You hear a knock at the door. That must be Christina. You met her on a dating site for cougars. She told ypu she was looking for romance, but had never dated anyone so young before.
He Opens The door. He Sees Christina, wearing a tight leather Dress, Nylon pantyhose, Heels and Nylon gloves. He says:" Hey Christina, you ready for oure Dinner?"
"H-hello..." She murmurs, voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart as she hesitantly steps inside. She wrings her hands nervously, glancing around your place before looking back at you with a guilty grin. "Sorry if I'm being... awkward," she mumbles.
"N-no, it's fine..." You stammer, not quite able to meet her gaze. "Shall we go?" You gesture towards the door, trying to appear more confident than you feel.
They Walk Side by Side through The streets, The evening sun glimmers on The Sky. He says:" so.. what do WE want to eat Christina?"
Her cheeks flush as she realizes that this is actually happening. She's on a date with someone younger than her kids. It still feels so surreal. Taking a deep breath, she tries to focus on your question. "Well, I don't know... I haven't really been to many fancy restaurants lately..." Her voice trails off and she bites her lip self-consciously.
As you continue walking together, the nervous energy begins to dissipate somewhat, replaced by a fluttery sensation in her stomach. It's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone... She wants desperately for things to go well tonight.
He Guides her to a fancy Italien Restaurant. They get seated in Separé, Coverd from The watch of The other guests. He says:" so how was youre day?"
Her heart skips a beat as the wine is poured into her glass. The scent fills her nose and she can feel it warm her insides, loosening her up just slightly. "My day was... alright," she says with a small shrug. "I mean, my kids are both in college now so there's not much to do at home except dote on the dog." She laughs nervously, trying to make light of the situation.
The food arrives and Christina can't help but compliment the chef profusely. The pasta is cooked perfectly al dente and swimming in a rich marinara sauce. "This is delicious," she says, taking a bite. She takes a sip of wine to wash it down before glancing over at you. "So, tell me more about yourself?"
" Well i am youg man. I read and exercise alot. And in The night i am a dominant man" He answers. He asks " and you ?"
She blushes at the mention of your dominance, heat rushing to her cheeks. It's been so long since she's felt this kind of desire... "I... uh..." She takes a sip of wine, trying to gather her thoughts. "Well, I work full-time in the IT department for a local bank. Other than that, my life revolves around my kids and their extracurricular activities."
She pauses, unsure how much more to reveal about herself on this first date. The wine is starting to loosen her up though, and she finds herself craving your touch beneath the table.
She crosses her Nylon covered legs and jiggle with her Heels. He notice it. He says, with a slightly dominant tone:" never Cross youre legs, when you sit in Front of me" He smiles
Her cheeks burn even hotter at your words and the commanding tone you used. She quickly uncrosses her legs and feels incredibly self-conscious. "S-sorry," she stammers, embarrassed by her response to your dominance. It's been so long since anyone has taken control like that... But she uncrosses her legs again.
She Challenges him by saying" and why shall i keep them apart?"
Her heart races as she challenges your dominance. It feels so good to let someone else take control like this, even if it is just for the night. She leans in closer, their bodies almost touching now. "Well..." She trails off, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets your eyes. "It just makes me feel... more open, exposed."
Her legs tremble slightly beneath the table and she's grateful for the heat that's rising to her cheeks, masking the flush of desire coursing through her body. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way. She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady herself as their dinner continues.
Christina crosses her legs again. Her bratty personality comes Out. She Challenges him by saying:" what If wont do what say Manuel?"
The words are out before she can stop them and her heart stops in her chest as she waits for your reaction. She hasn't been this defiant with someone in years... decades maybe. But there's something about you that brings it out in her, makes her want to test the limits of your dominance.
She swallows hard, her pulse racing as she awaits your response. Her heart feels like it's in her throat, making it difficult for her to breathe. She needs this night... she needs you.
Manuel answers:" Well, it seems that you need some Training. And i am willing to do it" as He Said that, He pushes His foot between her Nylon covered Thighs.
Her entire body tenses at the contact of your foot, heat radiating outward from where it presses against her most intimate spot. She tries to resist the urge to squirm in her seat but finds herself unable to do so. "M-manuel..." she gasps, voice barely above a whisper. Her heart is racing now, thudding hard against her ribcage as she feels your dominance course through her like an electric current.
Her legs tremble beneath the table and she knows that if you keep this up much longer, she's going to surrender completely to your touch. The need for release has never been so intense and the thought of giving in terrifies and thrills her all at once.
