Dinner Date

I crossed the threshold of my favourite restaurant, scarlet dress matching my lipstick. I spotted those familiar dark eyes over by the bar and walked over to meet him. A quick kiss on the cheek in greeting and then we were shown to our quiet, private table. We ordered our food, sipped chilled, fizzing champagne, chatted about work, friends, and the latest films we'd seen. Our eyes voiced our true desires. As the evening progressed and the wine was refilled our lips finally let out those thoughts. His hand stroked my leg underneath the table. I lifted it to help him, and rested my stiletto heeled shoe on his crotch, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.

The waiter eventually brought our dessert; big, creamy, chocolaty. We leaned in close, fed it to each other, whispered softly to each other exactly what we wanted to do with the cream and dripping chocolate sauce. More wine, and I pressed a little harder with the heel of my shoe on his crotch. He reached his hand up and took the sparkling silver slip from my hair, letting my dark curls fall loose on my shoulders. His fingers stroked my neck softly, pulled me gently towards him; his lips brushed featherlike against mine.

I smiled, and then leaned forward to kiss him again. We kissed and kissed. His hand slipped further up my leg beneath my dress. He gasped as I put more pressure on his rock hard cock. I moaned softly; his fingers were velvety against my skin. My body wanted him so much.

Finally outside the restaurant, it was raining and the breeze blew my hair across my face. He brushed it out of my eyes and kissed me. His arms drew me close to him. I kissed back harder, winding my arms around his neck, pushing my tongue to meet his. His hands moved across my body. Pressed up against him I could feel his cock straining to be released from his trousers. I looked at him, glanced quickly around the street; no-one looking. “Quick. Come on.” Grabbing his hands I pulled him down the dark alleyway beside the restaurant. He pushed me against the wall and kissed me again, harder than ever. His hands snaked up underneath my dress as he kissed my neck. I gasped as I felt him rip the red lace thong from my body, replacing it with his fingers, pushing them inside me.

I moved my hands down to finally release his cock. He pulled my legs around him and I clutched to his body as he plunged his cock inside me. He pushed me harder against the wall, grazing my back on the jagged brickwork. My lipstick was smeared across my cheek as he kissed me. The rain poured down onto us, dripping down my body, making my hair cling to my face. My dress ripped against the wall. He thrust harder and harder, scraping my back against the wall each time, scratching through the thin fabric of my dress. My body reacted quickly to him, answering his thrusts with pulses of its own as I came. I let out a cry of pleasure and within seconds he responded. We held each other close, breathing hard, letting the rain wash over us.
It was time to go home to bed...