The Dinner…

I walk into the restaurant wearing a black, black-less halter dress, with a slit up the thigh, and high heels. My long blonde hair is slightly wild from the wind outside, but I know you will love it. I’m even wearing my glasses, because I know how much you find them attractive on me. I just want to be perfect for you.

I’m directed to the table. You are so handsome, I melt just looking at you. Your goatee is cleaned up. You’re dark suit is pressed. So attractive and delicious. You stand up to greet me. I kiss you on both cheeks and we embrace briefly. You whisper how lovely I look. I feel eyes all over the room on us.

We sit closely together in the booth, your hand rests on my thigh, under the dress. I kiss your neck and tell you how much I miss you. There is already wine poured on the table. We toast each other and drink. Then we kiss passionately. Your hand goes further up my leg revealing that I am only wearing the dress. You squeeze my bare ass as our tongues play. My hand rubs the outside of your pants. I can feel you getting harder. Perhaps this wasn’t the best place for our date.

The spell is broken with a clearing of the throat. No, we haven’t even looked at the menu, but being the smart-ass that I am, I say under my breath “I’ll just have his meat”, as the server leaves. This gets us laughing and smiling at each other.

Your hand wanders between my thighs and you whisper “Mmmmm, freshly waxed for me” as you shove your finger into my wetness. I gasp and start to kiss you again. You put another finger inside. Your thumb rubs my clit as you gently finger-fuck me. I start to bite your neck not noticing anything else. Are you talking? Did you just order dinner? What is going on? It just feels so good. So close to climaxing. I’m lost in the feeling. I tell you I’m going to cum. You kiss me hard as if to swallow any noise I might make. I shutter. A good orgasm, nice. But I want more.

Somehow we make it through dinner. I excuse myself and on the way back to the table you are there at the exit to the balcony. I take your hand. We go to the very end and you hold me from behind. You tell me so many wonderful things. I feel so loved and beautiful in your arms. So safe. You start kissing my neck and shoulders. Your hand slips into my dress and squeezes my breast, pinching my nipple. I can feel how hard you are getting.

I slip your cock out of your pants and start to stroke you. You pull my dress up over my ass and I bend slightly over the railing. Your hardness slides in. You thrust into my wet pussy as both your hands hold onto my waist. I hold on to the railing with one hand and rub my clit with the other. Rocking back on your cock, not caring if the people below can see me or not. Getting a thrill thinking about it. Getting a thrill about getting caught. I moan loudly. I hear your moans. All the excitement and danger gets my blood rushing, my heart pumping and I start to orgasm again. This time harder. My bucking on your cock and the squeezing of my pussy causes you to cum. I feel your hot juice shoot deep into me.

When you are done your final release and withdraw, I turn around and we embrace and kiss. So hot and erotic. So amazed by our own desires, we finally notice another couple also succumbing to theirs on the other side of the balcony. Were they there before us, or did our lust trigger theirs?

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