Date Night - The Arrival - Part 1

Do you remember what it is like to invite a hot fellow kinky deviant on a home dinner date ?

To cook...to get ready to be excited about what the night may bring , intrigued with each other ?.

Its been months.... Sadness has been filing the air between us...no need to be spoken we are so connected our minds are crying together with the inevitable day of reckoning . ...months of no intimacy, passion and damn right kinkiness has lead to us both to this much needed night.

A kinky supper, Just the the two of us...no third, fourth person selected on this occasion ...a night of lust, kink and play....a night to revive the trials, tribulations and a testimony to our kinky nature.

The night wont be without a twist for no night is ever the same ....we both are fellow deviants with wicked lust fuelled minds......the plan is for Ali to arrive at the chosen AirBnB as my new kinky play friend.

I'm making a simple supper, one linked to the night ahead that allows us plenty of time to flirt, tease, build anticipation, talk that makes me twitch and Ali leak, fun, laughter and time well, just to feel alive again together sharing our own thoughts and passions.

The menu is linked to kink....blood rare steak, good wine and naughty simple desert of strawberries, chocolate and cream.

I set the table, prepare food and decant the fine red wine. I get ready, wash shave and put on my new , tight white collar shirt, the aftershave is strong and masculine and I feel good, healthy and ready.

It's past the hour, women's prerogative as they say, I'm starting to wonder if she will show, you never can tell with a deviant goddess. The minutes tick down, I pace the floor and then.....the large knock on the door.

My heart jumps, its Ali, I know its her, I really don't know what to expect, is it her only, has she brought a friend or friends, has she got me too boiling point and its party night with her friends....time slows as I walk to the door....

I open the door and my mouth drops and my cock jumps. Ali has arrived in true style. She steps through the door and my eyes devour her head to toe. She is wearing a tight fitted custom made black leather dress that hugs her body like a tight glove.

I stand just looking, I see her dazzling eyes and smile watching and feeding on me as my eyes flick up and down every inch of this stunningly beautiful women. I smell her enticing perfume and watch her lips all shiny and fem close within an inch of mine.

Agonizingly she holds the moment, savouring how mesmerized I am and frozen in the moment, later I wonder if she was letting my cock twitch and ooze droplets of pre cum just for kicks.

I cant hold back, tilt my head and my lips close on hers, long black opera style leather gloves reach around my neck and draw me into a deep and passionate kiss. My own hands shoot out to steady her, but they slide over hips in leather, rolling over and down her bottom, my brain recognizing the sensation of metal suspender clips under her dress holding stockings firmly in place. I close my eyes tightly and imagine what she is wearing or not under her dress.

She steps away leaving me mid kiss, flick of the hair she turns and starts to walk up the stairs. I watch , see now her sheer legs encased in fully fashioned seamed stockings, the time she has taken to stretch her nylon legs to get the seams straight. Black high heel shoes flick red soles to contrast the all black.

My boxers feel funny, its the damp patch that has now formed on the front with pre-cum as I watch Ali's hips swing from side to side, and the 'swish' noise made by sheer hosiery as thighs rub together when walking, My heart is pounding and I so want her right now, but that may or may not happen, that's the thing with a seductress , our kinky fetish theme is yet to unfold this night.