Sunny's Stories

My Lady In Red

As I get ready for the evening I think about what we have planned. I so look forward to an evening in Ashley's company, an early dinner at a very good continental restaurant followed by the concert. Wine and music can be such an aphrodisiac. Perhaps later we can go for a desert or a cup of coffee or tea. All the while, I think of little things I can to flirt with her. Then when the night is complete, we will bring it to its climax as only we two can do.

I am upstairs in my condo. Ashley is downstairs in her home. (Thinking of her that way immediately arouses me. "Later," I mentally chastise myself.) She does love black and looks so beautiful in that color. I prefer white underneath and color on top. (No, I won't go there I tell myself. Not now.) I went into Victoria's Secret today and bought a white thong to wear. Just a camisole on top. No garter belt today. The Panty hose with the lace on top that I got from Victoria's Secret are all the sensual I need. Red lipstick to match the color of my gown. Carefully, I apply the glossy coating to my lips, Licking them lightly as I will do for Ashley to see. I look over myself in the full-length mirror. Yes, it will do. Long legs, tall, blond and blue eyes I want her to like what she sees. The honk at the curb, the limo is here to pick me up and take me to Ashley's.

As I walk down the stairs, outside, to the limo, I notice the driver enjoying the sight of my legs as they appear and disappear through the slit in my dress. He is a hunk. Yes, I can use him to tease Ashley. It will be all that much better later when we make love. As I sit down in the back, I give the driver a very alluring smile and let my legs spread ever so slightly. I want to make sure he keeps looking.

Shall, I lead tonight sweetheart?

Ashley is always the vamp. She always seems to become the center of attraction with the mystical allure of hers. Beautiful in black and the dark hair and blue eyes are a combination that can't be beat. I noticed the driver eyeing Ashley as we got into the limo. Purposely I had her sit where the driver can see me and not get a good look at Ashley. Flirting can be such fun, especially when my audience is Ashley and the driver just to arouse her passion a little more. By the time I have teased Ashley with my foot I realize I had better stop or we will never make it to dinner. If only the driver knew what was really under our lovely dresses. In the dim light of the limo he is only guessing and guessing wrong. I doubt he would be having such a difficult time keeping his eyes on the road if only he knew.

Ashley fixes us both a drink while I think how to make this a night that will have Ashley peeling off her clothes before we ever get to the bedroom. I tickle the ice in my rum and coke with the tip of my tongue. Then brush my tongue over my lips lightly, looking directly into her blue eyes. I tell her how feminine and beautiful she is tonight. We have moved together now, not paying any attention to the driver. I run my hand down Ashley's side, feeling her bustier under her gown. My own passion raises a bit. Then teasing the back of her neck I make small talk while she tries to keep her mind on the conversation and not me. It is so easy to rub the top of my nylon covered foot along the back of her leg, up as far as I can reach and watch as she hesitates at the first touch wondering just how far I will go. Then she grapples for her words as I slowly draw my foot back down. That was an aroused woman I touched with the tip of my toe. All the while I am asking her to hold a glass, freshen a drink or help me with strap. But, never really letting her touch me, as she wants. A light kiss that starts with the touch of the tip of my tongue on her neck followed by a light touch of slightly moist lips on the same spot makes her almost spill a drink. Now I am starting to definitely get carried away with a nibble at her ear when the limo stops.

I have picked out a lovely continental restaurant of a very discreet nature. The tables are mostly private, the food excellent, the wine superb, the lights dim and the price, oh who cares. As the MatreDe escorts us past other tables, I notice the looks of lust that Ashley receives from the men and envy she receives from the women. I can only smile knowing that Ashley is mine for tonight and I am going to try and make this an evening for her to remember. I watch her face light up as we get to our table and she sees what is waiting for her there. Eagerly she reaches …….

Ashley is such a vamp. She takes my tactics and uses them against me. My, how she has aroused me, rubbing that smooth foot of hers up my leg and then teasing me through my panties. I lean back and enjoy the caress of nylon on satin. I gaze, feeling very sultry, at the beautiful dark haired lady across from me. My eyes are half closed my head back, I am lost to all but that gentle movement on my genitals. My, but how she turned the tables on me. Tables, here on the table would be just fine. Just then the waiter appears with the salads. Slowly she slides her foot down my leg, as she leans forward more, smiling, knowing just what she has done. Fortunately the waiter mistakes my low moan for a sigh of hunger. With a flourish, he sets the plates on the table. A Caesar salad can even be used to for my purposes.

