Your
partner was having a dinner party, and you had asked me to accompany you.
Excited about going out, I dressed in the beautiful green silk dress
you liked so much, the one that fit my every curve like a caress.
The only jewelry being the elegant gold collar you had given me last
Christmas, a simple pair of gold dangle earrings, and my anklet.
The dress having a scoop neck, and low cut back, showed off my collar
beautifully, and the high hemline and my high heels showed off my legs as
well. You looked exquisite in
your black suit. I ached to touch You, my heart skipping a beat as I looked at
you.. warming to the look of pride and approval, of your little slave, in your
eyes as they gaze upon me. Holding
your hand out to me, I take it as we head to the party.
In
the car, I shiver as your hand slips under my dress caressing my inner thigh.
I begin to squirm in my seat, my nipples hardening against the silky green
material. My hair cascading over my shoulders tickling the sensitive
tips thru the material.. you smile a wicked smile as your fingers reach up and
tweak each nipple, making them ache and harden more.
You lean in to kiss me just as we arrive at the party. I whimper in
need, but with the warning glance you give me, I quiet down and take your hand
as you lead me into the party.
As
the night progresses, you glance in my direction every now and then, smiling
that wicked smile, knowing how it makes me shiver in need, and my nipples get
hard again, keeping them constantly aching for relief.
My nipples not the only part of my body aching for relief, my panties
now so wet, my juices slip down my thighs.
Whimpering inside, I just know you have been teasing me all night and
keeping me on this edge of sexual arousal.
After
a glass of wine, I become a bit bolder myself, as with each glance you send my
way, I send one of my own.. wetting my lips as my tongue slides sensuously
over them, or trailing a finger down my throat, over my collar, and down
between my breasts. Then I would
smooth my dress over my shapely ass.. pulling the material up slightly with
just a hint of the shadow of my upper thighs and cheeks.
And then upon seeing the warning look in your eye, smiling and turning
back to the person I was talking to. As
the night progressed I became even more bold, walking by you and without
anyone else seeing it, would run my hand caressingly over your cock, feeling
the slightest of stirrings each time. Then
I would slip away quickly before you can bring me to task on my boldness.
At
one point you notice me slip away to the ladies room and then return a short
time later. Thinking nothing of
it, you continue your conversation with your partner.
With your back turned away from me, you don’t notice till I am right
beside you, that I have slipped my hand in your pocket and whispering softly
in your ear, "will you please hold this for me Sir?" And with that I walk away again, not looking back until I am
on the other side of the room, engaging your partner’s wife in conversation.
Then turning toward you with a sweet smile, I watch as you slip your
hand into your pocket, your fingers feeling and registering what I have placed
in your pocket... my soaked panties. Your
eyes find mine, and with a smoldering look, they bore through me with what??
Approval, anger?? Your face so
unreadable at times, I shiver with anticipation at what you will do now.
But fortified with a second glass of wine, my eyes never leave yours as
I bring my finger up to my lips and suck it into my mouth, licking it like I
want to do you.
Your
look smolders, then you frown, but try to regain control of your conversation
with your partner, dismissing me for the moment.
You try to hide the hardness rising in your pants.