Persisting on the Tongue
For the first time in my life, I put on lingerie. Up until then, I was content with just having clothing between me and the world.
I loved the idea that people might notice my hard nipples through my clothes while I went about my daily routine. I'd wear short skirts and tight tops, feeling attractive and flaunting my arousal in a fun way. I'd even move seductively in grocery stores and sit cross-legged at restaurants, waiting for someone to catch a glimpse of my invitation.
I viewed it as a public game, even though I was the only real player. The anticipation of a stranger noticing was captivating, but after a while, it started to lose its charm. I would often find myself browsing through the Intimates section of various stores, dreaming of a fellow adventurer discovering my hidden secret.
Why had I not met anyone lately who had even glanced at my nipples peeking out of my blouse or saw between my legs when I sat in a short skirt by the lunch counter?
It was a warm evening when I let some air into my blouse before entering a small bistro. I ordered a small dish and a glass of wine to help me decide if I wanted to keep playing this game or move on.
A new player emerged: my waitress.
One evening, she handed me the check with a note that read, "I like a woman in lingerie." I hadn't realized how silent the game had become until I got this message - my excitement skyrocketed. Someone had caught onto my game.
She was a few years younger, had shoulder-length dark hair and wore horn-rimmed glasses. She was also very attentive, which intrigued me even more. But her lack of commentary about my underwear aroused more questions.
Was the note a mistake? Did she really like women in lingerie?
These questions crowded my mind as I planned to test her again. Returning the following night, I ordered at the same table, showing off more cleavage than usual. She arrived with a different hairstyle and wearing more sensual glasses. Despite the new elements, her captivating nature remained.
But, surprisingly, she didn't change her demeanor. Why had she accepted the invitation? Was I receiving the notes by accident?
For the next lunch, I arrived early and requested the same table. I made sure she'd see my bra straps as I sat.
Then I waited.
When she stopped by my table, she gave no obvious sign of recognition. Was she testing me?
As she brought the bill, there was another note inside: "A woman in lingerie leaves room for imagination and exploration." The game was far from over.
A few days later, I spent my lunchtime shopping for the perfect outfit. A black lace bra and matching panties along with stockings and garters seemed like just the ticket. Afterward, I carefully prepared for the game.
The following evening, I chose to arrive late, hoping to build anticipation. Wearing a sheer white top, I was sure to reveal the dark lace of my bra.
But when I entered the restaurant, she wasn't close by. Should I continue?
I knew the game had officially begun. With every question came excitement and anxiety.
While waiting for my waitress, a thought struck me: Would she simply accept the invitation, giving no indication that she'd seen my bra straps or figured out my secret? If she did, would she also be testing me?
Suddenly, I realized that playing this game was more exhilarating than I had ever imagined. The game was no longer just about me; it also required strategy and interpretation. [2] [3] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16] [17] [18] [19] [20] [21] [22] [23] [24] [25] [26] [27] [28] [29] [30] [31] [32] [33] [34] [35] [36] [37] [38] [39] [40] [41] [42] [43] [44] [45] [46] [47] [48] [49] [50] [51] [52] [53] [54] [55] [56] [57] [58] [59] [60] [61] [62] [63] [64] [65] [66] [67] [68] [69] [70] [71] [72] [73] [74] [75] [76] [77] [78] [79] [80] [81] [82] [83] [84] [85] [86] [87] [88] [89] [90] [91] [92] [93] [94] [95] [96] [97] [98] [99] [100] [101] [102] [103] [104] [105] [106] [107] [108] [109] [110] [111] [112]
I tried to maintain a casual atmosphere, giving the impression of not needing any outside attention, but inside, I was burning. After so long, someone had finally spotted my subtle signals, and the possibility of where this could lead was unbearable.
When she served my dessert, she cautiously leaned in and whispered in my ear.
"I finish at 10. I can have you satisfied by 11."
She placed the small bowl of gelato just out of reach of my fingers, and before leaving for the kitchen, her hand brushed the edge of my shoulder.
