I am sitting quietly by your side and the waiter has just left our table. I am wearing a low-cut dress you said I would enjoy wearing. You called earlier today and told me I would like to have dinner with you, and where I would like to have it, and I nodded and smiled and hung up. The Signature Room? I've never been there, but suddenly I have a tremendous desire to go there. We can look at the lights of the city, how peaceful and relaxing. I trust you completely. And now, here I am, exactly as you said I would be, sharing a lovely meal with you. Your hand, which went under the table when I first sat down, did not touch my knee; instead, it dipped under the white table cloth and you pushed aside my dress and pressed gently against my clitoris. I smiled at you and took a sip of wine as you smiled back.
I am enjoying being your client, enjoying seeing you again as you told me I would when you called. We met a few months ago, when I came to you for one session of hypnosis. I do not remember much about our time together; only that I entered your office late one night feeling depressed and lonely, and left the next morning, feeling exhausted but tranquil. I remember my skin felt soft and smooth, as if I had showered, but I can't be sure because I have no other memory.
And here I am, sitting with you now, craving your touch, wishing you could lift my breast right out of my silk brassiere and suck it gently right at the table. My pussy is hot, and my legs are spread for you. You are pushing your hand against me, pulsing on my pussy, and reading the menu casually at the same time. You tell me this is what I want and I nod in agreement. You press your finger into me more forcefully and gently lift at the top of my clitoris, touching me, playing with me. I want to be your little toy; in this moment, I live for that.
My mind wanders. I wonder if I might be able to suck you later in the evening, for a long, long time; I think about gently licking and sucking on your balls. The waiter is back with our appetizers. He notices my nipples through my blouse, hard and ready to be touched and sucked, and I see his eyes widen. I smile, and he smiles back sweetly. I'm in such a good mood, being with you. He leaves and you whisper in my ear what I'd like to do to you, and I agree and smile. Can I remember all that? I feel drowsy all of a sudden, but I am determined to remember everything. I so want to please you. Yes, I want to run my tongue over your balls, I do want to suck them, gently, as you told me, yes, I do want this. I want to rub myself all over you, exploring between your legs, sucking you everywhere, licking you everywhere, fondling your bottom and your balls while you sigh. Yes, these are all things I want, you are right. And I will slowly lie on one side and suckle your dick as you lick my pussy and pull me towards you, your hands on my bottom. Yes, I want to love doing that with you. Then I will slave over your penis a little more, get it all wet with my mouth, take it all into my mouth, and then turn around so that you can suckle my tits, caress them and lick them and suck on my nipples, so ready for you. I love this. You will then enter me and fuck me very hard, while I feed my tits to you, yes, I will love this.
All the while we are sitting in the restaurant, your finger continuing to pulse on my pussy, up and down, up and down. My panties are wet and I am trembling, wondering what else I can do to please you. You tell me I would like to start right now, and I rise from the table and walk out to the hallway. There is a ballroom with a view of the city, you say, and I would like to place my hands on the window while you push up my dress and enter me from behind, up, up, until I feel the pleasure I have been waiting for. Yes, I feel so wet, just thinking about this, and I walk down the hall and find the ballroom and push open the door. I let myself inside. It is dark, no private party tonight except us.