We meet for a drink in a quiet hotel bar. I find you sitting at a table in the shadows, back corner of the place. A dim candle flickers at the center of the table. You’ve already ordered my favorite–brandy old fashioned–and are sipping your matching drink. My wrap dress struggles to stay closed, especially with me not wearing a bra at your request. My taut nipples give away my excitement to meet you. Even in the limited light, you can surely see their silhouette, not to mention the peek you’re getting of the roundness of my firm breasts.
You give me that smile. I can see the mischief in your eyes as I sit close to you and lean in to give you a kiss on the lips. You stop short of kissing me and brush your lips on mine, then trace the scent of perfume on my neck while your hand gently brushes against my hard nipple. I gasp in your ear and you graze your knuckles back and forth against my nipple.
“Such a good girl, doing what you’re told,” you whisper in my ear.