The restaurant

posted by: Vixen

A date.

From the restroom I send you a picture.

As I slide next to you into the booth…a sideways glance.  Into your eyes…  I slip my fingers seductively into your mouth. Leaning in to whisper…

I want to fuck you.

You move your hand up my leg.  I open my legs ever so slightly, your hand sliding up my thighs.  Realizing I’ve taken off my panties…  So you can feel me..how wet I am.  Your fingers melt in…. I try to refrain from gasping.  Hips lifting slightly to meet your hand…  Trying to nonchalantly take a sip from my glass of wine.

My hand moves to your thigh.  Edging up the seam of your jeans…slowly.  Teasing.  Finally…squeezing you.  A gasp escapes from you…as you clear your throat in an effort to disguise the sound.

I want to fuck you….


(psst…did you click???)

~ xo

Vixen

4 Responses to “The restaurant”

  1.   StudMuffinNo Gravatar Says:

    So..It’s a date? One of the many, many reasons I love going to dinner with you!! Yes..Please.. My schedule is very, very open..

  2.   SailorNo Gravatar Says:

    I need more dates like that.

  3.   TerreyAnneNo Gravatar Says:

    Your newest follower

  4.   SamNo Gravatar Says:

    When I read this post, can’t help to remind me of my partner. I am always dying to be with him. I just don’t know why every time I am near him, I feel warm within. When I touches the part between his pants, I also do feel his hardness, so that signals that we do feel the same. The rest is already history. Anyway, I still do need some technique how to satisfy my partner.

    Sam

    Blog: entrée froide avec crevettes 

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