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From across the table, she was glowing of a guilty innocence. His eyes would graze over her figure every chance she gave him, since he wanted to at least appear like a gentleman. When her gaze departed from his, he would glance down at her cleavage, which was surprisingly ample, given her petite stature. He would point his eyes to her neck, aching to grab her, pull her close, and kiss every inch of it. He would see her soft skin and wish to feel it against his lips, or at least his body. Their conversation continued across the table. Mostly, it was small talk meant to acquaint each other. Every now and again, a good story would come up, though, and he'd see a bit of her smile. Man, the rush he felt when she smiled- It had, over the period of this first meeting, become his addiction, punctuating his nervousness with passion. About a week ago, they started exchanging nervous conversation based on an online post. We shall, for the sake of the story, say that this post was petitioning a certain service that they were searching for, or offering- The nervous chat eventually became emboldened by a quasi-anonymity, but that was again shattered the very moment they met. Anyway- "I'm still a little nervous," she offered. "I can't say that I'm not, but it is a bit exciting." She wondered how she could get more to the point. Maybe this would help her feel better. "Do you have any- You know-" she began whispering, "fetishes?" A slight smile came across his face, and she saw it grow. He leaned forward, laying his hands on the table, with his palms up. He curled his fingers, beckoning her to lay her hands in his, which she did hesitantly. "I do- I very much do," he said. "But it is completely for your benefit." The warmth of his hands and his mysterious new grin intrigued her. They'd talked dirty via text, but never delved into this subject. She suddenly felt a wave of panic and excitement come at the same time. She both regretted the question and anticipated the mature women naked answer. "What could it be?" she thought. "What have you gotten yourself into?", replied the other half of her brain. For what seemed like minutes, her internal dialogue was stirring back and forth, both in wonderment and preparation for horror. Suddenly, it stopped. She summoned her bravery and questioned, "And what would that be?" His eyes fell to the table. "Shit!" she thought, "Maybe I should have left this question at home-" Her mind raced again with every possibility of what he could be thinking, then every creative permutation of the results. Her time stopped. Did she really want to know? His eyes again met hers, and his fingers tightened slightly. There was a flicker of something that excited her in his eyes now. He leaned forward and quietly uttered, "Can you do what I say, explicitly, and without question?" The excitement wave got stronger, but so did the panic wave. "Yes?" she barely uttered. "That sounds like a question, to which I have no response. I will ask again." His hands rotated to grab her wrists snugly, then he pinned them gently to the table. He leaned slightly more forward, and enunciated each word carefully, "Can you do what I say, explicitly, and without question?" She mustered all of her courage, and replied, "Yes." Inside, every alarm went off in her head. She'd read novels with this stuff, maybe poked around a few forums, but had neverthought to hand control over to a complete-well, not quite complete stranger. His entire demeanor changed as soon as the subject came up. Her chest tightened, and she began to get a familiar tingle. Was she really going through with this? All they'd agreed to was some cunnilingus, and perhaps reciprocation. Then again, she had teased him with reciprocating. She planned to, but was this his rebuttal? "Pick up your napkin, then stand up.", he said, releasing her hands. She did as he asked, looking around for anyone in the know. He curled his finger, calling her closer. She bent down, and he whispered in her ear, "Go to the bathroom. I want you to remove those panties. Then bring them to me, under the table. Kiss my cheek, then go." She kissed his cheek as he instructed, then headed for the ladies' room. On the way, she felt a surge of wetness that she hadn't initially noticed. He wasn't having this effect on her, was he? She had been teased before and, this time, this guy, seemed so in control. "Don't fuck this up, asshole." he muttered to himself. He hadn't played this role with any other girl. Sure, he'd thought about it, but this strangeness, the complete lack of precedent, gave him freedom to exercise this. Even he sat surprised at what had just transpired. "Play it cool." He sat back in his seat with every bit of faux confidence that he could gather. She slipped into a stall, and sat down on the lid of the toilet. Her mind was racing. nude mature women Her imagination flew at light speed to every possible situation. She also thought about slipping away into the night. It wouldn't be too hard. She laid her head in her hands and sighed in an exhilarated confusion. Then, she felt it. There was a coolness coming from her panties. She was turned on! Really turned on! She shimmied her hand up her skirt to remove her panties, and looked almost of confusion as she pulled her panties beautiful mature nudes slightly away from her skin. She rolled them down her legs, then over her shoes. Upon inspecting, she realized that she had been much wetter than she realized. Her heart raced a bit more at this discovery, and she then realized what she had to do. "Let's do this," she whispered to herself as she laid the moistened panties in the napkin. It wasn't for him that she wanted this. She wanted to see how this could feel, and it had been a little while since the pace of her job let her feel