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I can feel my wetness soaking through my panties every time I shift gears. My nails gently scratch over the black leather gearshift before I return to caressing it. He likes to imagine it’s his cock that I taste. I think he just enjoys watching my mouth wrap around each piece of sushi. I park my Audi S5, a one-year anniversary present, on the roof of a nearby parking garage.
I love fucking under the stars. He likes how my lips clamp down on the chopsticks as I draw them out of my mouth. I love to fantasize about what the evening has in store for me as I drive to the restaurant. My emerald green dress dances around my ankles with every step I take. I feel my gold earrings brush against the soft spot right below my ear and I imagine it’s his lips taunting me on the ride home.
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The doorman holds the door open for me to enter. I smile and thank him as I walk through the doorway. I tell the hostess his name and she shows me to a small table tucked away in a part of the building not visible from the entryway. He hikes my dress up until it sits around my upper thighs. He stands as he sees me approach; giving me a chance to admire how well his suit emphasizes his broad shoulders.
As the hostess turns to leave he places his hand around my waist and leans down to kiss my cheek. My black heels echo off of the concrete walls in the stairwell as I make my way down to the ground level. I sip from the straw appreciably, not tasting the alcohol but feeling its effects deep in my belly.
He had already ordered me a peach long island and a scotch on the rocks for himself. I love a strong set of shoulders on a man. He pulls the chair out for me to sit down before returning to his seat directly across from me.
I ask him how he did in court and how his other cases are coming along. One nice thing about our careers being so different is the small talk doesn’t last long. Although neither one of us are much for small talk, we always make it a point to fill each other in on the progression of our careers.
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He asks me what I’d like to do after dinner. I slowly take a drink of my peach long island, never breaking our eye contact. Even when we’re angry and frustrated with each other and we say exactly what we are thinking and not holding a damn thing back. I’ve never been shy about looking him directly in the eye, no matter the circumstance.
That’s the one thing above all others that I love about him. Even when tears cause mascara to run down my cheeks or I see a flash of pain cloud his beautiful hazel eyes and older woman nude his dark brows furrow in anger. And especially when his cock is buried deep inside me, my hips frantically bucking back and forth as my clitoris rubs against his pubic bone, prolonging my orgasm.
He’s the only man to ever look me in the eye as my pussy convulses around his dick. But first, I must eat. Even when we’ve let it all out and he wipes the make up from my face and kisses the tension from my jaw. He brings old nude women our miso soup and deep fried avocado stuffed with crab and tuna for appetizers.
He laughs as he waives our waiter over. We look over the menu and decide on different 5 rolls to split between to two of us. After setting my drink down I tell him that I have a couple ideas in mind. He knows better than to smudge my divine wine lipstick. Occasionally throughout the meal I’d run my toes up the side of his leg until it bumped into his crotch.
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As we stood to leave I stepped directly in front of him, wove my fingers through his long, thick blond hair and pulled him down for a light peck on the lips and whispered my thanks under my breath. The sky was crystal clear although the lit up city drowned out many of the stars’ light.
When we separated he leaned back a little to look me in the eye and smile. He straightened and grabbed my hand to lead me out of the restaurant and into the cool summer air. There was deep fried mango ice cream for dessert, accompanied by a long, thing black velvet box.
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His soft lips attacked my neck, right below where my earrings dangled. Hand in hand we maneuvered the city streets until we arrived at the now emptying parking garage where I parked my car. We mature women gallery climbed the many flights of stairs until we were yet again under the stars guidance. I let my head fall back and softly moaned to the stars. I reminded him of those plans that I had for the evening as I began unbuttoning the top of his shirt.
