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We're lead to our table but a teenaged boy with bad skin and a nervous demeanor. He pulls out my chair for me as you sit down on the opposite side of the table. We thank him as he leaves to give us time to read the menu. Our table looks out to the beach that we just walked along.

You order us a bottle of wine when the waiter returns and some bread sticks to nibble on while we wait for our meals.

We've always been able to talk about everything and anything; something I've always loved about you. There's a brief silence between us as you take a sip of wine. I reach my foot across to you under the table; I just want to touch you, want you to touch me. You look up and smile as you feel my bare foot sliding up and down your shin. I lean forward, keeping eye contact, knowing that my dress is now exposing the top of my corset. Red. You look down as it peers out at you, taunting you from beneath the black fabric. I know without even looking or feeling that you're hard.

I drag my foot up your leg, over your knee, and see if I can reach your erect cock. I make it as far as your balls, but can't reach any further. I don't mind though, because I can still tease you this way. I flick my toes back and forward over your balls ever so gently. You evil me across the table, trying to keep your cool, squirming as you do so. Looking around to see if anyone else realises what's going on.

Throughout the meal I tease you verbally as well. Randomly dropping into the conversation how badly I want to suck your cock, have you inside of me, or some other such line to catch you off guard. You almost choke the first time I mention something like this, which gives us both the giggles.

The waiter clears our table and asks if we'd like to see the dessert menu. I reply, No thank you, we'll be having dessert at home. You shoot me an excited look as the waiter leaves and we get up to pay the bill.

We return to the car; the leather of the seat cold against the backs of my thighs. You turn to me and ask if I really want to see a movie as you want to be at home with me as soon as possible. Darling, I never planned on us seeing a movie tonight, I say as I expose even more of the corset through the top of my dress. You start the car and pull out of the carpark, speeding down the main road, lights passing us by.

I tilt my head back and shut my eyes, trying to contain my excitement, for I know that tonight we won't really be making love like we'd both planned; it'll be about lust, rough, passionate, eager, hard, and fast.

Description
We're lead to our table but a teenaged boy with bad skin and a nervous demeanor. He pulls out my chair for me as you sit down on the opposite side of the table. We thank him as he leaves to give us time to read the menu. Our table looks out to the beach that we just walked along.

You order us a bottle of wine when the waiter returns and some bread sticks to nibble on while we wait for our meals.

We've always been able to talk about everything and anything; something I've always loved about you. There's a brief silence between us as you take a sip of wine. I reach my foot across to you under the table; I just want to touch you, want you to touch me. You look up and smile as you feel my bare foot sliding up and down your shin. I lean forward, keeping eye contact, knowing that my dress is now exposing the top of my corset. Red. You look down as it peers out at you, taunting you from beneath the black fabric. I know without even looking or feeling that you're hard.

I drag my foot up your leg, over your knee, and see if I can reach your erect cock. I make it as far as your balls, but can't reach any further. I don't mind though, because I can still tease you this way. I flick my toes back and forward over your balls ever so gently. You evil me across the table, trying to keep your cool, squirming as you do so. Looking around to see if anyone else realises what's going on.

Throughout the meal I tease you verbally as well. Randomly dropping into the conversation how badly I want to suck your cock, have you inside of me, or some other such line to catch you off guard. You almost choke the first time I mention something like this, which gives us both the giggles.

The waiter clears our table and asks if we'd like to see the dessert menu. I reply, No thank you, we'll be having dessert at home. You shoot me an excited look as the waiter leaves and we get up to pay the bill.

We return to the car; the leather of the seat cold against the backs of my thighs. You turn to me and ask if I really want to see a movie as you want to be at home with me as soon as possible. Darling, I never planned on us seeing a movie tonight, I say as I expose even more of the corset through the top of my dress. You start the car and pull out of the carpark, speeding down the main road, lights passing us by.

I tilt my head back and shut my eyes, trying to contain my excitement, for I know that tonight we won't really be making love like we'd both planned; it'll be about lust, rough, passionate, eager, hard, and fast.