The light touch was deliberate and enticing.
I ordered a glass of Merlot, completed my dessert, and sat paralyzed as the restaurant shut down.
It was 9:55.
What was I going to do? The game had acquired unexpected factors, and I began to question my eagerness to participate in...
My thoughts became blank.
I hadn't gotten this far in my thinking. Yes, the game was highly enticing. And yes, I wanted someone to see my secluded yearning, but then what?
My heart raced. My left hand shook, so I placed it under my leg. But even with my anxieties, the intense feeling coursing through my limbs was still my urge.
I quickly steadied my hand, reached into my purse, and scribbled a brief message on a small piece of paper.
When she returned to my table one last time, I used my credit card and handed her the note. She read it discreetly, kneeled down, and whispered in my ear.
"I'll meet you in the parking lot in ten minutes."
The feeling of her breath against my cheek and the fragrance of her perfume overwhelmed my senses; it was all I could do to maintain my composure with her so close to me.
I observed the way she walked as she vanished into the kitchen: So confident.
I stabilized myself, drained the last of my wine, and left the restaurant.
The night air was warm and alluring; a gentle breeze caressed my face and exposed the backs of my legs.
I walked across the parking lot and leaned against my vehicle to wait.
It was the silence that unsettled me, the anticipation that examined my bravery. I could have easily driven away and avoided this entire affair, abandoned the idea, and simply continued my solitary life: Quietly alone.
The sound of the door opening and closing alarmed me.
A mere moment had passed; a slender, dark form was making its way toward me. My hands began to shake. The excitement was unbearable, and shivers covered my skin.
I could feel the shift as my nipples stiffened in the new, sheer bra.
I adjusted myself slightly while attempting to stay calm as I kept an eye on her graceful stride; her stride was steady and focused.
"Good evening," I said as calmly as possible.
"I'm Allie," my waitress said as she stopped just a few feet in front of me. "Are you still hungry?"
"Ravenous," I confessed, our eyes meeting intently for the first time.
Allie took a step forward and frightened me with a passionate kiss -- her hands running up the length of my arms, all the way to the thin straps under my top.
She held me in place, our lips generating all the heat.
Her fingers played with the material, but the idea of sex in a parking lot overwhelmed me, and I pulled back.
"I've never..." I tried to say.
Instantaneously, I had lowered my guard. She'd taken me aback and I was in complete disarray. I looked to her for support.
"It's okay. You're with me."
"Is there a place nearby -- a private location where we could go?" I asked nervously.
"Come with me," Allie said, tugging me across the parking lot to a flight of stairs leading up the side of a nearby building.
As we climbed the stairs, I again watched her confident walk: Her youthful, lithe body in front of me, guiding me to a place I hoped would satisfy needs within me that had been dormant for years.
She turned the key and opened the door to a tiny apartment.
"It belongs to a friend," she informed me as we entered the dark.
Once inside, even though I couldn't make her out in the gloom, my hunger took over my anxieties.
Allie set her bag on the floor, turned on a dim lamp, and started removing her blouse. I stood, transfixed, and stared eagerly as she unbuttoned her garments.
"I like to work quickly," she said as her top fell away.
Beneath her work clothing, she wore a white, lace bra, and a small butterfly tattoo adorned her left shoulder.
Before reaching me, she unfastened the buttons on her black jeans, hinting at her white undies.
"Show me," she whispered while she reached out to grasp my shirt and raise it up over my head. "I want to observe the item you chose for me."
I stood uncertainly and observed her as she removed my shirt. With each dab of her fingers on my bra straps, movement followed along with shifting emotions.
"It looks good."
Then her delicate fingers glided down my stomach, each touch of her skin branding me. I felt my heart rate quicken as she drew closer to the zipper on my skirt.
Allie gazed directly at me, her gaze cutting through me as she slowly disentangled the zipper from the side of my skirt - a transition between silk panties and exposed skin.
The skirt's descent felt ceremonial, a smoke screen that exploded onto the floor around my ankles.
