My dinner date was in an hour. I couldn’t decide between the simple black dress that hugged all my curves, or the white dress that looks fairly conservative. Gavin, the man I was seeing tonight, is a real estate developer. I’d met him once or twice through friends and wasn’t sure how to go. With a shock of inspiration, I went with the conservative white dress. Underneath it, though, was another story.
Looking in the mirror, I was satisfied. White makes me look so innocent, when underneath I’m all fire. Perfect for tonight. I was feeling sexy and like I needed to stir up a little trouble.
Gavin rang the bell at exactly 7:00. I grabbed my purse and opened the door. Yep, white was definitely the right choice. Gavin’s gorgeous blue eyes about popped out of his head. The drive to the restaurant in his car was filled with lots of sexual tension. He kept stealing glances at me from the side. For my part, I kept moving around so my skirt slid higher up my thigh. When we got to the restaurant, Gavin opened my door for me and was treated to an enticing view of my breasts down the neck of my dress.
Dinner was ordered and drinks were flowing. The conversation was just taking an interesting turn when dinner arrived. As I nibbled on the end of a bread stick, Gavin finally broke the ice.
“You know you are driving me crazy, don’t you?”
Looking the bright-eyed innocent, I rolled my tongue around the end of the bread stick before taking the tip slowly in my mouth.
“Crazy? Me?”
“Yes, you. You look amazing. You look sexy as hell, and now you’re making me hard as a rock with that bread stick. That isn’t friendly.”
I leaned over the table slightly so Gavin could see down the front of my dress.
“No, not being friendly would be to get you wound and do nothing about it. What I do about it depends on you.”
I think for the first time, Gavin realized just what was in store for him tonight.
“What do you mean, it depends on me?”
“Tell me what you want and maybe I’ll do it.”
“Anything?”
I smiled and licked my lips.
“Anything. Only, one condition, Gavin. You have to tell me now what you want me to do later.”
I took a sip of my wine, rolling my tongue along the edge of the glass and then slipping it over the edge.
Gavin looked around, checking to see if anyone else was close enough to hear him.
“What I want... I want to see you open that little white dress of yours, but not take it off. I like you in white. I want to see what you have on underneath that dress and then rip it off you. I’m going to sit back and watch you take my cock, which is rock hard now, between those naughty red lips of yours and suck it.”