Date Night: She Plays Nice

Date Night: She Plays Nice

“Remember, honey, tonight is date night” was the simple but intensely seductive voice message that Maisie had left on my phone that afternoon. How could I forget, I wanted to answer, as my cock begin to rise at the thought of the evening ahead and what our special date night might entail. Later, candles lit, Maisie purred a description of how she has dressed for our special call: A long dress, all black, that hugs her curves in all the right place, and plunges just enough to show her cleavage off perfectly. Her hips, her thighs, her amazing ass are all shown off as she spins to show me as I enter the bedroom. Candles flicker everywhere, and I notice that she is barefoot. I smile, and feel my cock responding — Maisie knows I love every inch of her delicious body, but have always found her barefoot in a long dress a particular turn on. Every date night her fresh pedicure shows me that she has given this evening a lot of thought, and spent the day pampering herself for our time together. Her fingernails are perfect, her red hair frames her beautiful eyes and lips perfectly. She is the most seductive and decadently spectacular woman I have ever known, and ever tasted.

And tasting her is first and foremost on my mind, as I step towards her, kissing her deeply. She melts into my arms, her body fitting perfectly into mine. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kisses me back deeply, her lips parted invitingly. Slipping my sports jacket off as she kisses me, I feel her warmth, her nipples pressing now against the fabric of her dress. Her scent begins to caress my skin, and I know now that there are no panties to negotiate tonight. My cock responds, immediately and fully, as her fingers guide my jacket to the floor, before returning to caress my shoulders and arms.

Her hair is soft in my fingers as I pull her closer, kissing her more powerfully now, my tongue flickering playfully with hers. My cock rises harder now as she hooks her slender fingers into my waistband, and leads me, confidently but gently, to the foot of the bed, kissing me the entire time. Teasing is what Maisie does so well, and tonight she is outdoing herself. My body aches for her. Now. All of her.

But tonight is Maisie’s night, and she has something very special planned for date night. Pushing me back on the edge of the bed, she reaches over and picks up a flute of champagne. She sips first (I almost explode just watching those lips caress the edge of the glass) and then hands it to me. Krug Grand Cuvee. Her favorite, always. Stepping back from me two or three steps, she reaches for the remote, and the music rises into the room. Sexy, instrumental, jazz without pretension.

Maisie begins to move to the sound of the sax — slow, sexy, sleek, smooth — her eyes flashing fuck-me-tonight looks that could raise the dead. And my cock is anything but dead in this moment! I sip the champagne, letting the bubbles roll over my tongue, knowing that soon this same tongue will be devouring her sweet pussy, teasing her rosebud clit as she moans in pleasure.

But for now, my eyes are fixed on the sexiest woman I have ever met as she sways to the sounds caressing us, letting her fingers lift at the edge of her dress, run through her hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, she raises that black dress up and over her head, revealing her tight, tanned body, her perfect tits (nipples hard and spectacular, already), and an ideal view of her neatly trimmed pussy. Her scent spreads across the room. My cock stiffens, balls tightening. The date night has officially begun…

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