For The Baron,
You could have been anyone⌠I am glad it was you!
Sao xxx
Isobel was so excited driving out to meet him for lunch. It was a beautiful spring day with the sun sparkling on the sea and she sang along to the radio as she drove along the coast road. It had been almost two weeks since she had seen Peter and to her it seemed like forever. They spoke most days on the phone and emailed each other but they both looked forward to the days when they could have lunch and sit and chat and laugh with each other.
As she pulled up outside the restaurant she saw his car pulling in just ahead of her. A quick check in the vanity mirror that her hair was OK and another quick application of lipstick, she stepped out of the car and started to walk towards his car with a wide smile on her face. He was getting out of his car as she reached him and his face lit up when he saw her.
âDarlingâ he said as he swept her into his arms, âyou look amazing, God I missed seeing youâ. They kissed softly both delighted to be with each other again. Taking her by the hand Peter suggested a short stroll before lunch and she happily agreed. They strolled along the promenade hand in hand, she chattering away making him smile as he listened to how happy she was. He admired her as they walked, the way her hips swayed seductively, her dark wavy hair blowing in the breeze, and thought how sexy she looked. She was wearing a knee length black soft flowing skirt, a black and white sleeveless top under which he was sure she was not wearing a bra and black high heeled strappy sandals. As they doubled back to the restaurant he could feel that same old feeling coming over him that always did when she was by his side, a hunger that only she could fill, a need and desire for her that he was never able to control and that she never wanted him to.
The restaurant he had chosen was one they had met in before, and they both liked it for its intimate yet relaxed air. They were shown to a window table over looking the sea, with easy chairs and a large soft sofa with cushions. They both sat on the sofa, as ever needing to be in close contact with each other. Peter ordered a bottle of white wine which they sipped as they perused the menu. Giggling Isobel whispered to him that they only thing she fancied eating was him and she ran her hand along his thigh as if to leave him in no doubt exactly what she meant! Peter grasped her by the wrist and taking her hand up to his mouth to kiss it he whispered that if she wasnât careful he would have to make her follow through there and then! âPromises, promisesâ Isobel teased, as the waiter approached them to take their order.
All the way through lunch, Isobel teased and toyed with Peter. On one of their previous lunches he had dared her to take her thong off and give it to him. She had taken him up on the dare and she had been turned on so much by the look of desire in his eyes as she came back from the restroom and pressed it into his hand, damp and smelling of a mixture of her own scent and the Romance perfume he had given her. As coffee was being served she asked him would he like her to re-live the dare for a second time. He grinned at her, expecting her to leave the table and come back as she had done before.
Isobel however had other ideas as she slowly and deliberately reached under her skirt and began taking the thong off at the table, revealing first one slim, shapely stockinged leg, then the other. Reaching under the table she smiled at her lover, brought the thong up to her lips to kiss it, and then handed it to him. âOh Isobelâ he groaned as he brought the thong up to his face to inhale her musk. He could feel his cock reacting and he knew that his own boxers were already damp with precum. âWoman, what are you doing to me?â he growled huskily as she smiled at him and leaned over to kiss him. âNow itâs your turn my Love, I want your boxers and you have to take them off for me!â Blushing, but rising to the challenge he stood up from the table and left the room. He returned a few minutes later and handed her his pale blue silk boxers with a look of pure lust written all over his face. âMmmmmmâ she murmured as she in turn brought them up to her face to inhale his scent. She could see from his face and from the telling bulge in his pants how turned on he was.