As she rolled her sheer black stocking up over her calf, smoothing them straight around mid-thigh, Cat thought about her upcoming date. Just because she was between men at the moment, she'd allowed her best friend to set her up on a blind date. What was she thinking? As she lifted her other leg and began rolling the stocking up, she looked at herself in her mirror. Why she had difficulty with men she couldn't figure out. Standing, hands on her hips, she looked herself over. To her own way of thinking, she was what men liked. Average height, curvy in all the right ways. She kept her dark brown hair cut just to her shoulders and her blue eyes were what she thought of as her most attractive feature. Granted, most men usually overlooked her eyes and went straight to her round 42DD chest. Her bust had always been both her blessing and her curse. But because she was curvy, her chest didn't overwhelm the rest of her. Cocking her head to the side, she gave herself one last look before she grabbed her siren red bra and wrestled her mounds into the snug cups. Slipping into matching panties, Cat shook her head and finished getting dressed.
Just as she was slipping the zipper up on the back of her black dress, the doorbell rang. Sliding her feet into her heels, she spritzed herself with a little perfume and headed out of the bedroom. Whatever she had been thinking, it was a little too late now. He was here. As Cat opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised to find the man standing on the porch. A shot of arousal went through her so fast she nearly stopped breathing. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
The first thing that caught Ryan's attention when the door opened was the bright blue eyes looking back at him. He'd always had a weakness for brunettes with blue eyes and these eyes made Courtney Cox-Arquette's look like nothing special. He smiled stupidly, completely forgetting to introduce himself until she stuck out her hand. Only then did he remember the bouquet of daisies he'd brought along. He grasped her soft, smooth hand as he introduced himself, resisting the strong urge to give her the once-over, then handed her the daisies. Her smile broadened and he was instantly smitten.
She invited him in so that she could put the flowers in water before they left. As she led him to the kitchen, he got a chance to look over her voluptuous figure. He made a mental note to remember to thank their mutual friend, who knew that Cat was exactly the type of woman he was most attracted to. They made small talk as she got the bouquet set up in a vase, then she thanked him with a quick kiss on the cheek. The feeling of her lips against his skin combined with her scents (shampoo, perfume and, maybe, pheromones?) gave him a quick surge of blood into his cock. They both blushed, perhaps both feeling similar reactions.
"Shall we, then?" Ryan asked, trying to distract himself before he pitched a full woody in his slacks.
Grabbing her slim purse, Cat cast her eyes downward, trying to get another look at Ryan. He was just the type of man she always fell hard for. A little over average height, green eyes the color of spring grass and a mouth that looked dangerous. Yep, she really liked that mouth. As she stepped up to his car and he opened her door, Cat felt a shiver run along her spine. What would that mouth taste like? What would it feel like on her skin? As Ryan climbed into the driver's seat and started for the restaurant, Cat tried to get her feelings under control. She'd just met him and already she was thinking about what his mouth would feel like. She knew he was thinking along the same lines. At least, she was pretty sure considering the bulge in his pants.
Over dinner, Cat tried to keep her mind on their small talk. As Ryan finished telling her a story about his co-workers, Cat sipped her wine and smiled. Unconsciously, Cat ran her tongue over the rim of her wine glass, savoring the smokey flavor of the liquid. Leaning forward, laughing at his story, Cat didn't notice the tiny strap over her right shoulder slide just a little down her arm, giving Ryan an even greater view of her ripe cleavage. She didn't notice until he reached out and with the tips of his fingers slowly pushed the misbehaving strap into place. At the touch of his fingers on her skin, Cat heated. Her panties were drenched with anticipation. Could she really do what she was thinking, what she was wanting, after only having met him?
Ryan felt as though he was doing a monumental job of staying focused. Each time he got a glimpse of Cat's pink tongue, he almost went off track thinking about sucking on it and feeling it slide up his rigid shaft. There was no doubt that there was a definite chemistry between them; in fact, he was almost surprised that there weren't visible sparks jumping through the air between them. He had been semi-rigid since she'd first kissed his cheek, thankful now for the tablecloth to cover it, but when the shoulder strap of her black dress slid down just enough to show him a bit more of the milky white flesh of her large globes, he was fully rigid. Had she done that intentionally? He wasn't sure, but he reached over to push it back in place before he burst out of his pants and sent the table flying across the room.
Her skin felt just as soft as he'd imagined it would so he started praying that he'd have the opportunity to kiss every square inch of it. As he gazed into her blue eyes, his own eyes suddenly got wide as he felt her toes massaging his cock under the table.
Cat watched across the table as Ryan's eyes glowed bright. She couldn't resist. She had to know if he was feeling the same thing. And apparently he was. She'd started the slow climb with her toes along his leg. Ryan hadn't noticed. When she reached the top of his thighs, Cat was just taking a sip of wine when her toes found their holy grail. He was hard, bulging in fact. Curling her toes, Cat dragged her foot down the length of his tool. Curving her lips into a seductive smile, Cat rubbed her foot up and down his rock hard cock. She appreciated the length of him, and how hard he was. Applying firmer pressure, Cat continued to massage his cock through his pants. Ryan's face was flush, his eyes big and bright, his breathing harder.
"I think we should go. What do you think?" Her voice was a soft whisper as her foot slid over his thigh and back to his throbbing member. With each caress of her foot, Cat felt her own body responding to the sweet torture. Her pussy was tingling, aching to be touched. Her breasts were sensitive against the edge of the table. Her nipples pressed hard against the material of her dress.
Ryan paid the check and quickly helped Cat from the table. As she rose, Cat looked down at his tenting pants. Ryan laid his arm around her waist, walking with her just barely in front of him, providing him cover for his rigid cock. As they approached the car, Cat knew she couldn't wait to taste him anymore. Turning slowly, her hands resting on his chest, she pushed them up to his shoulders. Cat pressed her body seductively against his, her breasts rubbing against Ryan's chest.
"Kiss me, Ryan. Taste me."
