Our Romantic Date
We first met, like many, trading emails online. We certainly shared the same values, interests, and more. Our first meeting, always the hardest, was casual, but that “attraction” was there for us both. Which led to our next Romantic Date;
We meet at a restaurant that is gay friendly. Dimly lite, full of atmosphere, we were seated at a round table, with a view of the center waterfall sculpture. The sound of the trickling water only enhanced the moment. Sitting close to each other, out for dinner, the evening. We chat along, comfortable with each other, and who we are. We like each other. We respect each other. We share so much, thoughts, values, desires. We just Clicked, as they say. We felt it.
When I first saw you that night, I soaked in your beauty. Slowly, it was a time to enjoy every curve, every motion, every inch of you. To know you would be by my side the entire evening, my heart quickened.
We kiss casually, Lightly, not heavy. The taste of your lipstick sends a shiver through me. I take in your smell, your eyes, makeup and those luscious lips. My hand stretches to your stocking legs. Your skirt is a bit short, you know how much I Love your legs. Love how you show them off for me. My hand feels your stocking leg. I have to fight my desire to drop my eyes to look, how sexy your legs are. For now, the comfort of my hand slowly feeling your inner thigh, above your knee, sends to my thoughts outside of the restaurant. We are lost in the moment, lost together.
I am so so trying to pay attention to what you're telling me, but alas, my mind wanders. I fake a stretch, so I can (must) look down at your stocking legs, your skirt and the stilettos you've worn for my pleasure. The site, takes my breath away, and an audible sigh leaves my lips. You have captivated me. I am yours. You are Mine. We are both where we were meant to be.
Our feelings are starting to over run us. Our lips find each other, this time a kiss, that is Meant to be a Kiss. We feel each others Passion in our Kiss. The passion for each other, starts and is truly felt while kissing. More than the sex act itself. I've lost control of my emotions. The sensation of touching your stocking legs, pushes hard for More. I must feel the garter top of your stocking, that goes the full way to the very top of your legs. So different a feel, yet a signal that the delight of feeling the soft inner thigh is to come. The softness is exquisite. The back of my hand brings the delightful feel of lacy panties and the delight of what it has Captured……………. A gentleman, stops here, at least with this story. I will let you think of what pleasures happened next. Or write me, with Your Ending.
We meet at a restaurant that is gay friendly. Dimly lite, full of atmosphere, we were seated at a round table, with a view of the center waterfall sculpture. The sound of the trickling water only enhanced the moment. Sitting close to each other, out for dinner, the evening. We chat along, comfortable with each other, and who we are. We like each other. We respect each other. We share so much, thoughts, values, desires. We just Clicked, as they say. We felt it.
When I first saw you that night, I soaked in your beauty. Slowly, it was a time to enjoy every curve, every motion, every inch of you. To know you would be by my side the entire evening, my heart quickened.
We kiss casually, Lightly, not heavy. The taste of your lipstick sends a shiver through me. I take in your smell, your eyes, makeup and those luscious lips. My hand stretches to your stocking legs. Your skirt is a bit short, you know how much I Love your legs. Love how you show them off for me. My hand feels your stocking leg. I have to fight my desire to drop my eyes to look, how sexy your legs are. For now, the comfort of my hand slowly feeling your inner thigh, above your knee, sends to my thoughts outside of the restaurant. We are lost in the moment, lost together.
I am so so trying to pay attention to what you're telling me, but alas, my mind wanders. I fake a stretch, so I can (must) look down at your stocking legs, your skirt and the stilettos you've worn for my pleasure. The site, takes my breath away, and an audible sigh leaves my lips. You have captivated me. I am yours. You are Mine. We are both where we were meant to be.
Our feelings are starting to over run us. Our lips find each other, this time a kiss, that is Meant to be a Kiss. We feel each others Passion in our Kiss. The passion for each other, starts and is truly felt while kissing. More than the sex act itself. I've lost control of my emotions. The sensation of touching your stocking legs, pushes hard for More. I must feel the garter top of your stocking, that goes the full way to the very top of your legs. So different a feel, yet a signal that the delight of feeling the soft inner thigh is to come. The softness is exquisite. The back of my hand brings the delightful feel of lacy panties and the delight of what it has Captured……………. A gentleman, stops here, at least with this story. I will let you think of what pleasures happened next. Or write me, with Your Ending.
2 years ago