Let me taste you

I walked right by her noticing she had looked my way. I saw her outfit, how tight it was. The material clung to her full frame like second skin and that made me peek her way a second time. She continued her conversation playfully licking her lips and glancing my way.  I pretended not to see her as her hair swept her shoulder while her head nodded.  I don’t have time for any more hook-ups I thought heading to my seat. I just wanted to eat dinner in peace and contemplate this last hookup. I am so tired of men leaving me, I swear if I had a dollar for every breakup. I leafed through my menu as the soft tone of Barry White filled the restaurant’s atmosphere. 

“From the lady in the blue,” the waiter said placing a glass of red wine and card down in front of me. Umm this lady is really persistent. I put down the menu, raised the glass in her direction, and smiled. When I looked down at the card it read: Let me taste you. 

Now, I’m not one to have relationships with woman but the way this lady looked at me was different. I stared into her eyes as she mouthed that her date had left. She reached over and picked up a piece of ice out of the champagne bucket. She slowly guided the ice around her lips and down her chin all while looking at me. It was the two of us in that section of the restaurant, alone, she had my full attention. 

She trailed the ice down her chest and cleavage licking out her tongue, then back up to her mouth. She played with the ice in her fingers with her tongue, flicking and sucking on it. Watching her made the temperature rise between my thighs. I started to imagine her tongue caressing my pearl, moving in and out of my wetness. My face was still but under the table my juices had already started to flow. She watched me and made every inclination that she wanted to be inside me.  I couldn’t believe no one around us saw her; honestly I don’t even care because I wanted to feel her. She started to make her way over to my booth, walking slow and sexy.

“ I told my date to leave,” she said in a smooth sexy voice that made the inside of my thighs shake. She scooted in closer to me in the booth and whispered in my ear, “ I told him to leave so I can taste you.” I squeezed my insides tight, contracting my muscles.  Holding the menu up in front of her she started to ease her tongue in my mouth.