anything other than her fingers dancing over her skin, and even that had been a long while past. She sat down again at the table, now even more aware of the wetness gliding between her legs. She timidly handed the napkin to the grinning man under the table, and felt the last thread of it leave her hands as he took it. She sat back, and watched him. He unfolded the napkin to reveal her tiny black briefs. He imagined those briefs, and only that, on her otherwise naked body. God, how that must look. His finger slid into the crotch, and he could feel the cold against his finger. He knew that these weren’t every day panties. They had a purpose. "Looks like you were expecting someone," he said. "I could be." "Is what they say about black true?" "It could be," she answered through a half-cocked smile. "La Perla, huh? Who were these for?" "For me," she shot back, "but you can hold on to them if you like." "So they now belong to me?" he quipped. "Yes." "What about what they contained? Does that also belong to me?" "You can have it if you'd like." He pinched the fabric, then brought a finger to his mouth. He could taste her sweetness, or just a hint of it, on his tongue. She tasted amazing, and he couldn't wait for more. He noticed that he was also falling victim to his same cunning. His engorged cock throbbed against the fabric of his slacks as he pushed the moistened panties into his pocket. He could feel that he was beginning to leave a wet spot in his pants as well, but he had to press on. "I think I know exactly what I’d like for dessert," he told her. "Oh?" "Yes," he replied, "I saw another table order something. I think I’ll ask our waiter about it." She slinked back into her seat, dejected by his response. "I’m curious, though… There was something I didn’t see on the menu. Perhaps I can ask for a taste?" He raised one eyebrow towards her. "What, here?" she stammered. "How?" She hadn’t thought he would be so brave with this. "Why don’t you sit on my side of the table with me?" As she coyly moved over to the seat beside him, his eyes darted around the room. Everyone seemed to be going on normally, so there wasn’t any concern, but this was new, bold, interesting. He knew he had her, but he was just as wrapped up in it. "Stay calm," he told himself in his head. She sat down, adjusting her skirt, moving in her chair. She could feel the growing wetness, her pelvis had been tingling wildly for a few minutes, but it almost felt like it was on fire now. Her paranoia of the other diners’ awareness began to grow, but it was subsided slightly by an assurance that nobody could possibly know. This was just a date going well, wasn’t it? His hand met her thigh, sending a shiver up her leg. She wanted him to touch just as badly as she wanted to run, but her arousal kept her firmly planted in her seat. She looked down to see his hand moving upward and inward, brushing the skirt aside, inch by inch. "Eyes up," he commanded. "You don’t get to watch." His hand slid further. "Tell me more about…something." Her lips parted slightly, her eyes narrowed. He was only an inch or so away by this point, and she was aching for that first touch. She couldn’t think of a word to say while thinking of how to hide what was going on. She instinctively grabbed a napkin off the table and haphazardly draped it over his hand just before… Electricity… She startled slightly in her seat as his fingers slid over her wet labia. She bit her lower lip to stop the sharp exhale, or at least to stifle it. She could feel her body dropping every defense, and her mind ready to mount every offense here, in the restaurant. His finger grazed her clitoris, and she nearly jumped out of her seat. The explosions she was feeling at his fingertips were unreal, unlike any time she’d ever been with someone. She felt herself give in to his finger’s pressure, just when he said… "I think that’s interesting. Perhaps we should look into that," he said. His hand withdrew sharply, his fingers containing the sample he requested. "Will there be anything else this evening?" the waiter injected, taking his final steps to the table. "No, sir, I believe the bill will be good," he said. As the waiter walked away, he slid his moistened finger into his mouth to taste her. Oh, it was more delicious than before. His cocked smile and fiery eyes were his indication to her that he was pleased with his test. He couldn’t contain much more of this. His bulging cock was ready to burst forth from it’s trappings, his heart was racing, his mind only slightly hanging on… He had to have her. No. He had to be patient. "Now," he said, "you will get up, and go to your car. I will finish up here, and I’ll meet you outside, where I’ll follow you back to your place." She did as he demanded, excusing herself from the table. As she stepped outside, the wind caught just right in her skirt, and she finally felt how wet she really was. "Oh my God," she muttered, both shocked and amazed by the coolness again growing under her skirt. She was wet… She wasreally wet. Every emotion tripled in her body from this, and everything seemed to slow, just as he walked out behind her. She started walking towards him, determined to give him something. He hadn’t been teased! He hadn’t gone through this! It was her turn to show him that she maintained some control, and damn it, she was going to show him! Just a few steps away, she reached out and curled her fingers around his belt, then pulled him close to her. She started to kiss him deeply, her other hand reaching for the nape of his neck… "No." His monosyllabic return echoed in her head for a couple of seconds after he pulled away. As her hot mature women bloodthirsty urges dissipated, she noticed his hand, gently and firmly wrapped around her neck, craning it upwards to look into his eyes. "Get in your car now." ShibariWarrior