She felt his presence even before she saw him. Her body responded immediately knowing he finally arrived at the restaurant just as her phone rang. It was him. His deep southern voice resonated through her mind as her thoughts swirled. As she entered the parking lot her heart race. Her palms already slick with sweat from nerves. She knew he was already there. Even before her hand reached for the turn signal she could feel his presence. The weeks of anticipation had left her hands trembling and clumsy as she fumbles to call and let him know she’s arrived, but just as it begins rings she is started by a gentle tap on the window. It’s him. As she open the door cautiously he slowly steps in the door way before she can stand to greet him. His finger tips brushing the violet hair from her face as he gently graces her cheek. Looking into her eyes he realizes instantly that no matter how vivid his memory her beauty surpasses every vision. His finger tips swirling through her hair and massaging the back of her head only compounding her inability to think of anything but giving in. As his finger wind around the back of her head he leans in to finally taste her lipstick stained mouth. His tongue gently parting her lips as he slowly and deeply probes every inch. Asking in a soft but stern voice as he pulls away, “did you do what I asked”. Her face instantly flushing red as she nods and hikes her skirt mid thigh. Days earlier he had instructed her in a very stern, and out of character message that she was to wear a thong not satin, a skirt that comes above the knee, a top that shows some cleavage, and a light colored bra. His devious smirk widening with every bit of progress as her supple thighs parted to reveal a powder blue thong out lining the soft curves of her mound. The cool breeze hitting the chilling the few dew drops of her juices just beginning to make their presence known and giving away her arousal. Her knees shaking as he just started in awe, so deeply she can feel his eyes tracing every curve, his eyes glazing over as he is pulled further and further away from reality by her stunning curves. “How will we ever get through dinner when dessert looks so perfect?”
The words drove like a freight train through her mind. Rattling ever desire and need, dragging them to the surface. His teeth barely barely dragging his lip in anticipation as the last syllable leaves his tongue. Knowing just how badly he desires to devour her making it near impossible to keep her from wrapping her hands around his head, forcing him to his knees, and just grind against his eager mouth to finally relieve even a slight amount of this torment.
We should make our way to the table.