Our date

He called me during my lunch break two days ago, as soon as I heard his ring the butterflies in my heart started to flutter around again. I answered, knowing that we were going to be together later. A dinner date, not unusual for us, especially after a long day of work and school. We arranged our time, our place and then he made one request he's never made before... that I not wear any panties.

It's a small restaurant, still a little early for the dinner rush. We've been there plenty times before, it's become one of our favourite places, right between his job and school for me. As we walk in, the waitress recognizes us and we sit in our normal booth, we slide into the seat together, and I cross my legs as his hand takes it's place on my knee. I smile at him, and watch as he unfolds the menu, we both look it over, trying to decide what we want. After ordering our drinks, we spoke until our food came... discussing all the aspects of our days, our plans for the weekend.

He asked me to kiss him, just gently, softly. I love the feeling of his lips on mine, the warmth passing through him to me, his hand cradling my head, his fingers tracing the base of my head. He tells me he loves knowing that I'm not wearing any panties for him, that I trust him like I do. His hand running along the insides of my thighs, uncrossing them as he fumbles with the string on my sweatpants. My legs open automatically at his touch and I can feel the wetness building between my legs, my lips beginning to get hot anticipating his fingers.

Our waitress brings the food we ordered, completely oblivious to the fact that under our table, he is touching me, his strong finger separating my lips, and I moan, longing for his touch. I pull his face closer to mine, kissing his lips before moving to his cheek, whispering in his ear how much I want to feel him inside me.

He pulls his hand away from my throbbing pussy, and he tells me to wait. Tells me that I need to long for him, and that I need to wait until he takes me home. That now we should enjoy our dinner. I already miss his touch, my sweatpants wet beneath my lips... wet for him. We eat our dinner, and he keeps his hand on my crossed legs, we talk, and I relish the feeling of his heavy hand on my leg. I belong to him, and I always will.