It started as these things always start between us. A flirty text, a wink, an offer for me to buy you dinner. Within a few hours, I had snagged us a reservation at one of the nicest places in town. The kind of place where you usually need to know someone to get in. The kind of place a man takes a woman to make an impression on her. You and I both knew exactly what I was doing.
“Knock knock knock”.
I was standing outside your house. I’d just texted you to let you know I had arrived, but something motivated me to get up and meet you at the door. You opened it and practically jumped into my arms. “Hey babe” you said, your voice cooing like always. Pulling away, I finally had a chance to see you. You were in the most radiant, tight black dress. It accentuated every single curve perfectly. I gave you a kiss back. “Come on, let’s go,” I said turning to walk back towards my car.
“Wait.” You grabbed my hand. “I have a surprise for you”
You walked ahead of me, down your front steps, towards my car, slowly sliding the back of your dress up inch by inch until I knew exactly what surprise you had in store for me. There, I saw your bare ass, perfect as always, the giant red handprints from the night before still clearly visible. You giggled to yourself as I felt my cock stirring in my pants already. You could read me like a book. You hadn’t even looked back at me and you already knew exactly what was running through my head.
As soon as we sat down in my car, I reached my hand across the console and headed straight for between your legs. “Naughty girl” I said, sliding your dress up towards your waist. “No panties?” I said teasingly as my fingers started to do the same to your clit. “You know how much I love seeing you in that lacy set I bought you last weekend”. Truthfully I couldn’t have been happier. I loved when you were in a slutty mood.
Dinner was delicious. Each course was better than the rest. We were sitting in a small corner booth, cuddled up next to each other on the furthest end. We had just finished a round of drinks when the waiter came by asking us if we wanted to see the dessert menu.
“I’d love to”, I said politely back “I’m in the mood for some dessert”.
At that moment, you felt your heart almost jump out of your chest. There, under the table, in the corner of the fanciest restaurant in town, I had just slowly reached between your legs and started rubbing your clit.
You struggled to hold back the moans as the waiter gave us some pleasantries. “Good girl” I whispered into your ear “Daddy needs to show you what happens when you don’t wear panties on our dates”.
You looked back at me, your blue eyes so innocent and yet hungry for more. I could already tell I was coaxing you on. I felt your lips get wetter and wetter against my fingers, a devilish look in my eyes as I sped up and slowed down, matching the tempo of the background music the restaurant had been playing.
“You’re going to be a good girl for daddy and cum right here”, I whispered, speeding up the motions of my fingers. You let out a few quiet moans as your bit your lip. Out of the corner of both of our eyes we saw the waiter coming back, handing us a half opened menu. You grabbed it to avoid revealing that I had my hand slowly sliding down your slit and starting to explore the inner edges of your pussy.
“Order whatever you want”, I said as I slid my fingers inside you. Your look was priceless. You quickly ordered some ice cream dish and shooed the waiter away. “Daddyyy” you whispered in my ear. “This is so fucking dirty and I’m so wet. Don’t stop.” I took the encouragement to speed up, silently thankful we had been seated in a far away corner of the restaurant where few people were. If anyone had focused on the sounds in the restaurant, I would swear they could hear the sounds of me sliding in and out of your soaking wet pussy, my fingers already drenched in your cum.
The ice cream arrived just as I felt your legs quickly squeeze together, trapping my fingers against a spot I knew felt perfect. I took my other hand and playfully took a scoop of ice cream and put it into your mouth. “Be a good girl and that’s not the only thing I’ll put in your mouth tonight” I whispered as you gasped against the spoon.
You looked at me and your eyes did their patented roll into the back of your head. I knew what was happening immediately and instinctively began speeding up, taking little bits of your cum and rubbing it into your clit faster and faster. All you could do to keep your attention off what was happening under the table was continue to slide little spoonfuls of ice cream into your mouth. Hoping that would somehow hide the moans that were becoming all too powerful to hold back.
After another moment or two I felt it. You grabbed my hand tight. “Fuck daddy. I’m gonna cum”, you grunted under your breath. I felt the release moments later. Wave after wave of pleasure running through your body as I felt my fingers soaking in your cum. You held my hand there, pressed into your pussy as far as it could go.
After a moment you let go, as if to say that you had finished. You slid backwards into the plush seat as I slid my fingers out of you and out from under the table. I looked at you, winked, and brought them straight up to my lips, sucking each one clean just as the waiter was approaching our table again.
“How was dessert”, he asked.
I looked at him, and then right at you, straight into those perfect blue eyes. I knew that was just the start. I knew in a matter of hours you’d be pressed into my bed with me sliding my cock deep into the pussy I’d been warming up all night. I knew it was going to be a long night of the most carnal sex imaginable. The kind we’d talk about for weeks afterwards. The kind so good you’d swear another man would never make you feel like that.
I looked back at the waiter. “Dessert was delicious.”
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Can’t wait to read the next part 💕