The Dinner Date

Red heels by Peter Nielsen

Her heels clicked seductively on the wooden floor as she entered the restaurant. She had a thing about ridiculously high heels, they made her feel instantly sexy and put a little extra wiggle in her hips as she walked. Tonight's pair were extra special and she smiled as she looked down at them-red suede peep toes with a bow across the instep. She pictured herself wearing nothing but these shoes later and flushed at the thought. She stood momentarily at the entrance, scanning the room and letting her eyes adjust to the dim light. The text had said he would be sitting at the back and she could see now why he had chosen that spot. In the back corner, beyond all of the dining couples and animated groups of friends, there sat a row of private booths. Some had long sheer curtains pulled, which had the curious effect of adding some illusion of privacy to those inside while projecting their muted silhouettes to rest of the room. She grinned wickedly to herself as she imagined the possibilities.

When her eyes found him, it was clear that he had been studying her. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his own grin matching hers, as if he could read her thoughts. She made her way across the room, taking in his crisp white shirt, open at the neck and allowing just a glimpse of the smooth, muscular chest that lay underneath. She licked her lips at the thought of her tongue on the nipples. He stood when she reached the booth, welcoming her inside with a soft kiss at her ear.
"Hello Mrs A, I've been waiting for you."
There was no mistaking the intention in his voice and she felt the delicious, addictive heat make its way straight to her core.
They sat next to each other, sipping wine behind the filmy curtain. He leaned forward slowly, his hand at her cheek, guiding her lips towards his. She felt a soft moan catch in her throat as his tongue ran along her lips before entering her and searching for her own. The thought of the other diners watching them made it all the more alluring. His hand trailed down her neck, leaving a path of tingling desire in its wake. His fingers brushed over her nipple on their way to her thigh, and she felt it spring to attention at his touch. As his hand came to rest on her inner thigh, their kissing became more purposeful and insistent.
She was aware of the curtain being parted slightly as the waiter refilled their glasses and she pulled back, needing to slow things down and regain some control.
"You're very eager tonight, Jude," she teased as she brought her glass to her lips and took a sip of her wine.
He followed her lead, sitting back and taking his own glass back in hand.
"Perhaps we should do something to ease that excitement of yours so that we can enjoy our dinner," she suggested innocently before fixing him with look that left no room for misunderstanding. "I have big plans for you sexy and it's going to take all night to see them through."
She was back in control, and not about to give it up just yet. He sat still, waiting for her next move. The tension between them filling the small space. She sat her glass down, while still holding his eyes with her own. Then without a word, she slid her hand up his thigh, confirming without a doubt that he was in fact very 'excited'. She leaned forward, kissing him deeply, then continued her way down to his lap. She felt him tense as he realised her intention and smiled to herself. His cock was straining to escape and she was a willing accomplice. As she freed him, she heard the slight intake of breath from above. Her tongue ran along its length leisurely and then circled the tip of him in seductive, slow circles before continuing down the other side.As much as she was enjoying this tempting torture, now was not the time. As she circled the tip one last time, she grasped the base in one hand and lowered her mouth onto him, taking him in as far as he would go. He let out a low, deep groan and she began to work a little faster. Her mouth slid up and down his hard, thick cock, picking up speed as she urged him on to release. She felt him stiffen and grab her head. As he pushed her down even further, she readied herself for the warm burst of cum she was about to receive.
When he had finished, she packed him away carefully and sat up once again.
The curtain parted as the young waiter appeared.
"Excuse me, but would you like to order an appetiser before your main meals?"
She grinned and dabbed at her lips with the fresh, white napkin. "I think I've just had mine, thank you."