At the restaurant and after

I invited you to a quiet, cozy restaurant where there aren't many people and a pleasant semi-darkness reigns. The waiter lit two candles on our table, you're reading the menu, and I'm admiring your smile and your hairstyle—you styled your hair so beautifully... You gently nudge me under the table with the tip of your shoe: as if to say, come on, read the menu, don't just stare at me!

We order a couple of dishes that we hope will be very tasty. The waiter opens the red wine and fills our glasses. The cherry-red liquid sparkles in the flicker of the candlelight and the glasses chime softly as they touch—we're toasting to a wonderful evening. I watch as your

elegant, thin lips touch the rim of the glass—as if in a kiss—and you taste the wine: it's pleasantly cool, slightly tart, and has a very delicate aroma.

You take a sip, and it's as if a juicy grape slid over your tongue. A hot wave rolled through your body afterward, and you relaxed with pleasure... The evening has begun, everything is wonderful, I'm sitting across from you and admiringly looking at you: you're wearing a little black dress with a beautiful décolleté, black stockings, and pointed-toe shoes. You look absolutely stunning!

I gently take your hand and cover your palm with mine. As always, my palm is warmer than yours... Your fingers are so delicate—I tenderly stroke them, squeeze them with pleasure, and warm them. I lean closer, lift your hand slightly, and kiss each finger..

We chat, drink wine, casually finish the main course, and wait for dessert. I tell you how well this dress suits you—your charming shoulders are beautifully accentuated, your décolleté looks even more beautiful, the tiny sleeves reveal your graceful arms. You laugh a little shyly, once again don't believe me, and brush off my compliments. And in vain, I'm so sincere! That sweet neck won't escape hot kisses tonight.

I remind you how beautiful your legs look today in stockings and shoes. I brazenly peek under the table to admire your enticing knees and rounded thighs, so feminine and incredibly attractive. I think I see the lacy edge of your stockings under your dress, and that excites me very much. I lean closer to you and whisper that I'd give a lot to see what panties you're wearing today. Your face is very close, your hair smells softly of some light perfume...

I peek under the table again, hoping you'll heed my request and spread your legs a little to show off your panties. But no, Lenochka, you're unapproachable, and your knees are only pressed closer together. I gently stroke your hand, look into your eyes, and beg you in every way not to torment me with mysteries. Even an iceberg would have melted on my path by now. There's a sly sparkle in your eyes, but you just smile silently...

At some point, you lower both hands under the table and do some manipulations, glancing around furtively. Your hand touches mine again, you hand me a little bundle of fabric, and I unfold it in bewilderment. Oh, they're black lace panties! How lovely! You laugh, watching my reaction—I do what all men do who get such a prize—I take a deep breath of their scent. My gaze clouds over with pleasure and anticipation, because right in front of me sits a delightful woman, completely without panties, mmm... The delicate lips down there are so defenseless and so exposed now...

Whether it was the wine or the seductive you, I don't remember what happened next in the restaurant. But wherever we arrived, we couldn't open the front door because we were kissing continuously, we tumbled noisily into the room and continued showering each other with kisses... Your lips are so tender and so impatient, I just can't stop kissing you! Your sweet tongue plays with mine, the corners of your lips are tenderness itself, and your hair smells so sweet... You press your whole body against me, and it feels damn good!

I wrap my hands around your hips, move my hands upward—and now your dress is riding higher and higher. Mmm, Lenochka, your bottom is completely bare and so velvety... I squeeze your buttocks, enjoying their delicate skin and pleasant shape. I massage your bottom vigorously so you can feel how hot it's become and how much I like it.

Together, we free you from the dress. Your hair is slightly disheveled, your cheeks are flushed, your lips are slightly swollen from kisses, your breasts are beautifully framed by a lacy bra, and your legs in black stockings and shoes look incredibly attractive. I can't take my eyes off the place where your panties were just recently—that tenderness and femininity irresistibly draws me in.

I scoop you up in my arms and settle you into a deep, soft armchair... I shift your bottom a little closer to the edge so you don't sink completely into the chair, kneel down in front of you, and spread your legs apart. You don't need much convincing—your lovely legs reveal a charming pink flower between them to me, and I gaze at it with longing. You get comfortable in the chair, place your legs on my shoulders, and close your eyes..

Your lips down there are hot and full of moisture. I know this because my face is already very close, and I feel their heat. I lick a drop of your moisture with a long stroke, and you shudder slightly from the first touch. You feel my hot breath down there and sense my firm tongue beginning to trace patterns along the lines of the wonderful flower of your vagina... I outline the edges of the petals and their base with my tongue, forcefully lick a path from your bottom to your clitoris, draw circles around the clitoral hood to tease it...

