And thus the acceptance of my first "date".


What was the deciding factor?

1.The question.
"Would u care to accompany me to the Ballet on Saturday night?"

2.The intent.
"It is time u took a break and did something u enjoy."

3.The offer.
"Am not expecting a free night out and thus it is understood the 'paperwork ' will be met. I know u have obligations that need to be met."

4.Lastly...
"Dinner after the ballet?"

And even though it was not appropriate to wear a short all revealing little number, it took careful planning to ensure the "sexy" was there.
His appreciation was evident in the greet, the possessive pressure of his hand in the small of my back....the look in his eyes.

How easily we connected. The initial nerves numbed by that first smile, the hug pulling me closer into him.
And though i have watched "Giselle" many a time....this one will stay with me for a while.

My heart was a flutter throughout. Could it be the tragic story of Giselle heightened my senses and made me feel more like a "lover"?
My "date", his nearness, his courting mannerism, his touch....that look.
And his casual laugh....a wicked sense of humour.

I found myself wanting to forget protocol and devour the very essense of him right there and then while the notes of Adolphe Adam thundered in the theatre.
But.
Prudently.
Rather chose to hold his hand and press myself gently to his side...as close as possible.

He knew how i felt.

Dinner did take place. It was quiet. Absorbing. Heartbeats in unison. Electrifying-ly gentle.

And even though the dress was long...it didnt take much to slide off.
The gloves he helped me with....the stockings stayed.

I did consume.
Bridgitte style.

Disheveled.
Breathless.
Content.
Not sure the dress was donned the right way again.(GRIN).

I left.

My little black number purring as i put my foot down on the  accelerator, enjoying the power of her engine as we sped home.

Dear Sir.
Thank you for the treat. I am still smiling.

Till we share again.

Xxx
B.

PS. The second half was better than the first. Heart touching. Performed to near perfection....the agony and will to sacrifice near tangible in the performance.

Wow Ms B
Dress off
Gloves off
Stockings on and then..... Love Glove on?! Then consumed him Bridget style??

Please expand on Bridget style cos that leaves a lot to be imagined
And you know my wicked imagination

It does though sound like a very sexy date night

What a very lucky man

On 2016-04-14 13:33:46 I am who I am said:
What a very lucky man

I agree. Bridgette is one hot mamacita. I definitely wont say no to a lollygagging from her, thats for sure.

I've got to say that the gentleman concerned is not lucky. He's skilled. Thanks for the lesson...

Congratulations Ms RB
Truly an evocative piece of writing, creating more than a touch of envy.
The location, the theme, the ambience, the company, the music, the occasion clearly combined to a satisfactory end???
Maybe when you "share again" protocol could be sacrificed on the altar of pleasure.
As said earlier - "what a very lucky man"
Keep up the writing and our common state of suspenseful uncertainty.
Care for a date??

Iamfunluva
It is that wicked imagination of yours that lends to our naughty sessions. You feed my imagination.

Love glove?
Mmmmmm.....nope darling. Not that night. This gentleman dabbles in something less obvious.....matches my fantasy breathe by breathe, heartbeat by heartbeat.

Deliciously intoxicating.

Xxx
B.

I am who i am
i shall take your statement as a compliment and cant wait to hopefully make u a " lucky man" for i know i shall be the lucky one once u come to visit.

Xxx
B.

Mujahid
Is it possible your resolve dwindling?????
Forewarning....this mamacita does not dabble in "gagging"
But.
Lollies.....a sweet passtime.

Thank u for calling me hot....now time u come experience.

:D!

Xxx
B.

If there is one lady that truly deserves to be treated as such, THE one that always gives, it is without, any doubt, our dearest Bridgitte.