After dinner treats
You are in your dinner dress, fitting your delightful breasts.
Revealing enough skin to know that the men will take a second glance, the more the wine flows the longer the linger will be. Its why you chose that dress.
Sat opposite you at the table, I keep an eye on you as I drink my wine, my linger grows as I follow your naked skin from your neck and into the crevasse, my mouth watering, not for the smell of the food from the kitchen but the idea of running my tongue over your breasts and feeling your nipples on the tip of my tongue.
I pull myself out of that thought as I realise the person next to me is telling me in great detail the joys of walking in a forest he knows, something about it being a great place to be due to the lack of rain that penetrates thru the forest roof top.
I do wish he would not use words like "penetrate" as my initial instinct is to look over to you well more accurately your chest, just above your plate.
Many wines later, dinner over people are standing around the bar and in the open spaces, talking about life, children, music, books the general ramblings that happen at these affairs.
We however seem to be having the same conversation yet they are filled with hidden meaning.
I give you my number and you excuse yourself to the bathroom waving me a little "talk later, nice to meet you". Jumping back into another conversation with the lady next to me, I do my part in talking about the weather or perhaps its my favorite book. My pocket vibrates, a text appears without a name, just a number, "walk thru the door to the right of the bar, take the fire escape door".
Downing my drink, my curiosity has me piqued, I excuse myself from the dull tones of my current companion and head for the door to the right of the bar.
Opening the fire exit door, the stairwell is dark, with only the light from the hallway. Your hand reaches my hand....
Your hand doesn't feel dry yet my mind doesn't register what it is till your hand pulls my hand, downwards, against fabric and then I start to feel the warmth...