The Dinner

Ann was busily scurrying around her bedroom as she prepared for her lover's invitation to dinner.  It was an anniversary, and she wanted it to be a very special evening.  Her lover had promised her a dinner at home, and she hoped it to be very romantic.

Accordingly, she chose her clothing carefully.  First her prettiest bra.  It was black, with delicate lacework, and supported her beautiful breasts to exhibit just a hint of cleavage.  The pattern of the lacework did not cover the sheerness of the bra, and her nipples could be seen slightly through the fabric.  The matching  panties and garter belt served to frame her torso in lace, and presented her body like a gift to the viewer, waiting to be unwrapped.

Then the stockings.  They were sheer and black, with a seam running down the back.  Viewed from behind, they drew the eye up, up to the ribbons that decorated her body.

She slipped on her silkiest burgundy dress.  It was just a bit shear in the bodice, and without a camisole, her bra could be seen offering promises for the evening.  The neckline cut down to reveal her cleavage, and of course, the perfume she wore emanated from the tip of the triangle it formed.  The dress came up to mid thigh, showing off her long legs, and the beautiful stockings. High heels accentuated the curves of her legs.  She felt very sexy.

To complete the outfit, she wore the simple black silk scarf that her lover had given to her.  He had strongly hinted that he hoped she would wear it.  She knew he would appreciate her attention to detail.

As she arrived at her lover's door, the smell of a sumptuous feast greeted her.  She had no idea how talented her lover really was.  What other secrets might he reveal to her?  She smiled, and walked in the door into his arms.

The table was set beautifully, with candlesticks and a delightful bottle of French burgundy.  Dinner was sumptuous, and as she felt the warmth of the wine course through her body, she reflected on the glow that her face must have, and begin to feel the familiar warmth inside her as she anticipated the romance for the evening. After all, her lover had promised her a romantic surprise.

When they moved to the soft leather couch, she was not disappointed.  He reached over and kissed her gently on the lips, the eyes, the nose, the chin, and then proceeded to move downward.  She started to kiss him back but he gently held her still, asking her without words to surrender to his caresses. She leaned her head back and surrendered.

As he kissed her neck, he undid the scarf.  He smiled, and took the scarf and twirled it into a roll, and then held it up to her eyes.  She giggled, and closed her eyes as he placed the scarf over them and secured it behind her head.  She felt very safe, but very aroused, as her vision was cut off.  What sensation would she feel next?  It was so erotic.

She felt his lips return to her neck and proceed down her neckline.  He dwelled on the area between her breasts as he gently licked the spot where the perfume was sprinkled, almost as if sipping nectar.  She longed for him to take her breasts in his mouth, she reached for his head to guide him, but he gently lifted her arms back over her head, and joined her hands behind her neck, indicating with a squeeze of her wrists that she should hold them there. Ann felt her breasts raised up by her arms in this position.  She was certain her nipples could be clearly seen erect through the fabric.  But still he did not touch them!

His arms now fell down her arms, down her sides and caressed her hips.  She held her hands and sucked on her lips as she waited for him to touch her loins.  But his hands continued down her hips, and did not stop until the edge of the silk of her dress! Her breathing was very heavy now, her breasts heaving, her hips involuntarily twisting as she felt her body open itself to her lover, her lower lips opening and waiting, waiting for her lover.

 Now he reached up her dress, his fingers lingering on her stockings, and stopping at the clasp of the garter belt.  He released the clasps that held the right stocking, and slowly pulled the fabric down her leg, allowing his finger to trace the line where the stocking seam had been.  At her foot, he  removed her heel, and freed her toes.  Her legs opened to beckon to him as he repeated the action on the other leg, all in slow motion.  Take me, she thought, but she didn't want to say a word. Nothing should disturb the trance that she was in as she felt the glorious sensations build.  She was so aroused.

She longed to put her hands on his head and draw him to her lips! It was all so slow, and each time she started to reach down, he gently guided her hands back to behind her head.  At last, he gently took a stocking and twisted it twice around each wrist, tying them together, gently, but securely.  He then took the other stocking and slipped it through her bound wrists, winding it under her arms and across her breasts, and then back up to her wrists before tying it to the other knot.  Her hands were fixed now, and her breasts seemed to display themselves even more prominently as they strained against the fabric of the nylon reaching across them.

Now his hands went back to her open legs.  She slid down in the couch, opening them for him, begging him to kiss her, to take her.  Her panties were soaked with her juices.  He gently parted her legs, and proceeded to blow on her panties, and then, just momentarily, he flicked his tongue across the damp fabric.  She gasped at the feeling.  She felt so helpless, but so wanton, ready to do anything if he would just take her.  Her wrists tested the workmanship of the knots, and found they were very well executed.  She was panting from his caresses, wanting him so badly.

She felt his fingers leave her thighs and go to the fastenings of her dress.  Slowly he undid the ties and clasps, and gently opened the fabric to view his present in her entirety.  Ann wanted to beg for release.

He undid the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts.  They sprung free and bounced as if to celebrate.  He rubbed the palms of his hands on her nipples.  She strained at her bonds, and let out a moan.  He then kissed each nipple, and slowly moved from side to side, then downward, downward, until she felt his tongue reach her navel.  He pulled the bows of her string panty and proceeded to pull it forward, allowing the sheer material to pull through her lips across her clitoris as he removed it.  Her body shook as if played by a bow!  Downward his tongue continued on its path, until at last it reached her clitoris.

With that Ann gasped.  Her hips were gyrating now of there own will, her lover kissing her clitoris, then sucking on it as if nibbling on fruit, then running his tongue up and down the length of her lips, plunging into the moistness.  Her body was shaking now, and her first climax started to take her as she writhed and screamed.

She didn't hear the rustle of clothing as he lowered his pants and took out his penis.  All her attention was consumed by his tongue, teasing, her hands unable to help him, her eyes unable to see his hands touching her breasts.  She could only feel his tongue on her body, feel his hands periodically squeezing and pinching her nipples, playing her like and instrument while she came and came and came...

And then he plunged into her with his penis!  She screamed at the intensity of the sensation as he took her.  Her body was impaled, her hands pulling with all her might against the unrelenting nylon, pulling the nylon that stretched across her breasts.  She gasped, and moaned in waves as her orgasm shook her soul.  His penis seemed to take on the rhythm of her breathing, as he moved it in and out of her vagina, faster and faster as her heart raced, her body writhing, until her moans were matched by those of her lover as he finally took his release and came with her.

The room suddenly became very quiet as her lover collapsed on her breasts.  Her waves of pleasure slowly subsided, and she could hear her heart beat once again.  Her lover reached up behind her neck, undid the stockings, and held her as she finally could wrap her arms around his head.

He was right.  Dinner was quite a wonderful surprise.