“It sounds interesting couldn’t we go and see it, we could pretend we are a couple?”
“No you still can’t go because there is a dress code. Women are only allowed in if they are braless. They can wear some sort of top a blouse or sweater, they must also wear a mini skirt no longer than 14 inches. If there is some doubt on what a woman’s is or isn’t wearing they will measure and check what they need to check.”
“Alright darling book a booth for Saturday.”
“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’ve heard every word, and this is exactly what I want.”
Her appearance at the top of the stairs that Saturday evening, stopped me in my tracks.
“Fucking hell.”
Raising her voice she said. “Remi don’t use language like that, I’m coming down.”
As she clipped down the stairs in her stilettoes, I watch as her breasts bounced around under a tight off the shoulder white silk blouse. It looked two sizes too small for her, displaying the shape and size of her nipples. Her red mini skirt couldn’t have been more than 13 inches in length and flicked up every time she took a step down the stairs. Whether it was deliberate or not, she was displaying her pink satin thong she wore beneath it.
“I think you approve, but do you think I’m suitably dressed for the evening, is my dress code acceptable?”
I swallowed and nodded, not having regained my composure or voice. If I had seen this woman dress like this, in any other public place, I would have said she was a slut.
We had no problem gaining entrance to the restaurant and were shown to our booth quickly and efficiently. From the menus on the table we selected our meals and pressed the button to summons the waiter. Having finished our meal and had everything cleared away we laid down together on the sofa.
Leaning over Maya I kissed her, she kissed me back wrapping her arms around me as I pulled her close pressing my groin against hers. I watched her face as I brought my hand up to fondle her breast, and found it surprisingly soft without the hindrance of a bra. She mouthed “I love you” as I grabbed the top of her blouse and pulled it down beneath her breasts, seeing them in all their glory for the first time. I cupped a breast in my hand, gave it a little shake and watched the ripples chase each other across the soft flesh.
Moving down I began to kiss the top of her breast and squeeze her nipples. Sucking and drawing on the soft flesh in my mouth, I left my mark on her, love bites on both tits. I could feel her hand on the outside of my pants, caressing my manhood. When I tried to slip my hand up her skirt she clamped her legs together and whispered “Not here let’s go home.” I didn’t need asking twice.
When I paid the bill the waiter asked. “Is everything alright sir?”
“Better than you could imagine,” and gave him a hefty tip.
Back home Maya took my hand as we climbed the stairs, leading me to hers and my father’s bedroom. I had been in their luxurious bedroom numerous times, envious of the carved furniture and the matching four poster bed. The bed had a silk canopy, and drapes around the three sides which were always open, and secured to the bedposts. This time the drapes were closed making it look like a Bedouin tent.