“I have a surprise for you,” he said as he scooped me into his arms, lifting me off my feet. I was wearing a sexy little gold slip dress with the tiniest of undergarments… just a sheer, gold bra and matching panties which tied at the sides. I stepped into a pair of strappy gold stilettos, looking up at him with a smile as I fastened the buckles and said, “I can’t wait to be with you. I’ve missed you.”
He brought me to a fine restaurant, and the maitre d’ whisked us to a private booth. Curtains hung from the ceiling around our table. We were seated, and a bottle of champagne was corked and poured. We toasted each other and sipped the delicious wine. “I hope you’re hungry, Toby,” he said as he leaned in to kiss me. I told him I was starved, and I meant it in more ways than one. I wanted him to pull the curtains closed and do naughty things to me.
“I took the liberty of ordering for us. We’ll be dining on aphrodisiacs tonight.” He slid his hand between my legs and traced little circles on my inner thigh, making my nipples hard.
After five courses of delicious, sexy food, our server poured us the last of the bottle and before he stepped away, he drew the curtains around our booth closed.
My date turned to me and kissed me again, but this kiss was intense and carnal. I loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants.
I slipped my dress off my shoulders and he unhooked my bra, “I never get tired of looking at your breasts, Toby,” he murmured as his tongue flicked over my nipples. I wiggled out of my dress, feeling taboo for being almost naked in the elegant restaurant. He lifted me up onto the table and untied the bow on the left side of my panties, and I untied the right. I pulled his pants down, freeing his magnificent, glorious, hard cock.
“Well, Toby, I’ve wined you, and I’ve dined you, and now, I’m going to 69 you,” he said as he slipped his tongue into my aching, wet pussy.
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