A Dream...

We are standing waiting to be seated at a restaurant. It was with low lights, dark and very inviting. From the moment we steeped through the doors it felt intimate, quiet and very warm. You had on khakis and a dark buttoned up shirt, very handsome. I was in a black skirt, black stockings that caught at my thigh and a black, tight shirt where my sleeves cut off in the middle of my arms. It barely showed my cleavage. I had on high heels and looked very lady like with my hair curly.

I was so proud to be standing next to you with all kinds of women looking at you ... every single one wanted to be me and have your arm around their waists. I wanted you to hold me closer, you squeezed my hip. Knowing these women want you and you are still holding me is making me hot. I feel the heat growing between my legs, throbbing. I want to be sat down so my legs can have a break.

We are finally seated in a booth right next to eachother. It is off in a corner somewhere and I am wondering if you asked for this table. Everything is so dark, there is people all around us and I hear mumbles. You are ordering our drinks and I don't even hear what is said. I watch the waiter walk away and I am looking at a lady. She looks trashy, with bleach blonde hair and a very tight skimpy red dress. I am wondering if you see her, then I feel your hand.

You have your arm around me pulling me closer and rub your hand on my breast. I want you to squeeze, but you are just rubbing it gently. My nipples are hard and my cunt is hot. I want you fuck my mouth and know that there is no chance of that for a long while. I look at you, and I see you are horny in your eyes. I love the look on your face when you want me and can't have me.

When the waiter comes back you move your hand from my breast and open your straw to take a drink, your hands are rolling the wrapper that the straw was in and I just watch the way they move. I love your hands, I want them back on me. I suppose you can read my mind because as soon as I think it your hand is on my thigh rubbing up and down. My pussy is throbbing now ... your hands do these things to me. Then you slide your hand up.

"No panties?" You look shocked, surprised, and even more horny.

I blush, I wanted to surprise you later. But you have found my pussy hot, and wet. Waiting for you. I can't help it, you turn me on. Every woman wants you and your hand is in the place they all with your hand was at on them. I love knowing they want you but I am jealous at the same time.

"Slut" You whisper in my ear as you take my hand and place it on your cock. You are hard and I feel the heat. I want to free you and lick you all over, but before I get the chance to touch even more you start to play with my clit. I am throbbing and aching, I have been wet and hot the whole time waiting. It takes mere seconds before I come and try to not make a fool out of myself. My face is hot and I cover my mouth in hopes that no sound comes out. You just smile and bring your finger to my lips for me to clean.

I am soaked, my thighs are wet and I feel like I need to go clean up. But you wont let me. You make me sit there next to you as the food comes. I can't pay attention to the food, I am starving but I long to eat something else. I want you in my mouth. I am begging you with my eyes. You are taking your time. Smiling in between each bite. I am throbbing again, you are doing wicked things and know it.

"Please, Sir... I need to clean myself up."
"You may go clean up now"

I smile and rush to the bathroom. I fear that my skirt is damp. Shocked if it isn't. When I am done I stop to look in the mirror, I am flushed. My cheeks are rosy. My hair messy. You did a wild number on me. I am throbbing again and I fix it all up when I see you come into the ladies room through the mirror. You are smiling. You look even more wicked.

"Come here Slut" you growl at me. Any hope I had of not dripping down on my stalking is gone. I am wet and it just wont stop. As I get close to you, you grab a handful of my hair and slam your lips down on me. I moan. I love the way your kiss hurts, but I want more. I feel your hand tighten and you pull me closer. Your groin is pushed hard into mine and feel your cock pushing, straining to get out. As I reach down you slap me.

"I didn't say you can touch me"
"Yes Sir"

You push me down to where my face is right in front of your straining pants. You let me reach for you while your hands are still tangled in my hair. My heart is pounding, someone can walk in at any moment. There could be no explaining this to anyone. I cant unzippen you fast enough. My hands are shaking ... all I know is I want you in my mouth.

By the time I am done and have you out I see the pre-cum on the tip of your cock. I lick it away, tasting and savoring the taste in my mouth. I want more of you. I lick all the way down the shaft and back up. I want to taste every inch of you. Feel you in my mouth. Your hand it tightening. I love the way your cock jerks in my hands.

"Suck it slut."

I open my mouth and before I am ready you thrust into my eager mouth. I am sucking as you are thrusting, I can't help but gag. But I love it. You are pulling my hair and fucking my mouth. I look up and there is a sheer look of pleasure on your face. You are fucking my mouth and I am your slut on my knees in the ladies room. My eyes are watering as you pound into my mouth harder.

Then you cum and grunt as your seamen is filling my mouth and throat. I taste the heat and salty flavor. I am trying to swallow all I can. Your hands are still in my hair as you pull out of my mouth. You are watching me as I try to get the parts that are seeping from my mouth, I am pushing them back in. I want to drink all of you. When I am done you let go of my hair and fix yourself back up.

As I stand to fix my skirt and shirt you stand watching me. Mentioning at some point that I might want to wash my lips and fix my hair. When I turn around to go back to the mirror you walk out. As I am fixing myself up I realize I am no longer hungry. I am quite full and can' wait for desert.

When I get back to the booth you look like your normal handsome self. You pat the seat and I sit down. You kiss me sweetly on the mouth as the waiter comes around with the desert menu. You place your hand on my thigh again, and I start throbbing once more.

You tell the waiter we wont be having desert tonight. I feel grumpy ... then you whisper in my ear "at least not here." I am excited, and can't wait to leave. I can never get enough of you.

And dessert ended up being the best part.