated as equals and should be treated with respect! SO WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I DOING ORDERING THIS WOMAN AROUND? And why was I enjoying it so much? My God! When she just stared at me after I asked her to remove everything but the lace, I was on such a high that I nearly came without touching myself! In fact, I was fairly certain that when I got up to leave the restaurant, I was going to leave a wet spot on their chair!
I was just reaching down to feel my sopping pussy when I spied my delicious lover returning. I was amazed at how quickly you were making your reappearance. Due to the darkened lighting, it was hard to tell if it was the shadows of the candles or you, but
I
could tell. It was
