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I brushed my dress down, and smoothed my hair over. He looked so handsome, his black locks and gorgeous smile. He gave me a big kiss on the cheek and showed me to our table. I sat there feeling quite awkward at first, but the conversation soon started flowing, we placed our orders and were soon lost in each others lives, talking about past loves and jobs. My hand was on the table, tapping with happiness, i was loving it, then he touched it, stroked my finger with his big manly hands. I felt his smooth leather shoe stroke my black stockings. It tickled me, excited me, I dropped my fork.

She was a vision from out of a dream of intoxicating proportion. I knew I wanted to be near her from the first time I saw her and now that I had my chance I was in heaven. Her eyes glowed with gentle warmth as I took her hands in mine… they felt unbelievably soft and I raised her hand up to my lips kissing it once gently. The atmosphere in this restaurant was blissfully serene nothing could pull my eyes away from her as we basked in the soft afternoon breeze awaiting our food. The waiter, a clumsy old man with a loud voice intruded our moment to ask what drinks we would have and I asked for a rather strong but tasty liqueur which you nodded your agreement to. But I was already drunk with the sight of you

the waiter became impatient with me for taking so long to decide “just pick a drink” he hissed. I looked over at you, and smiled, i asked you what i ought to have. you nodded and whispered to the waiter. he left in a hurry, and there we were once again, his face was an image i could only ever have imagined. his hand stroked mine some more. i knew there was a reason i was wearing them new lace knickers. i stupidly ruined the moment and left to powder my nose, he looked disappointed, but i went for a good reason. i got to the ladies and fiddled with my hair, i felt a little nervous, i needed some drink. i returned, he greeted me with a warm smile.

I could feel the rush of the alcohol to my head as we toasted our first date, she returned looking even more like an angel than before. We downed our drinks faster than I’d anticipated and giggled about our intake a bit. Her cheeks going flushed and my trousers shrinking. I felt a strong urge to kiss her but with the table between us the couple feet between us felt miles. I wanted her badly. I wanted to smell the fragrance of her soft perfect hair, taste the aroma of a perfect kiss. I toasted us again and we downed this round even faster than the first. The waiter returned with our food but nothing could have been farther from my mind. I wanted her, I wanted to taste her juices and feel her squirm underneath my gentle touches

i couldn’t believe how light headed i was feeling, I wasn’t sure whether it was the sight of his sexy face, the lack of food, or the drink. we started tucking into our food, less talk, but more gazing and stroking. but i didn’t want to eat, i just wanted him to touch my body, and kiss me. i fed him my last bite. he licked his lips, the lips i could imagine licking my most sensitive parts. He ordered the waiter over and asked if i wanted a desert, i said no, i didn’t want to eat anymore, i liked that i was getting a little drunk, it was giving me some confidence and i could tell he was liking it. i so badly wanted to feel his stubble on my cheek. He excited me when i saw him get up for the bill, he reached out his hand and assisted me out of the chair. we left the restaurant.

Walking down the beach we made our way to my house, a good miles walk. Usually an easy distance though we were quite enchanted with each other and the wine along with the intoxicating romance made the long walk stretch on forever. You walked closer to the water, the sunset casting a glow across your features that drove me crazy, I leaned over nearer to you and kissed you on the mouth.
You paused a bit, staring into my eyes with an obvious lusty gaze, pulled in closer and kissed me back our arms wrapping around each other twisted our tongues in a Ferris wheel pattern with a radiant sunset timing itself perfectly behind our silhouettes. We were so close to my house, right on the beach with no neighbors, yet I wanted to savor the moment, this perfectly placed romantic blissful kiss

you began to lower your hands, but still holding me close, i loved the texture of your stubble, tickling my cheek. the kiss went on for so long, i didn’t want it to end, slowly we parted, you looked into my eyes and asked me if i was okay. i nodded, but was feeling a little tired, the walk had been a long one and i was dying for a rest. you held my hand as we sat on the soft sand. the sound of the waves was so calming,it all seemed so perfect. you touched my leg with your hand,and began caressing me. i couldn’t stop you, i didn’t want to, it felt so right, you were all i wanted right then. we began kissing again,but this time it was getting more heated. so i lay back there in the sand. you leaned over me and kissed me some more. I was all yours and you knew it. you loved it.

The sky turned a golden hue of orange as the sun tucked away behind the waves, the sand tickled at our arms as I leaned over you kissing you, passionately feeling your perfect lips mesh with mine pulling away for a second we smiled at each other and you pulled me back in to kiss you more, lightly I let myself rest against your lower half my rock hard erection grazing your leg through two sets of fabric but still feeling amazingly blissful, I shifted from kissing your lips to your neck, your shoulders and your collarbone, my lips caressing bare skin as far as your top would allow, I was intent on pleasuring you and the soft sighs you let out with every touch assured me I was well on my way

you were going lower, the fabric on my top was going further down.