An intimate restaurant. A quiet corner table. Linen tablecloths, candlelight and soft music. A very special night for both of us. Your body pressed against mine, dancing slowly together. Lost in each others arms. Our hands slowly caressing, unmindful of the others watching as we move to the sensual beat of the music. As the song comes to an end, your hands move to cup my face gently.

My eyes slide closed as you lean forward and take my lips with yours. A kiss filled with tender passion, a promise of what is yet to be. Our eyes meet across the table as I take a sip of wine. The flavor blossoms on my tongue and I cant help a soft sound of pleasure from escaping. You smile in return, your fingers reaching to brush mine for a moment. The warmth of your touch sends a shiver through my body. The waiter serves our dinner without intruding and soon were sharing delicious food. Laughing and smiling as we offer each other tastes, the wine adding to the heat between us.

Decadent chocolate. A dessert shared. The silky rich texture an erotic delight as we lean forward to kiss, our tongues stroking and playing, passing the delightful flavor back and forth.

As our kiss ends I look deeply into your eyes and I can see the passion growing there. I smile mischievously and take your hand with mine. Our movements shielded by the tablecloth, I place your hand on my thigh. The heat of your touch through the sheer silk of my hose is electric. My small soft hand covering your hand, so much bigger and stronger than mine, yet so gentle.

I guide your touch higher, gasping softly as your fingers brush the bare skin above my stocking. My hand tightens on yours, pushing your fingers higher still, my eyes on yours, watching your expression, waiting for you to discover my secret. I'm rewarded, as your eyes widen with surprise, then narrow with pleasure as you feel the wetness coating my inner thigh. I shift slightly in my seat and part my thighs for you as your fingers dip deeper, reach further, parting the wet lips of my bare softness to stroke and caress. I can feel a wave of heat rising within me as the sensations intensify. My eyes slip closed, my head tilting back, lips slightly parted, breathing faster as your fingers grow bolder, my thighs parting further, encouraging you, demanding silently, for more. I can hear my own wetness as your fingers stroke and circle my hard swollen personal place, the sound arousing me even further. Small soft sighs are escaping my lips with every breath as I shift in my seat, turning my body away from the room, as I feel the heat inside me, rising fast. I shudder as a wave of pleasure wells up within.

I struggle to hold back the sounds of my approaching orgasm as I feel your fingers start to grind and stroke harder. Your touch is all knowing. Steady and sure and unrelenting, bringing me to the summit. I fight to maintain some outward composure. while inside my body implodes.

Hot waves of pleasure wash over me and as I loose myself in the sensations I gasp and shudder softly, my juices filling your palm, your fingers coaxing another shudder as your touch gentles again.

My eyes slowly open and I turn to see you staring at me intently.

Your eyes are dark with passion.

There's a flush staining your cheeks. Slowly you withdraw your fingers and tilting your face away from the room, I watch as your tongue tastes my juices.

I reach over the table and take your hand in mine and draw it to my lips, as if to kiss your palm, my tongue too reaching out to taste.

We lean forward and kiss, our tongues sharing the pungent sweetness. We draw apart, aware that our kiss is growing inappropriate. I smile and lean forward again, this time to whisper to you. "The night has just begun, love."