"You look delicious." He whispered in my ear as he zipped up the back of my dress. I would be a liar if I said I didn't pick this piece specifically for our night out, that I didn't know it would drive him absolutely wild. Falling just about mid thigh, the satiny material was loose enough for every ample area to bounce freely, but tight enough to hug my well developed features. I loved the way the light reflected perfectly off my shapeliness, bringing extra attention towards his favorite attributes, though... I can't say that I really know if he has a favorite.
"Thank you, Sir." I respond softly, my head bowed and to the side, you could assume out of respect, but really it was to conceal how red my cheeks had gotten. James had never been shy about admiring my physique, but it was different when he was in person, nearly a foot taller than me. I'd always been very adamant about not being a short person, but his stature and just sheer presence made me feel small, powerless almost.
His body pressed into my back, his firm grasp on either side of my waist, and I felt my breath catch in my throat, a knot in my stomach, "I know you spent a while getting all dressed up for me, and it would be a shame if no one else got to see it...but we really don't have to go out tonight. I think you and that dress would look just as exquisite on that bed right there." James said it as a suggestion, but it felt more like a direction. I was feeling a bit more eager to go out than usual, I wanted to show him off, I wanted him to feel like he had a trophy on his arm. For once, I just really wanted to be an accessory.
I gathered the gumption to turn around, face the towering man behind me, "You're right, I did spend too long getting ready to look this good for no one else to see. You'll just have to take me out then!" A devilish smirk creeping across my lips, a raised brow on my face, I really thought I had done something with that quip. That is, until he leaned down to my eye level lifted my chin with his bent index finger and said "If you want to be seen so badly, I can make sure we put on a show." His own smirk and cocked brow made me want to find a way to one up him, but I knew anything else I said would not be a wise choice.
I tried to jerk my head out of his hand, but he grabbed my chin, brought my gaze to match his and leaned closer, essentially nose to nose with me, "We are going to have so much fun, you and I." And released me from his grasp.
I had no idea exactly what he meant, it was hard to even grasp an idea with James, he had so many interests that we shared. It could go in any direction. So I decided to allow this to play out. I grabbed my purse and shrugged it onto my shoulder, "Can we please go? I really want to show you around, at least a little bit. We can't spend your whole visit inside this hotel room." I said with a bit of impatience, but mostly in a joking tone. I had been aching to get out and dance, and I really did want to show him around the area some. It's a fun city to be in and explore, I'd hate for him to go back home and wish he had seen more.
He had a sly smile as he followed me towards the door and opened it for me, my heart started racing as I heard the click behind us. This was it, just us, spending the night out together. Each step towards the car felt shaky and undecided. I don't know why I was nervous, I wanted this. So badly I needed this. Once at the car, ever the gentleman, he opened my door and tapping my ass as I climbed in. Heart still pounding I realized that I'm at his disposal now, before I could leave the hotel whenever I wanted, take my car home, but now it was truly up to him and what he decided. I feel guilty thinking this way, I wanted him to visit, I wanted to be his companion for the trip, his tour guide so to speak, but it wasn't that it was bad. It turned me on that I had no where to go, that if he decided to drive off course I was along for the ride wherever it went. It excited me.
The moonlight hit his frame so perfectly when he opened his own door to get in beside me. I had caught his eye as he settled into the seat, and the light hit the apples of his cheek as he smiled towards me, highlighting his smile. As much as he turns me on, he really makes me melt when he looks at me like that. I'd gotten lost in his eyes and his smile when I realize he'd been tapping my hand, "Are you sure you're good to navigate for me? You seem a bit distracted." He said with a wink, god he makes me blush. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry. You just, you look so nice and it's so great having you here. I'm still a bit starstruck that we were able to make it work, you know?"
He chuckled softly, never taking his eyes away from mine and leaned closer, almost touching my lips with his as he spoke "There's no way I would've missed the opportunity. Have you seen yourself?" while placing his hand on my thigh. My head tipped back into the headrest of the car seat, and my jaw become slack. Fuck I wanted him. In the worst way I needed to know what his body felt like on top of me, under me, pressed against. That hand on my thigh I ached to have around my throat. I struggled to pull myself from the racing thoughts, we'd never leave if I didn't. I composed myself enough to meet his eyes again, trying to not get lost in the dark pools that I'm desperate to drown in, "I'm really glad you came, James." His thumb rubbed the inside of my thigh just before he shifted into gear "Oh honey, I haven't, but you just may have." I covered my face, it felt hot and I knew I was red. He was an expert at turning my shade, I'm just trying not to think too hardly about what color my face would turn if he choked me hard enough.
We spent the ride chatting a bit about the bar I was taking him to. It was one of my favorites, though I didn't go often. I'd become such a homebody. It's an arcade full of different styles of games, vintage, first person shooters, pinball, everything, if you could think of it, it was there. But the real reason I loved going was upstairs. It wasn't anything crazy, but a nice place to take a break from playing and dance. Always the good throw backs, and there really wasn't anywhere to dance anymore. We parked on a side street because, of course, there's never any actual parking in the city. I felt his hand drape around my waist, shifting with every sway of my hip as we walked towards the door. I loved the way his hand felt on me, the way the warmth lit me on fire. I almost wish we had stayed at the hotel.
"Alright, are you ready?" I turn to him excitedly as we reach the door, he smiled towards me, opening the door for me and we walked in. The flood of warm neon, flashing lights from high scorers, metallic dinging from the pinballs took over my senses and I was reminded how much I loved being out. That I loved being in the mix. I looked over towards James, hoping he was at least half excited as I was, I saw his smile widen as he took in the surroundings, assumingely picking a game to start with, or maybe trying to make out where we get drinks from.
I lean into his body to get closer to his ear, his arm instantly wrapping itself around me, and ask if he'd like something to drink, that I can grab us something. He nods and follows me, hand held in mine. The bar has specially themed cocktails after some notable characters, but I know what I like and I'm a creature of habit,
I lean over the bar top on my tip toes and order my vodka cranberry, as I settle back onto my heels I feel my dress lift against something, realizing James was directly behind me and my dress was caught on his waist band. My face immediately turned red as I ran my hand over the back to discreetly fix myself.
In the midst of it all I missed his drink order and the chance to pay for myself, like I said, he really can be a gentleman. I thanked him and he leaned down to my ear "I didn't think you'd start the show this early or this sober." My face felt hot again and his hand found the small of my back, "You're secrets safe with me, Princess." We carried on with our night, laughing and playing games neither of us had touched in ages, I started to loosen up after my second drink.
My skin had started to flush, James had become a bit more comfortable with me too, not that he was ever shy. We'd spent a while, bouncing from game to game, he could tell I was getting a bit restless, my gaze pointing towards the staircase upstairs. I guess I'd been staring a while, "Do you want to dance?" He asked, his lip grazing the side of my ear, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as I nodded, "Can I get you another drink first?" I nodded again, still reeling from his warm breath hitting my skin. The way my body screamed for him was insatiable. I waited by the staircase for him, and took a sip of my drink, it tasted a little different, but I assume it's just because the bartender used a different vodka.
James had me lead the way up the stairs, supposedly to show him the way, I think he just wanted to see what panties I chose to wear. He seemed pleased with my decision from the soft moan I heard from behind me. I couldn't stop myself from smirking. We reached the top of the stairs, my drink already a quarter gone, I didn't even realize I was sipping it. The dance floor was your typical black and white checker board, but I loved that the back wall was all mirrored. Seeing all the bodies moving against each other under the dim lighting with specks of neon was such an indescribable sight. I didn't want to dance with a drink in hand so we grabbed a table by the mirrored wall.
