Dinner was a more pleasant experience than I had expected. You can never tell how eating dinner with a stranger will go. But I am delighted to say that Kevin had excellent table manners.
We both attempted to keep the conversation light. He told me stories about his life on the road, home life and family. I learned that his parents were both dead, within a couple of years of each other. His sister was still alive, but they hardly talked and his son, from his first marriage, lived in California.
I told him some stories from my life as well, but I really wanted to see if food was his only reason for being with me. I decided to try and drop some innuendo into the conversation.
“Do you like the stew?” I asked.
“Oh yes,” he replied, smiling.
A dribble of sauce was running to drip of his chin. He grabbed his serviette and stemmed the flow.
“It’s really rich and meaty,” he continued. “A real meaty mouthful.”
it was an opportunity to good to ignore.
“Yes,” I agreed. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a real meaty mouthful.”
I stopped eating and talking. I waited for his reaction, hoping he would get my meaning.
He laid his utensils down on the plate and continued chewing, until he could swallow his food comfortably.
He looked me straight in the face, emotionless.
“So, do you think you could handle a meaty mouthful and swallow it?”
My heart was suddenly beating fast and started to feel my pussy moisten.
“Well,” I replied. “I would certainly welcome the chance to try.”
The rest of dinner was suddenly forgotten as Kevin stood up from the table and held out his hand.
“Milady,” he said.
I also rose from my seat and placed my hand in his as he led to the couch.
***oOo***
After we sat down, Kevin moved his face towards mine and our lips met in passionate kiss. I felt his tongue probing, looking for a way into my mouth and so I parted my lips and allowed him in.
His hands moved along the sides of my body, squeezing my rib cage and moving over my breasts. He cupped them and gently massaged them.
I placed a hand on his thigh and slowly moved it towards his crotch. I felt him shiver as my fingers touched the head of his hardening penis.
I could feel my panties beginning to soak and I pushed him away, breaking the kiss. I stood up, told him to stay where he was, make himself comfortable and that I would be right back.
I left Kevin on the couch and headed upstairs to my bedroom. Once inside, I switched my nightstand lights and turned down the duvet.
I stripped off my dress, unhooked my bra and rolled down my sodden panties.
My juices were running down my inner thighs. I hadn’t been this turned in ages. I ran into my bathroom and cleaned myself up, as best I could.
Returning to the bedroom once more, I pulled on a fresh, clean pair of white, microfibre panties. I slipped a white, almost see-through negligee over my body. The hem stopped just above my knees. Despite the comfortable warmth of the bedroom, my nipples were as hard as pebbles. They protruded and rubbed against the sheer material of the garment.