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F.M.B.

Date: 8/19/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BelleFleure, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

into my full rump with every step, and catching glimpses of more men from nearby tables eyeing me up. I flushed, convinced that the base of my naked bum was visible to anyone I passed. It was such a turn-on and by the time we reached the maître d' I sensed a trace of juice smeared against my inside leg. “Good evening. Do you have a reservation?” I nodded and gave him the details. As he scanned the list I felt my date step into my space, his breath tickling my neck and his hardness against me. I shivered. All of a sudden I wasn't sure I could manage to sit through the entire meal without sweeping the plates to the floor, clambering across the table and fucking him. The maître d' evidently found us. “Ah yes, follow me please.” He led us to one edge of the restaurant and pulled a chair for me in front of the crisp linen tablecloth and array of cutlery glinting in the soft lights. Unfurling my napkin with a practised flick of a wrist, he draped it across my lap unaware of just how close his hand came to my nakedness. I shuddered as he informed us of the daily specials and left us with both the food and wine menus that I perused. Steak. It had to be steak. Medium-rare with peppercorn sauce and seasonal vegetables. Accompanied with a 2009 Châteauneuf-du-Pape. The man directly across the table from me selected the tenderloin and we sat back, finishing our cocktails before the wine arrived, splashed and aerated expertly into the goblet like purple fire, the tannin clinging to the ... inside surface a few beats. It was every bit as good as I expected, warm, ripe and fruity. His eyes sparkled over his wine glass, five-o-clock shadow visible across his firm jaw. “If we were alone I'd peel that dress from you, dribble this over your body and drink it from you.” “What a terrible waste of good wine.” “Depends where I'd drink it from.” I could only imagine. He drank both his wine and my visage simultaneously, placing his glass carefully in front of him. "Hand me your panties." The colour drained from my face and I went cold. Shit. In my haste and pre-occupation with perfecting the walk I'd entirely forgotten his final rule. I was supposed to wear them all day, take them off just prior to the date and bring them with me. I pictured them crumpled and perfectly stained on the bed, now useless. Looking down at my cutlery, a small voice escaped. "I, uhhh, forgot them." When I swung my gaze up to his, expecting displeasure, I found something else instead. A twisted smile. "No panties, no deal." "Wait! No. I can fetch them now. Bring them to you. You'll not notice the…" He silenced me, waving his hand like I wasn't the droids he was looking for. "No panties. No deal. Tonight you fuck yourself alone." "No!" "Unless…" "What? Anything." Jesus, I hated sounding so desperate. The crooked grin returned. "Forfeit." I didn't like the sound of that, but I had screwed up. I exhaled. "What?" He didn't answer immediately. Made me squirm. Took a long pull of his wine. "Play with ...