J's Story - Sex Stories

J's Story

Frisky. That was the only way to describe how she felt. Normally, on date night, she just longed for the control and discipline he provided. She prepared carefully as she always did for their dates. She took her time in the bath, washing slowly, shaving her legs and... other areas, warming the water as it cooled which refreshed the scent of the oils she'd added. She let out the water and dried off rubbing lotion all over herself without lingering though she wanted to. That would be for him to do tonight. She slid on her brand new underwear and his favorite garter belt and stockings and that almost too short, sexy, red dress and sat down to do her hair and put on makeup. She went a little heavy on the eyes since he liked that so much. He was prompt as always and she tried to keep from skipping down the sidewalk when he arrived. He opened the door for her with a look that made it clear he approved of her wardrobe choice and his gaze lingered as her dress rode up and showed the top of her stockings and garter. She smiled, happy to have pleased him, and started thinking about how she could continue to do so throughout the night. The ride to the restaurant was short and they didn't speak much, just him asking if she enjoyed the music and her replying that she did. When they arrived, somehow, he was out of the car and opening her door before she even realized he'd parked the car. He offered her his hand to help her out and placed it on his arm as they walked in, placing his hand ...

... over hers in a somehow gentle but possessive way. He smiled at the hostess and asked for a table for two. She was a little unhappy with how friendly the young hostess was but relaxed as he kept looking in her eyes instead of at her. And she couldn't be too upset because the table they got was out of the way and as private as you could get in this restaurant. Perfect for her plan, she thought, as he pulled out her chair. He seemed to relax as they ate and they laughed and talked together for a while. When she felt like he was least expecting it, she lowered her eyes and slipped her foot out of her shoe and slid it across the way to his thigh. He barely showed anything on his face but mentioned the word "inappropriate" quietly. She smiled and slid her foot farther up, stroking back and forth along his inner thigh and not gently either. She was almost giggling as she heard the words "severe" and "consequences" but she continued her assault, moving her foot up as far as she could when the waiter returned to ask about dessert. He was about to say "No, thank you" when she piped up and asked what they had. She was impressed that he kept his cool completely during the conversation since she could feel that her efforts were exciting him. He ordered something sweet and chocolate and excused himself to the restroom, carefully keeping his hands in front of him as he left. She almost laughed out loud until her phone buzzed and she saw it was a text message from him. "Your behavior has been ...