I’m enjoying a very fine dinner with a good male friend at a well known Japanese fusion restaurant in the city when I notice you get ushered in by another man. You don’t see me just yet due to the position of my table and how I’m facing so I take the very opportune moment to drink in how fine you’re looking.
Your hair is piled up showing off your face which is made up but not excessively. Gorgeous smoky eye liner really highlights your eyes which are shining. You’re definitely in a great mood and look like you’re out to enjoy yourself tonight.
Calf length black sheath dress showing some cleavage and a thigh high slit on one side. My eyes run down your toned tanned thigh to your bare calves and your black strappy high heels. Very sexy sandals, they complete your outfit with your feet looking as well groomed as everything else.
You are ushered past me and I inhale your alluring fragrance. My god, it is an amazing combination of spice, sandal wood and some mysterious otherworldly element. It further activates the deep primal desire within me to hold you in my arms once more and lose myself in your sensual mouth.
It’s only when you are being seated that you glance around the room and catch my eye. I can recognise that wee spark of past erotic moments together across a crowded sports stadium, let alone a beautiful, subtly lit restaurant.
There’s even a slight smile I feel is aimed at me as you settle into your chair, facing me over the shoulder of your date.
I have to restrain myself from again devouring the sight of you on display and in such classic feminine form.
The skin between your breasts in particular grabs my attention. Tanned with a few sun spots, I have always loved the cleft and the tempting, sensitive and oh so suckable nipples on either side.
The evening progresses. The food is divine. I must admit I’m revelling in the gustatory waves.
I push my chair back to visit the bathroom, glance over to you and notice you’re watching me with a slinky smirk. I return the very intimate gesture and add a sly wink for good measure.
Before changing direction to enter the bathrooms, I look back. We catch each other’s eyes. The spark of pure erotic electricity is like the best line of coke you’ve ever had.
I see you speaking to your date and starting to rise from your chair.
We meet in the luxuriously appointed disabled bathroom. I open the door to your gentle knock and we fall into each other’s arms. The sexual tension meter of through the roof and we both know this. I hold you close and gaze briefly at your lips before closing mine in on them. Yours pout and then open as though they’re replicating your ripe, full labia when my face is upon them, ready to taste and tease, to lap and tickle with the tip of my tongue.
My tongue dives gently into your mouth, my lips tingling with the sensation of encountering yours, my breath is mingling with yours. I inhale your life force and we feel ourselves moving to an alternate dimension as our deep kissing takes us over.
My hands roam down your sleekly clad torso and cup your arse. I can feel your skin like there’s nothing there and indeed when I slide a hand up under the dress slit there are no panties preventing me from intruding further. You pull away from my mouth, a gasp and then some panting as my hand journeys around your thigh and brushes your mound, the landing strip of hair a further enticement for me to continue. Your legs part a little. My fingers slide up and over your Venus mont and down the now moistening cleft. My left hand reaches up behind your skull and wraps its fingers so they’re deeply entwined in your hair and then pulls your mouth hard back onto mine.
My middle finger is now sliding in between your labia, getting some of your wetness over it so it can then start circling and teasing your swelling clit.
Your breathing is getting shallower and faster. Your sex scent is filling the bathroom. There isn’t much time left….
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Very good. Definitely continue