The Meeting

Before settling down, I pick up the glass and take a big gulp. "You tricked me. There is no meeting, is there?"

His hand moves to my knee, rubbing circles against the tender skin before saying, "Oh, there is, and my partners are here somewhere…. I just decided to hedge my bets and make sure you didn't turn me down. Even though I know you wanted to see me again as much as I wanted to see you, I knew you would deny it, even to yourself." His touch is doing crazy things to my body, and I'm fighting the urge to moan in pleasure. He leans closer, and his lips settle near my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "You've been on my mind this week. I can't stop thinking about how you'll look when you come."

The wine that I am in the process of swallowing is suddenly blowing from my mouth and nose. I try to catch my breath as I choke. Vinisus removes his hand from my leg and pats my back gently until I can breathe again. Embarrassed, I take the napkins the bartender is holding out and try to dry up the mess I've made. Turning to the enthralled man beside me, I roll my eyes and say, "Please warn me next time before you say something like that.”

"So, you agree there'll be the next time. I knew you were a realist, baby."

I raise a brow, loving the verbal wordplay despite myself. "Baby? Isn't that a little personal for someone you barely know?"

His strolling hand returns to my knee before running lightly beneath the hem of my dress. "I’m ready to remedy that whenever you are…baby.” I can’t ever remember being so turned on from just a conversation. Talking to him is like word foreplay. My core throbs, and I fight the urge to squeeze my legs together to relieve the ache there. This type of desire is foreign to me. I have the usual needs of a woman, but I easily take care of them with my baby daddy. I’ve never been turned on by a man to the point of misery before.

 I gape as my dress slowly inches up. “Da…what?”

“Shhh, if I can’t taste you now, I want to feel you.” My core floods at his words and his intention. “Spread your legs for me, baby,” he whispers against my ear. With no thought of denying him, I inch my legs apart and gasp as the cool air hits the damp fabric of my panties. With no preliminaries, he is at my apex, pulling the lace at my leg aside—my breath stalls as he plunges his finger into my wetness. I turn my face to his neck and moan. He strokes my clit as he asks, “Are you this wet because you want my cock? Do you need to be fucked?” His finger stills as if awaiting my reply.

 At this point, though, I’d confess to anything if it meant his finger would start moving again. When it does, I want to weep with relief.

I am entirely focused on the tension building inside me when the waiter suddenly appears at the end of the table. I jump in my seat, but he is the picture of innocence. Unseen, he lazily removes his hand from my panties and takes the proffered wine glass. I almost die in horror when he runs the finger he has just removed from my sex against the rim of the glass before taking a drink. He licks his lip appreciatively.

 He orders for both of us and turns back to me, "what are your plans when the companies merge?"

 Before I give an answer,I excuse myself from the table to find a powder room. Once inside, I lock the door and check my appearance in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed pink from being so turned on. I usually am my worst critic, but looking at my reflection, I have to admit I look sexy.

Just then, a quick knock on the door startles me. “Just a minute,” I call

“It’s me. Let me in.” His voice is deep and sexy.

I twist the doorknob to unlock it, and he comes in. The air between us tingles with electricity as he clicks the lock back into place. Then he lungs for me.

 He steps closer to me and stares. He seems to feel the same inner conflict I do. Maybe he will be decisive for both of us and be the one to leave. As the seconds turn into minutes, I start when his hand is suddenly at my waist.

“You look beautiful tonight.” Just as I begin to glow at his compliment, he adds, “I’ve wanted to get my hands and mouth on these tits all night,” he growls into my ear as he steps behind me and lowers the zipper on the back of my dress.

 My entire body is thrumming with excitement, and my nipples harden. I want Vinicius to put his large hands over them, to pinch the painfully stiff peaks that ache for him.

“Fantastic,” he whispers as he watches in the mirror while my breasts sprang out of the top of my dress. He brings one hand up to play with my nipples while the other hand eases up my thigh, raising my dress. He traces his fingers along the thigh, following the same path that he had teased me with earlier.

His head lowers slowly toward mine as he whispers against my ears, “Would you like that, baby? His tongue trails over my neck, and I moan low in my throat

 My thong is entirely soaked. I push back into him, panting with need. His big and hard cock pressed into my back as his teeth nibbles on my ear. I sway against his length, unable to help myself. He grinds against me, and I feel the big head of his cock nudge against my entrance through the thin material separating us.

When his tongue enters my mouth, I’m lost. There is nothing I wouldn’t give him at this moment to continue feeling this way. I ride the leg he has inserted between mine and feels the tension starting to build within me.

When his lips move to my neck, I moan his name, completely caught up in all things him. He seems to realize from the sound of my voice that I’m close to coming just from his mouth, hands, and knee. At this point, I don’t even need his cock inside me to find paradise. When he starts to pull away, I whimper, requiring him to ease the ache in my body.

He whispers, “this is a public place baby, I want a real date.” I stand there dumbly as he straightens my dress and hair. Before words can come out of my mouth, he is gone.