It's late in the summer and we have both been working way too much. We really haven't had much free time lately.
I have decided that I want to treat you to a night out, so I covertly plan a nice dinner out and who knows what else.
The date is finally here and I ask you to go up and take a nap for a couple of hours because I have a surprise for you tonight. You think I want to have sex, but when we get upstairs to rest, I tell you that we will not have sex now, and make you leave me alone so that we can both sleep.
I have set the alarm for 2.5 hours later, and we drift off to sleep. When we wake, we shower, and still, I do not let you touch me other than actually showering, and you wonder what I could possibly be planning.
I pick out your clothes, since you do not know what to wear for the occasion, and we both get dressed to go.
You know it must be pretty swanky for our normal routine, because you don't often see me in heels, and you don't mind wearing a jacket, but it's unusual for you to do so.
When we are ready, we go downstairs, and the doorbell rings. You open the door, and the first thing you see is a knockout of a woman, standing there in a black, skirted uniform and cap. She asks you if you are ready to go. Before you can even note the limo parked in the driveway behind her, you think, "You have no idea how 'ready to go' I am."
You can't help but stare at her, open mouthed and almost drooling.. she is beautiful.. long, thick red hair flows from beneath her cap and her eyes are the greenest ones you've seen other than mine. I come to the door, and you turn to me, speechless, as I say hello to her and tell her that we are all set to go. She turns from us and walks toward the limo, her heels clicking on the driveway, her incredible ass swishing hypnotically from side to side as she moves. You know I'm not the jealous type, and that I don't get upset that you openly show interest in other women, so you continue to watch her until she gets to the car and opens the limo door for us.
She is wearing a scent that makes your head a little light, and it lingers in the still summer air as we follow her path to the car.
I enter the car first, and you follow. We both notice the glimpse of the amazing cleavage beneath her jacket and white button down shirt when she bends into the car to show us the car's amenities and asks if there is anything else we would like before we leave the house. You look again at me, inquiring with your look too, and I tell her no, we're fine, and thank you. She closes the door and goes to the driver's door, gets in, and starts the car.
You ask me where we are going and I simply tell you that we are going to dinner and nothing more. You tell me that I look amazing and you turn to me and put your hand on my thigh. Even though I want you to take me right now, I tell you that we are not going to do anything to mess up my appearance before dinner. You tell me that finger fucking me won't mess up anything, but I still insist that you wait.
So, you relent, satisfied for now to sit next to me as we drink some champagne and relax during the ride.
When we arrive at the restaurant, she again opens the door for us and we go in to eat.
We have never been here before, but it has a reputation for being excellent. We are seated immediately as I have made reservations, and the waiter brings menus. The restaurant is set up so that there are no more than three small booths with tables in any one area, and for now, we are alone in our alcove. The tables are covered with floor length table linens and there are flowers and candles on each.