~ This Evening ~
by G. Roswall
This evening I had a little headache so I decided to take a little nap to sleep
it off. Guess my mind did a little trick on me again... this is what I dreamed of...
Tonight was the big dinner date, which we had agreed on weeks ago.
You had chosen a restaurant downtown, and we were going to meet there.
I was in the progress off putting my clothes on, must have tried a dozen outfits or so, when I finally decided that less was more and put my jeans on with a simple white dress shirt. I only hoped you would be wearing that short black leather skirt you wore the first time we met... well... that was my wish anyway. Gave me a shiver just thinking about the endless possibilities with that... tight... form fitting... very very short peace of clothing, showing all of your "lower assets" nicely and maybe... mmm... dare I think it... better just whisper to myself .
So now I was ready to take off.
Checking my watch I realised I was going to be late, so I decided on a taxi to get there is time. I ran out of the house and into the street and hailed myself a taxi, which I was very lucky to get at this hour. When I was about half way through, I realised I had forgotten something. Knowing what it was I urged the driver to stop by the closest florists, before we reached the restaurant. So, a little while later, the driver let me off a block away from my destination to get the flowers I needed.
I reached the restaurant just in time to see you get in, so I ran to catch you, caught you in the foyer... dressed in that short, black, leather miniskirt...
Sneaking behind, covering your eyes with my hands and whispering in your ear:
"Hello stranger, want to join me for dinner?"
You turned around and placed a sloppy wet kiss on my mouth and smilingly answered: "Be happy to, since I seem to be stood up by my dinner date."
I gave you the flowers I had been hiding behind my back: "Sorry for being late." I said. I could tell you were surprised by the gesture, but didn't let it show much.
"Thanks, they are lovely," you simply said as you smelled the bouquet.
We were ushered to our table situated in the dimly lit booth area of the restaurant. The maitre d^etre gave us menus and poured the already ordered wine into our glasses before disappearing with our orders. We sat there enjoying the fine dinner in candlelight, sipping wine, not much talking, simply enjoying each others company, making secret glances at each other...
When dinner was over, the waitress came to ask if we wanted some dessert.
You looked at me with much desire, then back at the waitress, giving her your order of strawberries and whipped cream. It didn't take long for your order to arrive and I by then I had already decided what my choice for dessert was... After the waitress left us, I looked at you taking one strawberry from the bowl and dip it into the soft cream, then playfully licking it before taking it into your mouth. All I could do was gasp and then... I dove under the table... my target set... moving on all fours towards my prize...
As I reached my goal, I could smell your arousal and it made me even hungrier for my dessert... Your legs parted slightly and I could see in the dim light...there was no underwear in site... All I could do was grin like an idiot and moving even closer to take in all of that beautifully tempting aroma.
Placing myself on my knees between your now very open and inviting thighs...
I started caressing your bare legs all the way up, under your skirt until I reached the source of your wet heat... I licked my lips and inhaled before diving in... I parted your folds with my fingers and started licking on them like the candy it was to me... All the way up and down and around, reaching up to the awaiting bundle... With a hard tip of my tongue I started teasing it... then in one swift motion, I sucked the whole bundle into my mouth and I hear a louder moan from above me.
I licked and sucked the little bundle, until I could feel your thighs starting to tighten around my head and knew it was time to move forward to my liquid treasure... awaiting to be drunk...
I dipped my tongue into the wetness... just a teaser taster, like you had done with the berry... Swirling the nectar in my mouth like the finest wine... and wanting more I started licking on it... hungrily now... Dipping my tongue inside your opening... pushing it gently deep inside, moving it around, feeling the walls tightening around it...
Didn't take long before I felt your release starting, so I upped the pace of my tongue and aided with my fingers, to bring you over... Once, twice... a third time... until I could feel your waves subsiding.
I took one final sip of the liquid making sure nothing was spilled and gave a kiss good bye...Then reluctantly left my source, what had been the best dessert I had ever had, to join you for a final glass of wine before leaving for home and the second main course for the evening...
© g. roswall
email: gunilla.roswall@kolumbus.fi
web: http://www.kolumbus.fi/gunilla.roswall/
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