We stroll into the restaurant together… walking a pace behind you, I follow the lovely roll of your butt, as your hips swing enticingly in front of me. 

The room is dimly lit, heavy curtains and the tables covered in long white linen, the candles flickering on top of each giving the main light to the room as it dances around the faces of the other diners, each locked in their little pools of light. We are shown over to a banquette in the corner, a discreet little distance from the others.

The wine starts us off, laughing and chatting, as I admire your lovely skin glowing in the flickering candlelight, your dazzling smile, and the cute way your tongue tip pokes out as you laugh at a particularly cheeky story…You lean forward and drop your voice to that husky whisper that turns me on so much… every time.  

I’m trapped in the smile in your eyes, my own eventually breaking the contact to glance down at the deep shadowed divide between your full, plump boobs, pushed together most attractively in that low cut dress and sparkling with a hint of powder on their rounded curves. I’m just engrossed by their rise and fall as you breathe, their soft brown rounded curves revealed down to a hint of a black lacy bra beneath.

Spotting their effect on me you knowingly push your arms in and gently squeeze so those honeys bulge up and out, just for my feasting eyes, pushing out to reveal the faintest hint of a dark crescent edge of the perfect circles at their tips, that I know lie hidden there waiting ready just for me…

A plate of oysters arrives. We delight in devouring their succulent flesh, one by one, tongues probing and releasing each soft springy morsel from their shells and feeling their salty soft fleshiness slide into our mouths and down to be swallowed, the salty fluid that surrounds each rushing into our mouths as we tip our heads back to swallow the delightful soft fleshiness of each and I am captivated by the curve of your neck and that cutest of cheeky smiles as we joke about what the texture reminds us of…

You get up and go to the bathroom, as I try to calm down, awaiting your return. As you walk back past the table, I feel something soft land lightly in my lap. Glancing down I see with a start a pair of lacy black panties coiled there! The big smile on your face as you sit down tells me you have mischief very much in mind as I stuff the (still-warm!) lacy little scrap into my pocket before anyone sees. Without a word you sit smiling across from me, your hands joined but a wagging finger pointing subtly downwards and I know just exactly what is expected of me…

Glancing around to check no-one is looking, I quickly slip from my seat and slide under the table, the thick white folds of the tablecloth quickly hiding my disappearance. Now in the near darkness I shuffle across to your side and stroke the silkiness of those smooth bare legs.  Gently moving aside the folds of your dress, I reach to stroke my fingers up the soft, soft skin along your inner thigh with the lightest of light touches as your legs open before me…

My lips dance  a string of gentle kisses up the firm, full, sensitive flesh of your inner thigh as I move in to kneel between your legs, lifting each ankle tenderly and slowly in turn to plant your feet wide apart so  that I am free to shuffle in between, closing in  against you until I can feel the heat from your centre on my face as my lips explore the soft, soft skin at the top of your thigh, up and up until encountering the smooth mound and soft moist folds nestling so sweetly there.

I can see nothing but the faintest outlines in the darkness below the table, but my senses tell me everything as my mouth seeks out and finds the soft wet folds at the centre of your passion, my tongue tip encountering and flicking against your delicious saltiness as it gently finds the soft cushioned velvet of your most secret lips then explores up and down the length of that sweet groove, teasing the soft lips apart as it travels, to relish the gush of answering wetness that floods from your arousal.

I raise my head slightly to draw your stiff-swollen little nub in between my lips, dancing my tongue tip against it with the lightest of touches and feeling you squirm in response above me as your hand reaches under the cloth to push my face hard in against you. I feel as though I might suffocate in joy as my mouth explores your most intimate folds and creases of your soaking wet mound, smearing your sex all over my face as I begin to slide my fingers in and out of your streamingly-lubricated insides and you squeeze yourself tight around them…

Up above your arousal grows and you start to gently and discreetly rock your hips to thrust yourself against me…. that the pleasure might never end...  Suddenly you find your release and you let out a little squeak of delight, quickly seizing a napkin to stuff a napkin clad finger between your lips to stifle your own squeals as you push yourself hard against my face beneath the table, the pleasure washing over you as I devour you unseen,  in wave after wave of sheer total blissssss.

Eventually you take away the hand that is holding me hard against you and I slowly pull away, then, with one last kiss planted on that beautiful plump mound, climb back up into my seat, my face flushed and raw from its exertions and covered in your delightful secret essence…

The waiter brings asparagus and we tease each other eating smilingly slowly, each stick in turn, you slip a particularly fat fleshy stick between your shining white teeth and slowly bite down deep as I watch transfixed, relishing the butter squeezing into your mouth, a small rivulet escaping from the side of your mouth to trickle down your chin as you delicately dab it away with a napkin.

Inspired with payback mischief in mind, you glance around the room, watching to make sure no one is paying attention, then bend down as if to pick something from the floor, before sliding yourself in turn beneath the curtain of the tablecloth…

I wait in wonder, then feel your playful, clever fingers tracing the bulge between my legs, teasingly exploring my already swollen length as it pushes hard against the constraining fabric, then the slow sensation of my zip being drawn down as you reach in and pull me out so my length stands twitching and hard, freed and totally exposed beneath the table.  The unexpected feeling of cool air is suddenly replaced by your hot breath as you size up your plaything, slide a long kiss up my length then the soft, wet, blissfully gentle suction of your lips closes around my head and it’s my turn to gasp out loud…

I’m transfixed by the soft sucking sensations going on beneath the cloth, your clever fingers playing and stroking my entire length, weighing and rolling my balls as your mouth makes music up down and around my now rigid hot length, drawing me in deep into your mouth, then out to tease my tip, your tongue and fingers dancing over me and your  lips closing around me in a delicious wet heat…

I feel the tide of my cuming rising inside me, ready to burst as your tender ministrations continue, the soft merciless rasping of your tongue bringing me so close, so close… just as the waiter steps up with the bill!  It seems to take an age to pay and it’s all I can do to contain myself as you continue to devour me and bring me closer still, your bobbing head just hidden from his sight as I strain to act normally, wondering if I can still contain myself as I sign off the card. He turns away just in time as I lose all control with a loud groan and feel the hot spurting flood pouring out from me and hear your thick swallowing gulps as you swallow down my cream, unseen beneath the table as I collapse forwards on the table top…

Slowly now I feel you licking me clean, so gently, then tucking my softening length away, to emerge flushed from under the table, your hair in disarray. You sit opposite me again, now with the biggest smile on your face, a small rivulet escaping from the side of your mouth to trickle down your chin as you delicately dab it away with a napkin…

We get up to leave and I follow you out, finding it hard to walk straight after that but relishing again the rounded swell of your gyrating butt as the waiters stare in wonder at this beautiful vivacious woman – and at the black lacy handkerchief hanging out of my pocket…