Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... she asked with a dangerous grin. "What's going through your mind?"

"On top of the world, to be honest. Just hit it out of the park professionally, And now? I'm sitting with one of the most beautiful young women I have ever seen." She smiled seductively.

"Oh? Do go on," she laughed, taking a sip with lively eyes sparkling over the rim of her champagne glass.

Our conversation became flirty, but soft - not wanting anyone sitting nearby to hear too much. The Selosse was disappearing and both of us were beginning to feel that warm glow that bubbly induces. I initially resisted touching her smooth skin, but as we became more comfortable in our champagne cocoon, I began to make subtle touches when making a point or trying to emphasize a comment. She showed no signs of backing away and soon my fingers were remaining on bare skin a bit longer than they should have. My God, her skin was smooth and warm.

As the bartender poured the last of the champagne I thanked him and signaled the maître d' that we were ready for our table. We followed her to a very private table in the corner. I followed Gracie and couldn't keep my eyes off the tight twitch of her superb bottom. My God, this young lady was well put together.

We sat at the corner of our table for four -- me to Gracie's left. The high cotton white tablecloth did a wonderful job of covering our thighs. We were hungry, but also wary of eating anything heavy. We both decided on fish and I ordered a nice ...

... Bourgogne.

Our conversation returned to more personal matters and soon my hand was touching bare Gracie skin again. Our table was situated so we had relative privacy and could always see our waitress coming toward our corner. I had hoped we might have some ability to play with this seating arrangement, and we did.

I began to ask Gracie more personal questions about boyfriends and relationships. Something struck me as we ate our meal and started talking about more intimate subjects. Gracie had a certain innocence to her beauty. Maybe it was the lines of her face or the youthful lilt of her voice. It might have been her somewhat conservative demeanor or even the petite stature of her incredible body. But there was no mistaking that the first impression this young lady gave was of an innocent, intelligent girl-next-door, while at the same time being sultry and seductive. Perhaps that was the dichotomy that made her so attractive in general -- the contrast of her perceived innocence and her devilish naughty side. It continued to emerge the more we talked.

As the wine took hold and the evening progressed I came to find out the truth about Gracie. I discovered she was bisexual, that at her tender age of 21 she'd had more partners than I would have guessed and that she had a distinct preference for older men. The more we talked, the deeper we went and the more intrigued and aroused I became.

"So, let me get this straight, Gracie," I whispered as our dinner was drawing to a close and I ...