James and Laura: Part One

“I’m not sleeping with him on the first date,” exclaimed Laura.   “Why not?” replied Flora   “Because-” she paused, looking at her best friend, “I don’t do that!”   “Well, I think you should,” quipped Flora.  Laura pulled down the hem of the tight black dress Flora had loaned her. She felt uncomfortable in such a tight outfit, her usual style was more like jeans and a loose t-shirt. But when James finally asked her out, after weeks of her secret lusting, she knew nothing in her own wardrobe would do for the occasion. The low-cut bodycon dress Flora had given to Laura to try on was the least outrageous of the selection of outfits she had grabbed. Laura was pretty sure one of the outfits lying on her bed was just two strips of red fabric held together in the back with a thin zip. There was no way in hell she would try that on, never mind wear it out in public.   Laura had been desperate to go on a date with James for weeks, ever since he turned up at her rock-climbing class. She had presumed he was a new recruit until he introduced himself to the group as their new instructor. Laura felt more light-headed looking at him than she had climbing any of the walls. As the weeks rolled by and she got to know James better, she was glad for that day she decided to overcome her fear of heights. Now it wasn’t the walls that sent her heart fluttering and made her palms sweaty but the sight of this gorgeously tall, tanned man that stood in front of her every week; encouraging her, telling her she was doing good. The first week he told her “You are doing so good Laura” she nearly came tumbling down from the wall. Losing her footing as his praise spread like a warm fire through her body. She raced home that day with the memory of his muscles straining against his t-shirt and the sound of his voice telling her she was doing good. God how she wanted to hear him say those words to her again.    Eager not to be late Laura arrived at the restaurant at 7:25 pm and was shown to a small intimate table by a handsome but güvenilir bahis awkward young server. Laura was conscious to pull down the hem of her tight black dress as she sat in the hopes to retain some modesty and not flash the very tops of her thighs to the whole restaurant. She sat there nervously tapping her fingers against the table, stealing glances at the door, both desperate to see him and terrified to be sat opposite him. Just as she chanced another look, he appeared, striding towards the table. He looked amazing in a black suit with a white shirt, a few buttons undone showing off his collarbones and hinting at the chiselled chest that lay beneath.    His thick dark brown hair was perfectly styled swept off his forehead. She felt her heart skip a beat, but her pussy did not. It twitched as he confidently strolled towards her, holding her gaze with his dark intense eyes. Laura stumbled to her feet, almost toppling over in her heels, he instinctively to catch her but she steadied herself against the table and muttered an apology under her breath.       He held a hand behind her back, leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, telling her how good she looked and how happy he was she agreed to this. She blushed in return as she sat back down, pulling her dress down her legs. She crossed her arms over her chest to hide her hardening nipples and cursed her friend Flora for talking her into not wearing a bra.   His smooth voice enchanted her as they chatted across the table their bodies subconsciously growing closer and closer together. The young server returned taking their order, not making eye contact with Laura. James smiled as he walked away.   “What’s the smile for?” Laura asked.   “Oh nothing, I just remember what it was like at that age with a gorgeous woman in front of you,” he paused “not easy to control yourself, if you know what I mean.”   “James,” she swotted his arm, but giggled, looking down at herself, cleavage and legs on full display.   “You have a cute laugh, doll.” He took güvenilir bahis siteleri her hand across the table and stroked his thumb over her fingers.    She melted, her body was on fire at his touch and his words. Or his word. No one had ever called her “Doll” before and she had no idea it would have had this effect on her. She shifted in her seat feeling a wetness growing between her legs.   They chatted, drank, and ate as she grew more confident around him. As they finished their main course, she was running her foot up and down his leg, slowly and softly. She could see the look in his eyes grow darker and more intense. Like he was looking into her mind and he could sense just how turned on she was by his presence. After the server had collected their plates and refilled their wine, James decided to see how much he could tease Laura. He’d noticed her squeezing her thighs together, all night and shifting in her seat. And everyone in the restaurant could see her nipples straining against her tight black dress.   James reached under the table and grabbed Laura’s ankle, holding it tight in his grasp. He looked into her eyes; she felt hot with desire but blushed thinking she’d taken things too far. Until he pushed her leg back down to the floor. She was confused and a little hurt that he wasn’t feeling the same as her. That was until he put his own foot between hers and gently kicked her feet apart so her legs were spread open. She felt a fresh wave of longing burn through her. He nudged the knife that the server had left off the edge of the table. And without saying a word, while staring at her grinning, he bent down to pick it up. He looked straight up her dress, which was now resting at the very tops of her thighs, barely covering her red lace thong. But from where he was James had an amazing view. He toyed with the idea of reaching up and stroking her through her thong. But instead, he opted to run his hand up her leg, slowly, from her ankle, grazing up the side of her leg, fingertips iddaa siteleri against her soft, smooth skin. Past her knee, he could hear her breathing deeper higher he went. When he reached her mid-thigh, he gave it a soft squeeze and then returned to his seat.    He knew its efforts had the desired effects because when he looked at her, she was flushed, her lips parted slightly, panting. And her thighs were squeezed together more tightly than they had been before. He held her gaze until she finally looked up at him.  “Do you want to get out of here? My place is close by, or there is a bar around the corner.”   The words had barely left his lips when she shot back, “Your place.”    He smiled then licked his lips, nodding. He called the server over and paid the bill even though Laura insisted on paying half. He shot her a look that told her not to argue with him about this, or she might regret it later.   He grabbed her hand and led her out of the restaurant, taking the longer route past as many tables as he could, hoping she’d be a little embarrassed walking past tables of people all staring at her. With her other hand, she held into the bottom of her dress almost running behind him in her black high heels to keep up with his long strides.    He opened the door of his car for her and ushered her in. His own desperation growing. Laura felt the cool leather of the seats on the back of her thighs. It made her body shiver as he sat next to her and rested his large hand high on her thigh.   He turned to look at her, “Are you sure about this?” She nodded, but he shook his head back at her.   “Tell me,” he whispered as he leant in closer to her, his hand around the back of her neck. She could feel his hot breath on her skin.   “I am sure about this, James,” she whispered breathlessly.    “Good.” He smiled back at her.    He leant in closer and kissed her. She flung her arms around his neck pulling him in closer. Her mouth opened to accept his tongue. His hand worked up her leg, pushing up her dress. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, desperate to feel something, anything between her legs. Her hips ground against the seat as they continued to kiss. He slowly pulled away from her, their foreheads resting against each other.