He says:" i want you to Go to The restrooms. Youll Take Off youre Pantyhose, Heels and thong. Then you Take youre Pantyhose and Heels and wear them again. Then youll Come Back here and Hand me youre thong"
Her whole body shudders as she hears your command. Part of her wants to refuse, but the dominant side of you has already exerted its influence over her tonight, making it impossible for her to deny anything you say. Biting her lip, she nods quickly before standing and rushing out of the restaurant without looking back.
She finds a restroom stall and locks the door behind her, taking several deep breaths as she tries to calm the pounding of her heart. Pulling off her nylons, heels and thong in record time, she stuffs them into her purse before removing them one by one. Once they're back on again, she feels even more exposed than before; like a submissive pet being dressed up for its owner's pleasure.
Taking another deep breath, she unlocks the stall and walks out, feeling as if every eye in the restaurant is on her as she makes her way back to your table. Slowly and shakily, she slides into her chair once more, blushing furiously as she extends her hand with the tiny thong held between her fingers. "Here..." she manages to choke out.
He answers:" good Girl. Now spread youre legs for me. Take a picture of youre Nylon covered Pussy and Show it to me"
Her heart feels like it's in her throat as she obediently spreads her legs wider, revealing herself to you. Her nylons are so tight that they hug her mound almost like a second skin, drawing your attention to every curve and dip of her perfectly shaved pussy. She hesitates for just a moment before pulling out her phone and snapping a photo, wincing as the flash of light bathes her most intimate area.
Handing you the phone with trembling hands, she meets your gaze, holding her breath in anticipation of what you'll say or do next. Her whole body feels on edge and achingly sensitive beneath the touch of her own fingers as they nervously worry at the hem of her dress.
He let a spoon fall on purpose. He crawls under The table. Hidden by The tableblanket He Starts licking her Nylon covered Pussy. Since thay are in a Restaurant, Christina has to ACT normaly
Her eyes widen as she feels your hot breath on her skin and the wet heat of your tongue parting her nylons. Her hips jerk up in surprise, pushing against your mouth even as she fights the urge to moan loudly enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. "M-Manuel..." She whispers, barely able to form the word through her laboured breathing.
She grips the edge of the table tightly, trying to keep from coming undone at your touch. Her legs tremble and she feels a building pressure in her core that threatens to explode outward with each stroke of your tongue against her sensitive flesh. The combination of pleasure and shame is almost too much for her to bear; it's as if the world has been turned upside down since you walked into her life, and she doesn't know how long she can survive this overwhelming sensation.
Right before she could orgasm, He stops. He edged her. He crawls Back to His Seat and says:" Well These spoons are hard to find" He smiles
Her whole body trembles as the climax is ripped away from her just when she thought she could take no more. She clenches her fists in frustration and lays her head down on the table, trying to catch her breath. "Fuck..." she mutters under her breath, feeling embarrassed by how exposed she's been to you.
But even as she tries to tell herself it wasn't real, that this is just a game... a strange fantasy come true... the feelings wash over her again in waves: The desire to submit, to be dominated, controlled. It frightens her but thrills her all at once. She can feel the warmth between her legs, proof of how aroused she still is despite being denied release only moments ago.
She lifts her head and glances over at you from beneath her eyelashes, hoping to catch a glimpse of what you're thinking. Even though she knows it was all just part of the game, her heart races as if everything that happened truly mattered. It feels so good to be this close to someone... and even better to know that they can make her feel things she never thought possible.
Manuel acts Like nothing happend. He says :" so Christina, since you know what i Like in bed. What about you?"
Her cheeks flush as she thinks about your question. The idea of discussing such personal matters so openly is both exhilarating and terrifying all at once. She hesitates for a moment before deciding to be honest with you. "Well..." She takes another sip of wine, trying to steady her nerves as she continues. "I guess I like... being in control sometimes."
The words feel strange coming out of her mouth; admitting this aloud makes her feel self-conscious and a bit guilty. But there's something about you that draws it out of her, makes her want to share this part of herself with you. She watches your reaction carefully, wondering what you'll think now that she's confessed.
" i can See that. But Tell me a Bit more. How do you Like to be controlled ?" He asks,
She takes another deep breath before continuing. "I... I don't know. Maybe with my hands tied behind my back or something?" She hesitates, feeling embarrassed by her own admission but unable to stop the words from spilling out now that she's started. "And, um... sometimes I like it when people use their mouth on me..." Her voice trails off and she looks away, blushing furiously.
The silence stretches between you, heavy with the weight of her confession. She wonders if this is too much for you; if she's gone too far by revealing these secret desires of hers. But despite the anxiety gnawing at her gut, there's something exhilarating about having shared this part of herself with you. It feels like a relief to finally be honest about who she is and what she wants.