Her hands trembled in anticipation as she put on her mascara. 'Jeeze, Quinn, get it together,' she thought to herself trying to calm her nerves. She stepped back to admire her naked body in the full length mirror; her hands trailing her auburn hair, caressing her prodigious breasts, the supple curve of her hips, her firm long legs. She had to admit that she looked pretty sexy for 38. Snapping back to reality, she looked at the clock and realized Jack would be expecting her in an hour. They were going to the upscale restaurant of Chicago. Naked, she walked into her closet and grabbed the black dress that hugged all of her curves perfectly. But it's what's under the dress that makes the outfit, she thought as she grabbed the lingerie bought especially for tonight; a black lacy bra, garter, and thigh highs...no panties she thought as she felt the warmth rise inside her.
Sitting on the bed, she slowly started putting a thigh high on, enjoying the silky feel of it against her skin. As she made it to her thigh her fingers continued trailing up to the warmth of her center. What can it hurt, she thought? I still have almost an hour before I need to be in the lobby. Slowly and with purpose, she swirled her finger around her clit before delving deep in the warm wetness of her cleft. She laid back, succumbing to the bliss that was overtaking her body as her finger worked in and out, taking her wetness and rubbing it around her clit. Her nerves come to full alert, her body tenses as she lingers on the brink of orgasm. 'Not yet,' she thinks. 'I'd just like to enjoy this feeling for a few seconds longer,' when suddenly everything explodes into bright light and her entire body starts to tingle. Her hips involuntarily thrust against her hand as she's in the throes of orgasm. She stays on the bed for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow, her fingers enjoying the wetness of her pussy.
Maybe I should make Jack come up here instead of meeting him in the lobby, she thought, before abruptly nixing the idea. They had reservations and he would be upset if she wasn't ready (even if she was naked). That's all right though; she had a pleasant surprise for him. Quickly and efficiently, she finished getting dressed and admired the finished product in the mirror. Yep, she really did look sexy for 38. At 7:00 on the dot, she walked into the lobby to see Jack standing there. The look of amazement on his face caused a warm smile to cross her face. The smile grew when she felt the hardness in his pants as she leaned in for a quick kiss. 'The car is waiting,' he murmured after her lips left his.
They arrived at LaFontaine and she was delighted to see there wasn't a huge crowd. 'This will be a wonderful dinner and I'm most excited,' she said to Jack as they stepped from the car. She asked him if they could have one of the corner tables, explaining that the candlelight would create wonderful ambiance. Delightedly he agreed and the Maitre D led them to the round table in the far corner of the restaurant, where he lit the candles and poured them each a glass of wine before leaving them to review the menu.
Quinn slid next to Jack and took a sip of wine. She browsed the menu, decided what she wanted, and asked him to order for her so she could go to the powder room. With a quick peck on the cheek and a brush of her hand across his crotch, she rose and went to freshen up. Looking in the mirror, she thought am I really going to do this?? The excitement gave her butterflies. She regrouped and went back to the table, sliding in to sit right next to Jack again. I ordered for you, he informed her as he kissed her hand before guiding it to his lap. Thank you, she said as she gave his thigh a gentle squeeze before resting her hand on his cock. Slowly she began stroking him through the fabric of his pants. She watched the look of surprise on his face turn to enjoyment and excitement as his cock grew hard beneath her hand. The thought of his hardness made her pussy wet and her clit ache.