"You're an excellent student," Allie remarked while her fingers journeyed over my panties.
A tingling sensation washed over me as she caressed my hips under the fabric.
"You kiss well," she added while her lips met mine. "And you smell lovely," she murmured as kissed down to my belly. Her lips gently grazed my new panties, my wetness pulsing behind the silk.
I lost control as my hands reached up and gripped the door frame for support. My feet, still ensnared in my clothing, wobbled slightly.
"Close your eyes," she commanded. Her fingers unraveled my panty straps piece by piece, teasing the cowgirl lace mingling with my pussy lips still tangled by the panty fabric.
Suddenly seconds felt like minutes, and then a minute felt like an hour. One moment, I was feeling the fingers grip my thighs, ensuing combustion.
She requested I spread my legs and pushed me against the door as she guided me with her touches.
She pressed her mouth against my thigh tattoos, pulling with her tongue. I fearlessly spread my legs a little wider while still gripping the door. Uncertain of the next steps, I pushed my pelvis into her face.
"Inhale with me," she whispered in sounding like a sorceress. I wasn't understanding exactly, my fight-or-flight response and trembling was uncontrollable with the weight of her fingers in between my legs.
I obediently followed by halting my breathing but with unstoppable twitches.
"Watch me," she urged and stretched my lipline with her fingers. My knees slightly buckled from the incessant sensations before her.
I leaned back against the door with shaking hands clutching the frame, with Allie continuing to lick my pussy lips through the silk her mouth was pressed against my thigh.
Suddenly this went from arousing to slightly painful. I suddenly had to look back at her and she remained steadfast, feasting on the moment.
Seeing the ardor in her eyes, she pulled away from my thighs to allow losing control and lost in the emotional experience I was having.
"Are you ready?" she asked with assurance that her touch was going to take me there. She stared deep into my soul.
"Yes, please."
She guided my legs wider apart while her tongue licked my panties. Her fingers still gripped tightly onto my thighs as if to push me over, then her fingers slid in one by one, her touch bordering between pleasure and teasing throes.
It felt like a pinch, a few strong thrusts, with my knees buckling more each thrust. She extended her tongue and made the off-putting act of pushing me through the climax.
A wrenching in my body, barely contained, my moisture soak a throbbing indicator.
With one eye slightly open, I finally gave in with an "Ohgodyes" and forced myself to summon images while watching her tongue bathing my pussy. She looked up at me encouragingly.
"You're begging for it now," she noticed.
My breathing reestablished, I steadied my legs and pursed my lips before walking back into her presence.
"May I present these for you?" I asked while reattaching my panties and adjusting my bra, my damp face wiped dry of the rivers running down. Before her, I stood resistant.
Allie pulled me into her chest and held me close. The comfort and relieving touch calm my entire being.
A small tear fell along my face and dribbled onto her shoulder with a sigh stored within it.
Her words hadn't created the intense experience I felt - the profound shift on another level for which I lacked the context. I just surrendered every part of me, fully to her embrace.
When I finally achieved strength, I came back into my full sensuality and inched my panties back into place. I reveled in my new interests as I stood there, feeling her body lustfully wrapped around me.
This freeing bond offered a wholesome pleasure and for the first time, I tensed and relished the discovery of my own force.
Allie nonchalantly slouched back and gazed up at me. The delicate fabric still felt foreign against my skin, nevertheless, I felt stripped naked. With a subtle hint, someone had bestowed upon me a fresh appreciation and led me to brand-new erotic fulfillment.
I gracefully reached down and grasped her chin to draw her face skyward.
"Maybe," I uttered, "it's high time someone met your desires."
I bent down slightly and smoothed her hair with both hands. While I did, I placed myself in close proximity to her lips.
"You've been attending to me," I stated, "now let me ignite your creativity."
The room, although still largely dark, appeared a tad brighter. And Allie's eyes, locked on me, shone with heightened brightness.
"I enjoy this diversion."
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