I had a special surprise planned for my girlfriend, Jane, on one particular Valentine's weekend a few years ago. Valentine's Day fell on a Monday, so people were spreading out their special get-togethers over the weekend before. Friday night was our planned date. We both took the afternoon off to have plenty of time to get ready.
I bought Jane a special outfit to wear on our date. I left the Macy's gift box on her bed after she had gone to work that Friday morning. I wrote her a short love note, put it on the box, and left. I would be picking her up at 6:30.
I went to work on the rest of the plans.
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At a little after 6:00 there was a knock at my door. It was the limo driver. His black stretch Town Car was behind him in my driveway. He looked the part. I put the studs in my white tux shirt, splashed on some cologne and left.
He opened the door for me revealing a rich, deep blue interior with thick, plush carpeted floors, dark leather seats and soft lighting. Very nice. There was a bottle of bubbly chilling in an ice bucket to the side.
"What kind of music would you like?" the driver asked.
"Smooth jazz"
The car glided forward as the smooth sounds of Kenny G's saxophone filled the car. I closed the privacy barrier and settled in my seat taking in the luxurious feel of my surroundings, imagining the steamy romantic evening I had in mind.
We pulled in front of Jane's house. The driver rang her bell and waited. I watched from my private viewing area. She came to the door wearing her new black dress. It was clingy and came down just below her knees. It had a high vent on one side rising to just below her hip. Her legs, highlighted with the sheerest of black nylon, were teasingly visible as she walked toward me. I could hear the click clack of the heels of her ankle-strapped black pumps. Yum...too classy.
The driver opened the door and Jane poured herself next to me. Her vented dress fell away revealing the sensual curves of her legs. My heart skipped a beat.
"Nice gift." She purred as she caressed her hand over her hips and down her thighs, stroking her stockings. I popped the cork of our champagne and filled our glasses.
We toasted our relationship and settled into some heavy petting. Jane's body was easy on the eyes and a pleasure for the hands. We embraced passionately as our tongues probed deep past each others lips. I caressed her perky breasts as my left hand settled firmly on the back of her neck... fingertips lightly caressing her hairline and behind her ear.
I slid my right hand under the scooped neckline of her dress making contact with her heaving chest. The dress was a tight, clingy fabric so she went sans a bra - very nice. My fingertips stroked softly around her firm breast. Her breathing deepened as she turned toward me. I stroked soft little circles around her nipples. They perked to attention.
We continued kissing and stroking for a few minutes...
deeper breathing... warm tingles.
I eased my hand out of her dress and stroked my fingertips over her curves... caressing my way down her hourglass waist... slowly over her hip... our tongues rolling around each other.
I made contact with the hem of her dress and slid my fingers sensuously under. They made contact with the smooth feel of her stockings on her upper thigh. I caressed her leg with long, slow strokes... making contact with her knee... forming light circles around the back of her leg...
slowly working higher...
meandering around the bottom of her ass to the front of her upper thigh... slowly caressing higher still to her mound.
My fingers made contact with her soft tufts of hair through the sliced open cotton panel of her stockings. She moaned deeply as I dipped a fingertip in. She was oozing with excitement.
I brought my wet finger to her button and messaged it slowly, using firm small circles. She breathed deep and ground her chest into mine. I eased my finger back into her wetness and eased out. I dipped a second finger in and probed deep messaging her g-spot. She writhed in pleasure.
I eased my well-lubed fingers out of her and brought them to her lips. She kissed them as I messaged her juices into her lips. I slid them into the warm recesses of her mouth... she moaned as she licked and sucked her own horny nectar from my fingers. My cock was throbbing hard as I watched her work on them...I could only imagine what she may want to do with my cock.
Just then the limo stopped. The driver opened the door and we were at our first destination. Jane looked quizzically at me.
"Italian" I grinned as I got out first. I watched Jane's sexy legs pour out of the limo followed by her petite curvy body. Mmmmmmmmm... Jane took my arm as the driver closed the door behind us.
We entered the restaurant and went to the lounge. Reservations were in 30 minutes. We sat in a corner booth that offered a little privacy. Jane slid in next to me.
While waiting for our drinks and a table, we noticed lots of couples mingling throughout the lounge. We turned our gaze to each other. My hand slid under the table and made contact with her thigh through the vent in her dress. The feeling of silky smooth nylons on her legs was driving me to think of nothing but licking her pussy through her stockings. I couldn't get the vision from my mind. I gazed in her eyes with increasing desire. We kissed as I made contact again with her exposed mound. She was oozing wet. I eased my fingers into the folds of her pussy and lubed my fingers.
While still lightly kissing her, I brought my wet fingers up and caressed lightly behind her ear... meandering around her jawline... slowly turning my fingers down her neck. The glisten of her juices followed the trail of my fingers from behind her ear to just above her cleavage. The scent of arousal. She moaned lightly in pleasure as I retraced the path back to behind her ear.
I eased back and surveyed the lounge scene. Jane's hand was rubbing high up my thigh... brushing against the bulge straining against my black jeans. I could tell she wanted to get her hand around it.
We noticed a couple at the end of the bar. They were making out. While they were kissing, the woman was watching us out of the corner of her eye. She didn't see me spotting her, but I could tell she enjoyed the suggestive show.
By now the waiter was at our booth uncorking the wine. After pouring our glasses, he left. I glanced back to the couple at the bar. The man had his hand firmly planted between his date's thighs. I saw her eyes close as he pressed his fingers into her. It wasn't obvious - the woman was wearing a fluffy full-length skirt and the man's hand was well hidden by her jacket on the back of her barstool.
I glanced back to Jane. She was watching, too.
"Voyeur" I whispered in her ear as I put her hand into the opening of my pocket. I pressed her wrist forward to go further. She was puzzled at first, then her face gave way to a grin of delight as she discovered I had completely cut out the pocket. Her hand slithered immediately to my stiff cock. She started a slow stroking action with her fingers. No one could tell what was going on because of the dim lighting and my dark pants (or so I thought).
I glanced over to the pair at the bar. The guy was gone and the woman was by herself looking our way.
I got up to use the men's room. As I entered, the guy from the bar was coming out. He held the door open.
"Thanks."
He nodded and went on his way.
On the way back I checked to see how long before a table would open.
"Well... a lot of couples want to wait for the dueces. It'll probably be another 30 to 40 minutes... but, we can seat you now if you don't mind a larger table. It's more private..."
I glanced back to where she was pointing.
"Perfect..." I said.
It was toward the far end of the dining room with candle light and subdued lighting. The section was for larger tables. There were high plants arranged in a manner that added to the privacy of the seating.
I went back to the booth. Jane was gone... "ladies room" I thought.
I sat and sipped on the last of my wine. The couple at the bar were leaving to be seated. They had their hands all over each other. Handsome couple with nice bodies.
I went to wait at the hostess station to catch Jane on her way back to the lounge.
"Hey you..." she said as she tapped me on the shoulder.