Leaning forward now, I look lovingly into Ashley's eyes. Then I proceed to undress her with mine. Admiring how her dress clings to her curves. Then I picture what is underneath. How to press against her and rub my hands down her bodice. Or maybe to come up behind her and pinch her nipples through the fabric and then run my hands down to her panties, all the while assaulting her exposed neck with my tongue and lips. All this in my mind.

The salad is excellent. Taking a piece of lettuce with my fork, I slowly suck the dressing off with my lips. Savoring the taste as I would Ashley. I pull the limp piece of lettuce into my mouth with my tongue, slowly, all the while looking with a fierce longing at Ashley. Running my eyes up and down her body, then returning again to her impeccable made up face. How long can I milk this salad as I would her? I savor every bite. Making each taste and nibble into a sensual foreplay, I try and toy with her. When she leans forward or slightly lowers her eyelids, it just encourages me to further exhibition. Lightly I tweak my own nipple through the its covering. I try and make it protrude for Ashley to see. Every bite becomes a seduction.

Finished with the salad, I have Ashley just where I want her. Lost in her thoughts, she brushes her breast with her hand and rubs both hands down her sides. They pause for a minute under the table. I smile brightly at her and tell her we need to go freshen up. Using her vanity, I tell her, her lipstick needs to be touched up. Unknowing, she nods yes and we move to the restroom. She goes in front and I close the door behind me. My moves are now very aggressive. First a deep kiss on her lips, just to make sure they will need touching up. Then I spin her around and kiss and nibble her neck while my hands are free to pinch her nipples, caress her body and last rub the bulge that feels like a rock. Resting my hand lightly there, I can feel it bobbing of its own accord. The time is right. Turning her around again and leaning her against the wall, I pull the dress up about her taught stomach. On my knees, I kiss and suck at her firm cock. Using her panties to enhance the feel. Knowing if it is too hard she will cum before I want her to. She grabs my hair with both hands and pulls me tightly to her. I slip down her panties and with no hesitation, take her completely. It is only a moment before she cums. I enjoy the taste and texture and keep her firmly in my mouth until the throbbing subsides. Briefly spent, Ashley is leaning against the wall, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, tongue on her top lip, breathing deeply. Carefully I pull her panties back up. Leaving her dress still up about her thighs, I tell her she really should do something about that lipstick and close the door behind me as I go back to the table.

A delicious sight for sore eyes, Ashley sits across from me, beautiful in black. With a Cheshire smile, I notice how she is still not yet recovered from our little restroom adventure. A slight flush about her neck and face contrasts so well with her dark hair. The tremble of her hand as she swirls the wine in her glass and then she inhales a rather large swallow. Ah yes, she didn't expect that one. How fun it is to create the unexpected. How much I enjoyed our encounter as well. Feeling the satin of her garments slide through my hands and the urgency of her cock in my mouth as I eagerly took all that she had. The self-control was difficult, but certainly worth it now that I get to see her pleasure expressed in the face, eyes and smile of the woman across from me. If she wasn't hungry before, she certainly is now.

The chef has done his typically expert job with the rack of lamb. Best-eaten warm, I indicate to Ashley that she should get started on the main course. I love the way this woman can hold a fork, making it look like she is holding on to something else. But then I know that she loves to tease me, returning my favor by pretending that the piece of lamb on her fork is the tip of my cock. A little shutter passes through my body as I can almost feel those intense sensations. With a loving, playful touch, she again rubs her diminutive stocking foot up my leg and messages my already hard cock through my panties. I just hope I can make it through the main course. Still, Ashley shows she has not quite gotten complete control of herself when she drops her napkin on the floor.

