"Am I your girl?" ask you as I admire your smile, and you were admiring my body, my breasts to be exact that was so lovely framed by the deep v neckline of my dress.
"What do you think?"
Looking into your eyes and seeing so many things but nothing clear on that subject. Deciding that I needed clarification and the only way to get that was to do a show and tell.
"Show me," I whispered in the space between us.
Your smile dims a bit as the light in your eyes come to life, and I watch in anticipation.
"Well, it is a place to start..." I say, looking into your eyes, letting you see my desire.
We are sitting at a corner table in our favorite restaurant, having a lovely meal and drinking a very nice red wine. So it was all nice and warm between us.
"Am I your girl?" I ask again, and then I feel your warm hand on my bare thigh. I stifle a moan by sipping some wine, but nothing can stop the delicious zing that goes from my pussy to my nipples, causing them to rise to the occasion. With your eyes still locked on mine, your fingers stroking the outside of my shaved kitty, you take a long drink of wine. At this point, I wanted to purr, and then I imagined you licking my kitty... Oh my! By the look on my face, you know how you are affecting me and push the high side split in my skirt aside and check my aroused state for yourself. Oh hot damn, I wanted ...then I quickly remembered where we are.
"Do I need any?" I smile coyly.
So there we sat eating our wonderful meal, drinking great wine and you playing in my pussy the whole time. Never was I so glad that you are ambidextrous as I was then, so by the time dessert, the waiter asked if we would like dessert I was beyond ready to cum. After informing the waiter that would be having dessert at home and asked for the check, I question my ability to walk much less stand, but with your arm around my waist, I was able to make it to the car. At which point, I fell into the seat when you open the car door because my need to come orgasm was so intense that it was jumping under the surface of my skin, my pussy was a swollen wet throbbing mess. I wanted to get naked and fuck like someone insane, but you got into the car and calming turn on some music, adjust your seat, and drove off with not one glance in my direction.
Am I your girl, the question running through my mind leaving it's hot horny little footprints everywhere. So much so, that I start masturbating, not caring about your expensive leather seats, or seen by passing cars. You continue driving as I pull up my skirt, exposing my pussy and pulled down the neckline of my dress to free my breasts, inviting them to the party. So there we were Sting voice coming out of the speakers with me I pleasuring myself as you drove us home. By the time we arrived, I was a soggy wet mess, and so was the passenger's side leather seat as I had cum a few times, I think.
You got out of the car and came around to the passenger side, open the door, and pulled me out with my tits still out and fingers busy in my pussy. Smacking my hand away, you grab me and give me one of those deep kisses that had our tongue dancing a mean tango ...lord it almost makes me cum...again.
"So you think you've done, huh," you say with your lips just a breath away from mine and in a dark voice heavy with desirous intent. I shiver with anticipation where your words would lead.
I try to breathe you into me, to have your lips back on mine and your cock deep inside me. I want you.
"Are you my girl," You ask with your hand massaging and stroking my body as if it was what was keeping you breathing.
Yes, you were always thanking God that we had no neighbors at least any that could see us as you... my husband, give me your answer.
Ripping the clothes from my body under the full moon, he made love to me, starting at my toes and working his way up,not missing any of the essential spots. He kisses and nips in between chanting,"you are my girl, always and forever." Stopping at my pussy, he visits there until I tried to impale myself on his tongue. He stops me with a smack on my behind and carries me into the more secluded backyard. Laying me down on a chaise lounge and positioning himself between my now quivering thighs. Then my husband, with his fingers lightly traced down and over my body in admirations before he slowly slid his cock into me, causing me to moan from my soul in pleasure. We fuck there and other places in the backyard before we fell into making love taking each other to the edge but never crossing it. There was a soft pink tint to the sky, and the birds had started their morning song when we came hard, long screaming into each other's mouth, not wanting to disturb anyone. Sometime later stiff and sticky, we went inside, we climb into the shower, still kissing and touching our eyes locked on the others as we murmured all of those words that lovers say to each other.
Later as we crawled into bed, still touching and murmuring our love, we smiled into each other's eyes.
Well, that was some anniversary, my husband said to me as he touches my face softly running a finger up the side of my face, past the crow's feet and laughs lines to run a hand through my short greying curls. We look lovingly into each other's eyes, past the pain of hard times, and the minor disappointments to see the strength of our love that got us through those times.
"Yesss, I am your girl," I say with a smile as I melt into his arms.
"And you always will be my girl," he whispers back and seals it with a kiss.