I move my fingers up your leg, just an inch but enough to feel the soft flesh of your thigh. I see your lips part slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I see the waiter walking our way – my fingers move up your thighs ever so little while you say that we are OK at the moment “Are you wearing anything under that dress?” I ask as he walks away.
“Did I tell you that you look ravishing? I want to feel my hands all over you. Your legs. You’re breasts. You’re nipples. I want to nibble on your ear. Your Neck. Run my hands further up your thighs …” I inch my fingers just a little further up your thigh, pressing against your flesh. In our current seated position’s I can’t move them any further while being discrete about it.
“So, what are you wearing?” I ask again.
“Panties” you breath
“Show me” I brush one of the napkins on the table onto the floor and reach down to pick it up, While I bend down you spread your knees a little. Unfortunately it’s too dark for me to get a good look at what you’re wearing, but I can see outline of your panties against your thighs.
I pickup the napkin and place it back onto the table and take a savoring taste of the very nice Malbec in my glass.
setting it down I lean forward slightly “Id like to run my fingers over those … running my fingers between your lips … lingering on your clit”. I place my hand back on your thigh. “Do you prefer a fingers running up and down your lips or a tongue?” You hesitate on answering before you do I ask “are you beginning to feel moist?”
“…yes”
“you should go take those off and show me”
I watch as you grab your handbag and walk to the restroom. Watching your legs and your ass move underneath your skirt. My mind starts thinking more about what I want to do with you. To you. For you.
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