Saturday Night Out - Sex Stories

Saturday Night Out

... slides upwards ever so slightly, pulling her dress up a fraction of an inch as she moans slightly, biting her bottom lip. After a few more seconds of heart pounding, sweet torture I remove my hand leaving her aroused. The waitress appears a few seconds after, an attentive look on her face again. " Do you come here often?" Giada asks casually. " I own this establishment." I smirk, " They carry what I want." She knew it! She shifts in her seat, hoping to hide the heat between her legs. My eyes slide over her body as the heat liquefies in her stomach, travelling lower and lower with my gaze. " You have a magnificent figure, Giada." I admire softly, sliding my hand to her leg again. I stay on the top, sliding up and down her smooth skin. I smirk as I look down at my hand but whatever thought ran through my mind I didn't share it. " Thank you." Giada licks her dry lips and bits her bottom lip. " Mmm...you'll need to eat all your steak, Giada." My lips curve up into a half-smile as I finish my scotch. " You'll need your strength tonight." Giada nearly melts at the thought. She wants to say something witty that made me feel like she did but anything she may have said is drowned by my hand between her legs. She moans softly as my pinky brushes up against the very thin material of her lace panties. Her hands clench the edge of the table and the seat under her. My arm twists as I cup her hot pussy with my hand, squeezing very lightly and releasing. Giada nearly bits through her ...

... bottom lip, gasping and peering out through the open curtains - no one is looking but that didn't mean they wouldn't. The food came quickly and I released her. Giada sighs in relief and frustration - for the first time in her life she wants more. She makes an impatient sound sliding her hand onto my leg but I caught her wrist in a steely grasp fixing her with a dangerous glare. Her heart pounding in her ears as she realizes her boundaries. " Eat your dinner, Giada." I growl in a low warning. She looks at the steak; it looks mouthwatering but I look better. She sighs and picks up her fork and knife - I promised her, she will need her strength and from the expression on my face she didn't want to push her luck on her first full night with me. Our other two trysts were two or three hours together. Tonight will be the first time together all night at my place. Besides, she really didn't know what to expect. Her stomach flips all through dinner and the food is incredible, she barely tasted it. Her mouth is too dry and through dinner she feels my gaze on her, lighting her skin on fire. When I finished, she only had a few bites left and she ate them slowly, small little pieces of juicy steak, dainty, and melting on her tongue. She glances up at me seeing me watching her with a little half-smile and a raised eyebrow. I know exactly what she is doing - lingering on her fork with a contemplative look. She is stalling and trying so hard to be seductive all at the same time. Are you quite ...