The restaurant door opens and you see me tumble through. Clumsy as always but at least I manage not to fall. I spot you from the door as the waiter takes my coat. The dress you had chosen the day before looked as you expected on me. Just enough cleavage to catch the eye, without being too obvious. I smile broadly as I walk towards you. I lean in to you as I kiss you the faint smell of roses present as always. Before I sit in the chair you’re holding for me I do a quick twirl “is it ok?” As the skirt swings around my legs you notice the lace of my stocking tops. I sit quickly and cross my legs making sure my skirt lies just on the edge of my stockings on your side so you can see and no-one else can. As your talking I place my hand on your arm, my fingers tracing gently over your skin on your wrist working slowly down over your hand. I wrap my tiny fingers in between yours squeezing tightly I move our hands off the table. As I uncross my legs I place your hand just above the lace top on the inside of my thigh. I place my legs firmly side by side trapping your hand between them.
You can feel the heat already from me as I lean into you to whisper “I’m not wearing anything above that” I feel your fingers squeezing my skin so I tighten my thighs forcing your fingers to relax.
I turn to look at you an evil smile crosses my lips as my teeth nip at my lower lip.
The waiter come to our table with the menus as your right hand is trapped between my legs you take it with your left hand. I keep you between my legs as he asks what we would like to drink. You know the answer to this so order for us both.
As he leaves I relax my thighs a little so you can release yourself. As you browse the menu I cross my legs so my foot is hooked around the back of your leg. I slowly turn my foot one way then the other against your calf. You look at me with your serious face but I just return a smile. The waiter returns for our order. As you tell him what we want I place my hand on your leg. My nails scratching over your trousers just enough that you can feel the sensation on your leg. As the waiter does his job my nails are covering the area of your inner thigh getting higher and higher. Just before I reach my goal you press your hand firmly on top of mine. The movement make the waiter look up from his notebook. I smile sweetly with my hand trapped just an inch from where it longs to be.
As the waiter starts to leave I excuse myself from the table. After a short time your phone vibrates in your pocket. You see the message is from me. It reads.
I want you so bad. I ache for you. I feel so empty I need to feel full of you.
As you look up from the phone I sit next to you. I hand you my lace handkerchief it’s warm and damp. You know as you bring it closer to you it smells of me and you know where it has been.
Throughout dinner I shuffle and rock gently on my chair. When I look at you my smile is coy but the fact I bite my lip is the proof you know what is happening in my mind. I toy with my food. Occasionally picking up something and sliding it slowly into my mouth. Running my finger across my tongue and bottom lip.
I refuse dessert or drinks. But torment you throughout yours.
As you help me into my coat I bend forward slightly with you behind me so my hips press back onto you as you wrap my coat around me I wriggle up against you. I step forward and allow you to open the door. I walk out into the dark and chilly night air. I take a few steps forward and feel your hand grip my arm just above my elbow. I have to quicken my pace to keep up with you. I am pulled into the alley at the side of the restaurant. It’s dark but I can hear the sounds of the diners chatting and laughing. You swing me round and use your weight to push me back onto the wall. I can feel the cold and hardness of it through my coat and dress. With a quick movement my hands are pinned above my head and you kiss me hard and desperately. I arch my back and push myself forward into you. I feel your spare hand at the hem of my dress. Your foot between mine pushes my foot so my legs spread. You push your knee against my thigh so I can’t close them and your hand cups me. You feel how hot and wet I am as you force one finger into me. The movement is swift and it takes my breath away causing a moan. My hands drop as you move your hand from my wrists to my mouth. You hand covers most of my face as you push up I have to stand on my toes. My hands grip onto your shoulders to steady myself. Getting a second finger into me is as always difficult but tonight you don’t care about gentle you feel me moan hard against your hand as you ram two fingers into me over and over again. I’m wet and clinging to you. You can see in my eyes the desperation for you. You feel me tightening around your fingers and my eyes start to flutter. You know I’m close to orgasm. With one final thrust you fill me and press yourself tight against my body and whisper in my ear “That’s enough now baby. Let’s leave you that close until I get you home”