Seth took me to Venice today. The restaurant is well known for its Italian dishes and wonderful bread. While I’m sure the food was superb, my attention was elsewhere, my body hungry for Seth.
Before we left the house, I had already worked out a plan in my mind of how the night was going to play out. I wore my red halter dress and matching shoes, with nothing else underneath.
I was such a devil. I finally let myself lose just a little bit of the control I try so hard to maintain all of the time. It felt freeing, and I couldn’t help but walk seductively, knowing what the night would hold.
When we arrived, I scanned the restaurant, noticing that the tables had fancy red satin tablecloths, their length reaching just above the floor. It was the perfect cover for what I had planned. Before I could go through with my plan, I had to get him ready, hard, and wanting. With Seth, that’s never been a problem. There’s always a hunger between us that leaves each of us craving more.
Pushing my chair as close to the table as possible, I slipped the shoe off my right foot, lifted my leg, and rested my heel on his hard thigh.
Seth didn’t even flinch, but his eyes told the story. His eyes are so expressive; they burned with desire then, lifting my own yearning higher. He narrowed his gaze and swiped his tongue across his bottom lip.
Gathering my nerve, I pushed my foot slowly to the front of his dress pants, stroking his rigid length with my toes. His eyes were half closed, his deliciously wicked lips parted, his breath coming out in rapid pants. My pussy creamed at the way he watched me, and I can only hope that I didn’t end up staining my dress. But it would be a small price to pay for such desire.
Up and down, I caressed his cock until it felt like it would burst from his zipper. Open your pants, I mouthed to him, dropping my foot slightly to give him space. I caressed his balls with my toes until he did as I asked.
Seth did it rather quickly. I smiled, showing my approval. Slowly, I brought my foot back.
Oh, how I love this man’s cock. It’s absolutely the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen. I have to remember to get a ruler out one day and measure him, just for fun. The thickness is as wide as my wrist, and he has a delicious vein on the underside that throbs when he’s fully aroused.
Did I mention there’s nothing better than a circumcised man? The head open, the slit moist with desire. My mouth watered for him, and I had to reach out and take a sip of my champagne to calm the flush of heat that shot through my body as my foot touched his hot, naked dick.
The waiter came over to take our orders. Seth did all the talking, while I did all the stroking. His hands fisted as I ran my foot up and down his length, but his words were strong and commanding.
As the waiter left, another hot idea came to my mind and suddenly the caressing wasn’t enough. I brought my foot down, slipped the other heel off quickly, and pushed my chair slightly back. There was just enough space between me and the table to slip right underneath.
I caught Seth’s surprised look before I lifted the tablecloth, fell to my knees, and positioned myself between his legs. I went right to work, knowing the waiter could catch us at any time. The idea didn’t bother me as much as it should have. Maybe it was because this was tame compared to what I really wanted him to do to me. But that was a fantasy I didn’t have the guts to reveal.
I swallowed his dick, enthusiastically sucking his hot, satin flesh. He tasted musky, rich, and all male. I grabbed his balls, rolling the sac and tightening my hands around his cock at the base, while showing him how far I can really deep throat.
He was fucking my mouth then with short, shallow strokes. He came with a low growl, his cock reaching the back of my throat. I swallowed, drinking all of his hot semen, carefully making sure that none of it spilled, relishing the power that flowed through my body.
He never stood a chance against me.
I’ve never been in love before. My heart bursts with joy just thinking about him. The love I feel for him makes me feel like I can do anything…be anything I want to be.
But there are things I dream about…things I want to do with him. If he only knew of my cravings…my deep, dark appetites. If he only knew…