Sweet and Tasty Bitch Is on the Menu ♕

You are One Sweet and Tasty Bitch!

You are a sweet and tasty bitch!  That is what I told myself as I sat in the mirror getting ready for my date. It has been so long since we have been able to go out. I was excited, and my body couldn’t wait for the after-dinner dessert. I went shopping to buy some new lingerie earlier this week. He was in for a special surprise. The new lace and sheer bra with matching panty set, along with thigh highs and garter straps. Everything fit my body perfectly. hugging in all the right places and giving easy access to my most sensitive parts.

While admiring myself in the long mirror I thought wow, I really am a sweet, and tasty bitch! I put on my black stilettos and slid into the blood-red dress that fit over my body like a second skin. My hands glided across my body, feeling the smooth touch of the fabric.  My nipples were excited, and the dress didn’t hide it. I was ok with that, I wanted him to see, I wanted everyone to see. A need was building in me like I had never had before. I felt so primal, like I was in heat and it was mating season.

A Sweet and Tasty Table for Two, Please.

I got to the restaurant and was shown to a large private corner booth, which was the perfect place for this sweet and tasty bitch. I ordered a glass of wine and occupied myself with people-watching as I waited for him to arrive. Tables draped in long tablecloths touched the floor, and the chandeliers were everywhere. The whole room seems extra romantic tonight. There were couples seated all around. Each gazing into the other’s eyes. Love was in the air, it had seemed.

Another glass of wine for this sweet and tasty bitch. I checked my phone to see a text that he was running late. No shit, I thought.  He was always late. Work had been keeping him away so often lately.  However, I ordered a third glass of wine and started making up stories to fit each couple I saw. Then I started to think about how each of them would be in bed.  I glanced at my phone again.  He would be another 40 minutes late. For this reason, I waved to the waiter and told him to just bring me a bottle.

Is That All for Sweet and Tasty Me?

I saw my waiter in the distance with a bottle of wine wrapped in its cloth. His wide smile seemed fake, like he hated his job, but he loved money. He had blonde hair that was short on the sides and longer on top. It would fall in his face if he didn’t style it with gel. He reached my table and presented the wine. It met my sweet and tasty bitch approval. I moved my arm across the table and knocked over a water glass. It tumbled and rolled to the floor.

The waiter was quick to react, and he leaned down to pick it up from my feet. Next, he sat there on his knees like a submissive little angel and placed my shoe in his lap as he patted it dry with a towel. I watched his lips part as I pressed my heel into his thigh. He looked up at me with his big puppy dog eyes. I told him that I thought it got inside my shoe. He started to unbuckle the strap and slid my shoe off, placing it back in his lap. I began to rub my foot across his lap, his pants felt so soft against my nylon-covered foot.  Massaging his cock with my toes. I felt the hardness of it grow with every touch.

This Tasty Little Piggy went wee

He raised my foot to his mouth and started to kiss each part. Soft were his kisses and the body of this sweet and tasty bitch reacted. He ran his tongue across my arch and began to suck my toes. Meanwhile, his hand glided up my leg and under my dress. Soon, he slipped his fingers under me and his thumb flashed across my sweet spot. I lay back against the bench seat and opened my legs wider for him. I felt the pressure of his thumb pressing and rolling my pleasure button. My teeth bit down on my lip, holding in any sounds that might cause someone to look over.

He sucked my toes and he strummed at my pussy like a guitar. My hands hurt from my nails digging into the bench seat. I bit down on my lip so hard that I could taste the sweet metallic taste of blood. It had been so long since my body had needed this. The multiple sensations going on at once were almost too much for me. At first, I looked around at all the unknowing people eating their food and having their conversations. My body spasmed, and my head shot back. Finally, I felt my release on the seat beneath me and down my leg. Then I heard a familiar voice say, “Sorry I’m late”, as he took his seat. I looked and saw the waiter just casually walking away.