Lace and silk and soft fabrics...on muscles and hairy bodies and cocks. The contrast thrills me sometimes..
I'm in the restaurant with you...the regular place we go for Chinese. The food is good here but it's just being together we want. I'm always playful, whether it's feeding you with my hands, putting my foot in your crotch or telling you dirty stories.
Tonight I slip my royal blue silk panties edged with black lace off from under my skirt as we sit in the booth. I hand them to you across the table, bunched in my fist. Not one to be embarrassed easily...you put them to your nose and inhale deeply and I laugh.
"Go to the bathroom, sweetheart...and put them on."
Your eyes widen with surprise. Your cock gets hard at the drop of a hat and I know you are wondering how you will be able to hide your erection on your walk back to the table. There's no way you can wear my silk panties without being hard.
You're in the bathroom a while. By the time you return the Sesame Honey Shrimp has arrived and I've sampled it. I watch you turn down the aisle, heading back. Your hands are in your pockets a little too conspicuously. Maybe it just looks that way to me because I know you're holding down your cock, hoping no one will notice.
We meet eyes and you blush deeply, smiling self-consciously. Sliding into the seat across from me, you grin. I slip a foot out of my suede pump and put it gently in your lap, finding your cock exactly as hard as I was hoping it would be.
The long white tablecloth hides our naughty mischief.
We come here more for the tablecloths than the Shrimp...but both are very good.
♥ ©Ruby Ryder♥
