The candlelight and dim lighting add a romantic atmosphere to the restaurant. The wine flows easily, and I am sitting next to one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met. She’s an excellent conversationalist, and soon we’re talking about everything from politics, religion to eventually sex. Aside from minimal interruption from our waiter I am almost hypnotized by her intelligence and beauty though I am polite enough not to stare. Even after an hour of conversation, I know that I want to take her home, to my bed, where I can do anything I wanted… but, I have yet to figure out how to guide the situation in that direction.
It is a bad position for a guy to be in because a woman tends to make up her mind within a few minutes of meeting you and with the conversation to back up your physical qualities. It is never as simple as just showing up and that path isn’t already paved into the evening. It requires effort, a connection, charm, and perhaps a sense of humor.
Soon after our conversation turns to sex and she asks me about my hottest sexual experience. While I’m telling this story, I notice that she looks warm but still relaxed. At first, I think maybe it is the wine or the room, but quickly I deduce that she was simply enjoying listening to my story.
“Are you ok,” I ask. “Is this too much,” as I notice her obvious discomfort.”No, I’m fine,” She says and then, “Please, continue.”
We are sitting side by side and all the while I notice how hot she looks in the black dress she had chosen for the evening. She fit into this dress perfectly. Being the gentleman, I avoid eye contact with her breasts where cleavage was the ultimate test. Her long brown hair flows over her shoulders and adds to the mystique of what might be hidden underneath. Her interest is obvious, and you would think that there isn’t anyone else in the room but us. I finally get a moment to bring the story to a close because no one has brushed past our table in several minutes and we’re sitting towards the back of the restaurant in a fairly secluded booth. The time is getting late, but time almost feels as though it’s stood still. Her eyes were looking directly into mine. It was if she could read my soul. More importantly, she read the fact that the erotic story I was telling her was a true story and not something I made up on a whim.
I continue to hypnotize her with words and getting to the hotter parts, she takes my right hand and places it first on her thigh on the outside of her dress. As I head more towards the climax of the story and while maintaining a very composed facial expression she places my hand up and under her dress where I learned three things.
To say she was turned on was an understatement. She was soaking wet, she shaves completely bare or waxes, and she had no panties on.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c1ueew/just_dinner_fm_nsfw