A little story written for a special someone as a birthday treat and hope you all enjoy as well. I'm not a writer by any stretch so please bear with me and my grammar...or lack of.
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The bar I'd chosen for us to meet is fairly quiet when I walk in and order a drink at the bar. I hand over my card to the barmen and open a tab, find out the reserved table and pay for the surprise I had been long waiting to spring on you.
I take a seat at the table which has the single red rose upon it that I'd requested for my beautiful, English rose. I glance at my watch as I wait for you, thinking of you.
The waiter brings over our drinks just as you walk through the door, god you look stunning! I rise from my seat as you see me and walk towards me, your gorgeous smile lighting up the room and I can't help but silently growl.
I take you in my arms and kiss your soft lips tenderly, we both want more but now is not the time.
"Happy birthday, beautiful," I whisper, "there's no need to rush when we have all the time in the world."
We sit down looking at each other with silly smiles on our faces as we catch up on our lives, conversation and laughter flowing freely. I reach and take your hand in mine as I feel your feet touching my leg under the table.
"Fuck, I want you so bad." I tell you. The smile and the glint in your pretty eyes tell me the same.
I pour us another drink and beckon over the waiter and order another bottle. As he starts to bring it over to us I catch his eye, mouthing the words..."upstairs."
You look at me, questioningly. I smile and wink at you.
"They have rooms here babe," I admit, "now take those panties off, right now and give them to me."
I see the surprised look on your face as your eyes quickly scan the bar, that lip bite giving away how turned on you are right now.
I watch as your hands go underneath the table and see you rise slightly from the seat as you start to pull them down. You start to giggle as you reach down to take them off your ankles and rest your clenched hands on your lap.
I reach out my hand to you..."Are thy wet?" I ask.
You nod sheepishly looking so damn cute as I take them from you. Feeling your heat and the dampness in my hands my cock throbs at the thought of where they have just been touching and the alluring smell clinging to them that lingers in the air.
"Show me how wet you are," I say, "touch yourself and show me baby."
Your right hand drops down in between your lovely legs as you take your drink in the other. I watch as you bring the drink to your lips and your eyes close as reach and run your delicate finger up and down your juicy slit, squirming slightly in your seat and as you bring your hand back up to rest upon the table, I can see the wetness glistening on two fingers.
"Naughty girl," I smirk, "now tastes yourself and kiss me baby."
You smile and lick your lips as you bring your fingers to your pretty mouth, I actually groan out aloud as I watch you run a finger over your luscious lips coating them with your desire.
I can't take no more, "Kiss me and share yourself with me." I practically beg.
We lean forwards to each, our lips meeting as if there is no one else around us.
The smell and taste of you intoxicating as I feel my cock straining against me.
We snap back into reality, smiling into each other's eyes.
"Right," I say as I get to stand up, "let's get up those stairs so I can properly taste you, then fuck the life out of you my pretty little girl."
We leave the bar area and head towards the stairs leading to the room.
I open the door for you and feel you brush you hand over my already hard cock as you walk through, fuck!!