I told we were going on a special date tonight, and asked you to wear your finest. You decided on the new red minidress, black stiletto heels, patterned thigh highs and a garter belt. Underneath you donned a tiny black thong and matching silk bra.
You'd turn a blind man's head tonight. Legs for days, ass that won't quit, curves like a cartoon, your body clearly made to wear this outfit, you own it when you walk. We meet at the lounge, candlelit, dark. The minute I arrive, you do a quick twirl to show off, then lead me to the back booth. Cozy, secluded, just enough room for us to sit dangerously close. Wine for you, scotch for me. Your legs draped next to mine, practically on my lap you sit, our heads locked close, no need to do more than whisper our hushed desires in each other's ears.