The piano played. The room was hazy with vintage cigars and the aura of whiskey. I had been sitting at the table, drunk on the music.
I felt him before I saw him. The electricity ran through the air like a train over a track; powerful. He had a way of doing that to me, making my heart skip a heart. He smelled of the cool air and of a fireplace. That burning wood and smoldering embers smell. I felt his hand brush my hair from my shoulder and his warm breath in my neck followed by the most erotic nibble known to woman. I wasn't wearing any panties or they would have slid off about now.
"Hey freckles", sending shivers down my spine as he called my nickname.
Ugh. It made me just growl.
He was dressed in a navy blue suit, a charcoal gray shirt, top 2 buttons undone and his tie was off. Ugh. He drives me wild. Those mahogany eyes, mmmmmm. They pierce my soul and better yet, my pussy. I couldn't help myself. I was on the floor, in my black heels, black leather skirt and sheer patterned bodysuit kneeling. My black hair had fallen in my face, obstructing my view of him.
"Rise".
And I was back up instantly, his hand cupping my chin, taking what was his, my eyes and my mouth. Mmmmm. This has to be heaven.
I never noticed that the restaurant was empty. Where did the plates go? The people? The guests? There was nothing but the 2 of us and the pianist. I was mesmerized, in a daze. My shoes were removed, his hands on my feet. "you need a spa day".
"I can't sir, I just... Can't".
"Then... this will do for now..." but he was growling, displeased with my response.
The feel of his hands through my black nylons sent chills up my spine and I arched my back. His hands found their way to my calves, then up my thighs and then to beneath my leather skirt where my bare mound met the fabric. His fingers, stroking the dampness, making it evident what my body wanted, played to the tune of the piano.
