Our Meal Out
Date: 7/2/2016, Categories: Masturbation, Author: BenjaminMcQueen101, Source: LushStories
Sitting at the table I study you as you nervously pick at your salad. We are sat in a crowded restaurant at lunchtime on a busy Saturday afternoon, but we both know we're far off in a world of our own. 'Aren't you hungry?' I ask. Your cheeks seem permanently crimson, a sign of the effect I have on you I hope. Your voice fails a little as you reply. 'It's nice, just… ' I know as the words struggle to form that you are thinking of what I have asked you to do. After the alleyway I want to push you further but I feel it's my turn next. So you sit opposite me, in an outfit I've chosen, ready to play my game. I take a sip of wine and give you the signal, slowly you slip off your shoe and as it falls to the tiles with a sweet clink and I feel the excitement grow. Just the thought of your stockinged foot is driving me wild, I put down my fork and stare across knowingly. The legs were what I saw first, I remember following you around town one afternoon transfixed by those thin tubes tightly wrapped in black nylon. You see I've been planing all this for a while, planning on having you as my toy and moulding you into the perfect object of my desires. I feel your silky touch as your toes find their way up the inside of my calve gently winding a path towards my already growing dick. The first touch is amazing, like lightening striking my bulging head. The seam just below the toes radiates through my trousers and I can see the desire in your eyes, the will to play this risky game and to ...