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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You:
We meet in a bar, just like we have been discussing via email for so long. I am there waiting. You enter. Nervous. You are worried that all the chat we have shared around domination and group fun will be gone in an instant. You worry that the chemistry that was once there has dissipated. I turn from the bar and smile as you walk towards me. We kiss; on the cheek, you squirm as my left hand drops and possessively squeezes the inside of your thigh. You are terrified and excited all at once.
I buy you a drink – a wine. You notice i don’t ask you what you want, and comment. I smile and tell you that i will not ask you want you want for the duration of our time together. All decisions have been taken away from you. We check in to our respective rooms and I arrange to meet you downstairs as you walk away i shout you back and tell you that you look ace, but i want to see some cleavage when we go for dinner. I take your hand and show you that I am hard already. We almost kiss, but i pull away. Teasing you. I know if we kiss just now we will end up in bed, and I have so much more planned for this evening.
You meet downstairs with a nice yellow low cut top on and a pair of tight jeans. I am immediately drawn to the colour of your skin in contrast with the yellow top. Without even trying my mind is already thinking of the colour of my juices exploding all over your skin. But I must ignore that. I smile and kiss you gently on the lips. There is a taxi waiting outside for us.
We arrive at a restaurant and the waiter gives us a seat in the corner. It looks perfect you say. The waiter is in his mid 20’s, lean and very confident. I notice you looking at how he fills his trousers, the same way I looked at your ass. I order food for you and flirt outrageously – but you don’t break the rule. NO talking about the past. We talk about what we might do tonight, you squirm as I tell you how I intend to savour of every minute of undressing you.
I order you to touch yourself, at the table – you respond eagerly just as the waiter returns... I laugh and say, I am really sorry, she just really fancies you. You take your hand out of your trousers, and I turn to you and give you a look that tells you not to stop. You are embarrassed but you continue, and go a little bit stronger when you can see it is turning him on. Embarrassed he scuttles off as I request the bill. Now feed me your fingers I demand. I cannot imagine a better dessert.
You tell me you are so turned on you have no inhibitions right now. You beg me just to take you home. I tell you there is a bar nearby that reminds me of the Still, i am sure I hear you yearn right there.
The bill arrives and I pay for it – I smile and show you the receipt – the waiter has put his number on it...
He gets you your coat and I get more than a little turned on as I can see him touch your breast... you look at me for approval... I tell him we are off for a couple of drinks and thank him for the service....
Me:
As we leave the restaurant, the anticipation of the night ahead is too much. My nipples are hard from the waiter's touch, and I am soaked. I start to demand that you take me to back to the hotel, and that I can't wait to have you in every which way possible. You turn quickly to face me and you neednt say a word, the look on your face says that things will progress when you say so and not before. I yearn for you to touch me, to take me up the nearest alleyway, to relieve the building pressure, but you take my hand and we head to the bar nearby....
You:
As we walk to the bar - you buzzing at the attention you have already received from me and the waiter - I slide my hand down the back of your trousers, i can't tell if you are wearing pants, and you smile cheekily and tell me you certainly won't be by the end of the night. I am instantly erect and lean in and kiss you deep. you respond eagerly. I want to pull away but i can't - you can feel me getting harder against your body. you recognise this may be an opportunity to get me at my weakest and you whisper - i want you take me hard, somewhere dangeorus, i wan't to get caught. I bite your bottom lip and smile. come on - we have the whole night ahead of us - but I like your mindset.
We continue to walk down the street - my erection is visible to anyone who looks and you are bringing attention to it intentionally as you continuosly grope me walking down the road. You are not being compliant enough - but i let you off - i will punish you for it later.
Eventually we reach the bar. It is a loud party bar, not dissimilar to the one we met in. i hand you my wallet and tell you to go the bar - get some shots, I am going to stand over here. I want you to flirt outrageously with anyone, while i stand back and watch. I don't want you to hold back - do you understand?What about our waiter you ask, are you going to contact him - once again i sense the eagerness in your voice. I pull you close and whisper to you exactly what role the waiter will play in the proceedings: your jaw drops. Now go and tease some men...
Me:
I walk up to the bar, feeling sexy and confident from all the attention you are giving me. I spot two good looking guys drinking at the bar and I push inbetween them and order some shots. One of them asks my name, and we start chatting. I play with my hair, I keep licking my lips and twirling my fingers around my necklace to ensure his gaze averts down to my breasts. His friend also gets my attention and I flirt outrageously with both of them, as we down some shots.
I keep glancing back at you to ensure you are watching. You are. I can see that you are still hard. A pretty girl spots you on your own and starts to chat to you. You are polite and engage in conversation, but you always keep one eye on my antics at the bar. I spot this happening and feel that I need to up my game.
One of the boys starts getting close, and goes in for a kiss, I quickly turn my head to look at you, and he starts to kiss my neck. I watch your reaction. You have almost stopped listening to the girl speaking to you and your gaze is fixed on me. I tease him by caressing his body, but never letting him near my lips. He then grabs me and pulls me close. I can feel that he his hard, and my hand instinctivly brushes over his groin to tease. He grabs my hand, and pulls me to the dancefloor - I lose sight of you.
We start to dance suggestively in a dark corner. He is grinding his erection up against me now, and even though I feel bad leading him on, I am loving the attention. I am frantically searching for you, I want you to watch. To my delight I spot you at the bar and catch your eye. You have a look on your face I've never seen before, but I know I have your permission to continue. The girl has followed you, I'm not surprised, you look amazing. She tries to get your attention, but you only have eyes for me.
I've had a few drinks now and start to lose my inhibitions. I don't care who sees me, all I care about it turning you on. I start to lose myself in the music and close my eyes. I imagine it's you touching me, carressing my breasts, grabbing me and pulling me in close, almost dry humping on the dancefloor. I feel like I am in control now, I have your full attention and that of the guy I am dancing with.
You can take it no more, I feel you grab my hand, awakening me from my erotic trance. I immediately know who is the boss from your firm grip, and that I may have let too much naughty girl out. Have I taken it to far? Maybe you will punish me ? You say nothing, and masterfully lead me off the dancefloor... |
