I swear you look hungrier now than you did before we ate. All night long you have teased me and the smirk on your face tells me that you enjoy this power you hold over me.

When you stood up at the table in your form fitting cocktail dress, you just had to bend over the table to give me a view of your perfect cleavage before you left your red lipstick upon my cheek. Your black lace bra just peaking through as your red dress pulls down just a little bit more. Then you just walk away. The way your hips swayed with every step as you sought out the powder room, I could barely keep my tongue from hitting the floor.

You didn’t have to turn around to know I was staring, and the way you took ahold of that gentleman’s tie who was innocently waiting to be seated before letting it flow through your fingertips. You knew I’d be jealous of the way he lusted after you as you blew him a kiss.

Then, when you returned, how you took off your heal under the table as the waiter began to take our order. It’s amazing how it was only when he was taking my order that your foot brushed between my legs and thighs till your foot came to rest upon the thin fabric of my slacks covering my manhood. The way your toes curled around my hardening shaft as I tried to remember what it is I hunger for. Too bad your not on the menu.

That olive in your drink was never intended to be used as such a weapon. How you held it up by the toothpick and let your lips wrap around it. Your tongue flicking over the tip all while never losing eye contact.

Your not playing fair my little vixen. You could have at least waited for the poor young waiter to have left our table first. Now he stands awkwardly aroused by your seduction of me. An innocent bystander to this power game you play. You know I can’t let you win…

My hand reaches under the table. My fingers splay over your foot that rests between my legs. For a moment I am taken by how silky smooth it feels, but then I remember who must win.

A gentle push drops your foot to the floor giving me just enough time to reposition my chair next to yours as I remove your advantage of teasing me from across the table. Now we both look across the dining room to the man you left wiping his drool up with his own tie. His eyes haven’t left you.

My hand I rest upon your leg. My fingers pull at the sheer fabric of your dress, gathering it up in my hand till I have found the flesh of your thigh. So gently, my fingertips caress your skin higher and higher taking the dress with it.

The feel of your warm thighs only embolden me more. My fingers press firm indenting your skin. I know you can feel the warmth of my hand upon your core as it stopped just short of truly touching you. And when you spread your legs so slightly, I know I have won back some ground in this war.

As the waiter returns with our food, I know my opportunity is now. His hands shake as he places your spaghetti in front of you. His will power fails him as his eyes stare deep into your cleavage. His cheeks redden as I clear my throat.

I feel for the boy as he takes the pepper grinder into his shaking hands. His voice cracks when he asks you to say when. Little did he know, the moment he started to grind, my fingers moved.

I press my fingers against your wet panties. Apparently I’m not the only one who has enjoyed this tease. My middle finger presses firm forcing your lips to spread revealing your hard clit to me.

Your words are breathy as you say when to the poor waiter. When he fails to stop, you say it again, voice cracking as your body shudders unexpectedly, your hand grabbing mine.

“Let go.” I whisper in your ear. The man at the other table smiling as I bite your earlobe. “Let go of my hand, I’m not finished with you.” I breath into your ear.

Finally giving in, you remove your hand. My fingers are quick to take advantage and pull your panties to the side.

I feel myself smile as I watch your eyes roll back At the feel of my tease. My middle finger gently follows your slit down till it’s coated with your excitement. Bringing it back up I lather your clit with its slick nature.

“Pick up your fork my little tease, your food is getting cold.” You comply and your fingers take up the utensils as my fingers indulge themselves with your desires.

“That’s a good girl, now take a bite.” Again and again the spaghetti falls off of the fork as you try to compose yourself. Finally you taste a noodle. The small win encourages me to reward you even more.

Your breathing becomes faster as I tease your clit. “My dear, take another bite.” My fingers move lower as you raise your fork and when my fingers penetrate you, the fork falls to the plate below.

I can feel your wetness dripping between my fingers as your hands clench at the table cloth in front of you. The man across the way wide eyed breaking his breadstick as your chest becomes flushed.

I feel your body tense, your thighs shake as I finger you deeper and deeper. I know your close and just then….

To my lips I bring my fingers. I taste my work upon them as you stare at me wide eyed. “Please my dear, we should enjoy our food while it’s still warm. Your eyes widen and for a moment I wonder if you will stab me with the fork as I have just denied you of your climax.

I can’t help but smile as we both take bites. We both eat in silence. I take in the sound of your breathing as it become more regular as you calm back down.

Your eyes tell me that what I just did was very mean, my eyes tell you that I have only just begun.

As we finish our dinners we both flirt our intentions with small talk. It’s all innocent in nature till my voice becomes serious. “Take off your panties.” You look at me as if you didn’t hear what I said. “Quickly, take them off.”

You squirm in your chair as the submissive nature in you listens to me. Your dominant side makes you scowl as you lift your foot up and gather your soaked panties in your hand.

You sit scrunched in your chair as though I just scolded you, your hands in your lap with your panties balled up between them. The waiter comes back to the table and sets the check upon the table.

I lean into you as I reach for my wallet. I pull out my card and place it between your fingers in your lap. “Now be a good girl and give the waiter my card….oh and your panties… as a tip.”