She is still a little flustered I think. As she bends down to the floor to pick up the napkin, I realize how wrong I am. I can't believe she just ducked under the table and I don't have to guess what or who is going to come next. She doesn't hesitate a moment, pulling down my dainties and taking my cock in her mouth. Talk about self-control. The exquisite sensations as she works me like a pro are causing me to make some very embarrassing sounds. Maybe not so controlled. Lord, but I hope no one hears. I twitch after one very sensitive pass of her tongue and drop my fork on the plate. How long have I just been sitting here holding on to that? Flinging caution to the winds, I just sit back and let Ashley enjoy an early desert. Now I'm the one slumped and drained as I see Ashley return to her seat with her on Cheshire smile. She certainly turned the tables on me.

The night isn't over. Finishing a more normal dinner, we chat about routine things, our favorite lingerie, science fiction authors and books, even the music of the sixties. As we chat, I think about the rest of the night. I still have one more idea for her. But when shall I start to spring it on her. What can I do to start setting dear Ashley up for it? Perhaps she needs something as a symbol that I am going to be more dominant. That she is not going to have much choice until I tell her. Yes, that would work well. Right now she sits there in that self assured way of hers and needs someone to take control of the rest of the night. That someone should be me. "Ashley" I get her complete attention and look sternly into her eyes. "You need to wipe that smile from your lips."

"Why?" she throws a flirting glance at a waiter passing by.

"Because, you are completely mine for the rest of the night. You need to understand that fact." Taking a length of ribbon from my pocket I drop it on the table in front of her. "Take this and tie it about your cock and genitals. Make sure it won't fall off. Until I tell you that you may take it off, you WILL do everything exactly as I tell you." My demeanor is now very stern.

Ashley is suddenly very quiet, very focused on me. She doesn't really know how to react to this demand.

"NOW" I say showing that I will take only one answer from her.

She wavers a moment, then picks up the ribbon and starts to drop her hands under the table.

"NO, the restroom" I command.

When Ashley returns, she sits down quietly. With downcast eyes she says "Madam?"

"Let's enjoy the desert." I say brightly. We return again to our previous bubbly conversation and enjoy desert with our tea and coffee. (I prefer tea) We both know that for the rest of the night Ashley is mine until I release her. What delicious things I have planned.

As we finish desert, Our chatter resumes its normal ebb and flow. I am again my bright, happy-go-lucky self. Ashley, who was at first unsure how to react, seems to be completely relaxed again, having forgotten about the ribbon tied to her genitals. How vibrant and self-assured she is. That is what makes her such a joy to be with.

We still have the rest of the night to play. While Ashley loves to dance, I prefer to sit and listen. I have always been a bit self-conscious about my height on a dance floor. Our plans are first to a dance club, then to some late night jazz. Time to move on. As we walk through the restaurant, I notice at least one lewd grin on the way out. I drop my hand from the small of Ashley's back and give her butt a pinch. Making sure to do it within plan sight of the table and then I give Ashley a small hug as we walk out the door to the limo. Getting in, I ask the driver to assure us privacy.

Lounging in the back of the limo, We cuddle, talking softly. The window is up between the driver and the back providing us a cocoon that envelops us in its intimacy. The Sade CD helps to set the mood. Still not ready for any serious foreplay, our hands roam intermittently over each, savoring the smooth curve and feel of our bodies. Casually, I reach under Ashley's dress and lightly drag my fingers up her thigh. She shifts to let me have easier access. My gentle caress on her panties tells me that she is starting to respond. She cuddles closer, teasing my neck with her moist tongue. Yes, I can feel the ribbon and slip my hand under her panties, and then a finger under the ribbon. I pause, making sure she knows where my finger is and then give the ribbon a gentle tug. "Remember" is all I say. Ashley looks perplexed, off balance again. Then I slip my hand out and give her cock a loving squeeze, to let her know that the time is not yet. When that time comes, I want the torment of her anticipation to be exquisite.

Our next stop is a dance club catering to girls like us. Here we will be able to dance and carry on without raising any eyebrows. We can grab each other by the cheeks and slowly grind our way into a mutual derived sensation of smooth satin and the erotic scent of each other. Later, we both realize the jazz will have to be some other night. Time has flown and beside, we are now both too much in lust to stay much longer, much less go anywhere else. Of course Ashley has forgotten about her bond, her ribbon. But soon, she will remember in a most tantalizing way.

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25 March 1999/Ashley

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