I felt a flash of heat as he tugged gently on the rope trailing down my spine. It was a fun and romantic night out. We had played and danced around each other long enough; now, we were going out for more. Feeling the diamond harness under my dress, each intricately placed knot made me feel simultaneously soothed and aroused. When my handsome and mountainous companion tucked gently, I felt the friction of each knot tug in place, especially the knot right above my clit.
Looking up at my date, he chuckled lightly. He knew what he was doing. I was about to make a bratty remark when the restaurant hostess said our booth was ready. Walking through the restaurant, I felt his light touch on my back and ever so slight hold onto the rope. I can hardly recall if it was more my idea or his to wear the diamond harness under my dress. Yet, it was doing what it was meant to, taking my mind off of being in public, off of pushing past a boundary that I had been keeping myself in check with. I'd never gone pantyless in public before. I'd wanted and yearned to try but never could bring myself to do it. He was good at putting me at ease, and when we discussed going out for the first time tonight, he asked if it would just be the two of us or if I wanted a more playful twist. With him, I wanted to play.
Sliding into the booth, I felt not only the lush leather but the sweet friction of the rope knotted and slipping along my netherlips, making me wetter than I already had been when we first left the hotel room. Ever the gentleman, he slid in beside me, the fabric of his slacks cleaning up the wet trail of my arousal. I leaned into him as our thighs touched. It was strange to think all anyone saw was two people on a date, but in our own little corner, so much more was happening. Our waitress took our order, and we chatted while I sipped on wine, and he drank his water. I knew I would just get the one, and he wouldn't indulge. He didn't very often when we were going to play together. I felt his massive and rough hand on my thigh under the table. Gently gliding, sliding the hem of my dress up.
I felt my cheeks flush, but our conversation was about nothing and everything. I couldn't help but open my legs slightly the higher he hand climbed. Again, his deep chuckle and the devilish twinkle in his eye let me know he knew how he was affecting me, but still, in his gravelly voice, he asked, "Is there something you need, little one?" Everyone to him was small, but hearing him call me 'little one' with that smile had me catching my breath and aching for him more.