Lenochka, you're so wet down there! I drink in that sweet moisture with every movement, enjoy the extraordinary sensitivity of every little spot on your body, and happily inhale your unique feminine scent. I suck on your clitoris and kiss it very, very gently. I warm it up with circular motions, tease it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue..

My fingers penetrate your vagina, and the moist walls tighten languidly around them. I caress you inside with smooth movements, enjoying it no less than you do. You're so open before me, mmm, my sweet Lenochka... I caress you more and more intensely, and your moans excite me beyond all limits. You've already unclasped your bra, and your beautiful breasts are visible to me in all their glory. You stroke your breasts, gently squeeze your nipples, and massage the areolas around them.

I can't stand it any longer. I take your hand and guide it down to your clitoris so you can pleasure yourself while I undress. Your right palm takes control of the flower of passion, and your left continues to massage your breast. I admire this lovely sight: what could be more beautiful than an aroused woman pleasuring herself?! You look so good, Lenochka, so seductive! My cock trembles with tension.

I approach the armchair, intending to take you right there, but you gesture for me to come closer. You sit up straight in the chair, wrap your palm around my buttock, and pull me very close. It seems you want to suck my cock... Mmm, hurry up! You torment me, stroking my legs and buttocks with your tender hands, caressing my balls, and running your tongue very close to my aroused shaft. I tremble with pleasure and sweet anticipation. Meanwhile, you examine my cock in all its details with pleasure.

Now your mouth envelops the head, and I feel it sink into the moist warmth, as if into a vagina. Your sharp, rough tongue intensifies my sensations; I feel your firm touches more distinctly: now your tender lips form a strong ring around the head, now a gentle palm wraps around the shaft and pulls the skin down, making me tense up even more. The other palm carefully lifted my balls and stroked them, giving an extraordinary sensation of tenderness... It feels damn good to watch a naked, aroused woman caress my cock. I want to run my hands through your hair to feel you even closer.

You suck the head more and more energetically, and your palm squeezes the cock tighter. I feel as if a hot ball is gathering at the tip of my cock, tormenting me with the desire for release. You suddenly give my cock a rest, releasing it from your mouth and only lightly licking it along its entire length. Your tongue is amazingly tender and firm, Lenochka. This is real torture by pleasure. A little more, and your mouth would have been filled with my sperm.

I make energetic movements with my hips, enjoying the pliant tenderness and depth of your vagina. It feels so good inside you! As if a soft wave envelops my cock and gently massages it.

I like looking at you. The charming little star of your bottom moves in time with my movements, your buttocks quiver from my thrusts, your back is flushed, your toes sometimes clench from tension. And it's incredibly pleasant—to see how your whole body is subordinated to my movements, and I can even easily control your sweet moans. Your breasts melt in my palms, your bottom resiliently receives each thrust, striving to make the movements sharper and deeper... You're simply a flame of pleasure, Lenochka...

I feel that your orgasm is already close... The walls of your vagina squeeze my cock with a tight ring, not letting it out, your fingers dig into the upholstery of the chair, and your breathing is very rapid and intermittent. I feel each of your abrupt inhalations because your tender breast is still in my hands, and I have no intention of letting it go.

Now you press your hips hard against me, your fists are tightly clenched, and even your toes are curled... I feel the hot walls of your vagina pulsating resiliently around the cock, wrapping around it and releasing it. You arch your back, your moan of delight sends me into indescribable ecstasy. Mmm, Lenochka, how beautiful you are at this peak of pleasure... Your body is shaken by some internal convulsions and tensions.

I let you rest for a minute, and then I make a few more good, strong movements... My cock is tense to the limit, a hot stream shoots inside you, and now it's my turn to tremble with pleasure and squeeze your tender body in my arms. My vision darkens for a moment, I hold you tighter and try to kiss you gratefully... You respond to me tenderly, turning toward me as much as my embrace and our merged bodies allow..

We lie down next to each other on the carpet, exhausted, and I tenderly stroke your back, your chest, your hips. You are so beautiful, relaxed and satisfied, mmm... a man's dream. I gently trace your eyebrows and nose with my fingertips, stroke your cheeks, and caress your lips, tired from kisses... You squint from my touches, and I happily examine your beautiful, full breasts, nipples reddened from my efforts, and your white, completely smooth pubic mound... The delicate lips down there are flowing with our juices, and meanwhile, you happily stretch and straighten your legs, tired from the position in the armchair..

Author's e-mail: alex-erotoman@mail.ru