Tonight, I thought back to a near perfect dinner date.  He was a new friend, and we had reservations at the lovely Fleur de Lys restaurant in our own private cabana-style seating area.  This allowed for almost complete privacy when the draperies were closed around us, lending to a very intimate, romantically sexy vibe.  We planned on a very leisurely meal as the dining experience at such an establishment is meant to be savored.  In fact, we anticipated savoring the full course of the evening…

We were enjoying apéritifs, small bites and getting to know each other with light hearted and playful banter.  Soon after placing our dinner orders and the arrival of our Champagne, we were becoming exceedingly comfortable together.  I found myself edging closer to him, and he to me.  As I am a tactile person, I love to touch and be touched, and am often incredibly turned on by feeling smooth textiles against my skin.

First it was his silk herringbone sport jacket gently rubbing against my exposed arm every now and again, as I was wearing a classic black halter dress.

Then it was the smooth fabric of his pants brushing against my thigh, ever so gently pushing my dress further and further up my leg each time we had a good laugh, which was often.  While my dress didn’t hike up enough to flash him my panties, or lack thereof, it was an incredibly erotic feeling to not only have my upper thigh exposed beneath the tablecloth but to also feel the sleek fabric of his slacks slip-sliding against my tender flesh.

After our exquisitely delicious meal and wonderful conversation, we wandered into the casino to play Craps but it was obvious that we were both incredibly distracted.  I had my hands wrapped around his arm not only because I was incredibly turned on by just being with him, but also that oh-so-subtly erotic sensation of that material against my skin.  When I wasn’t holding his arm, it was wrapped around my waist, and he would pull me in tighter with each roll of the dice.

It got to the point of being too much and we headed up to our room.

We were like hormonal, out of control teenagers, deep kissing, neck licking and fumbling our way toward the bedroom.  The suite was dim, illuminated by low glowing overhead lights and the glimmer of the Vegas strip gently seeping in through the sheer draperies.  Standing in front of the bed, still kissing and caressing, I whispered, “Undress me.”  I stood before him, untied my halter and held my arms above my head.  I didn’t budge, aside from my breathing hard;  I just looked into his eyes and waited for him to disrobe me.

He gathered the hem of my dress and peeled it up slowly over my body and my head, then gently draped it across a chair.  I stood completely naked before him, left only in my 3 inch Manolos.  While I had brought a special lingerie set to wear for him, the heat between us was too intense and my body was aching to be caressed and touched some more.  The lingerie would have to wait.

I threw the bed linens back and leaned onto my shoulders, my bottom at the edge of the bed, as he knelt on the ground in front of me.  I was practically heaving for breath as I watched him unbuckle one shoe at a time, then slide each of his hands up my legs.  He grabbed hold of my knees and pushed my legs wide open while I kept my feet together on the floor, sitting spread eagle, my legs creating a diamond shape in front of him. I felt my juices practically running down my thighs, and I sensed I was glistening in the dim light when I heard him let out a small groan as he gently opened my thighs even wider, his gaze clearly focused on my bare cunt.

My hand instinctively slid down to my hips and he began undressing, his eyes scanning me up and down, from my hands that slowly crept to my heaving mound, up to my belly taught with sexual desire, up to my fully erect nipples, my face with my full lips gaping from my heavy breathing and my eyes wide with the excitement of watching him watch me.  I anticipated his next move, even anticipated the weight of the air between us…