Theirs was a strange "love affair".

An upcoming escapade of erotic imaginings where the tease was the point and... nothing more.

As he said, penetration was a simple thing... he wanted to engage in the lead up to whatever may be the outcome after dinner ....even if it was her driving home and he ubering back to his.


He told her he loved the idea of seeing her nipples press firmly against a smooth clothed dress.

Would she mind being braless?

She had those prominent nipples and he wanted to watch other men try their very best to not look.

It turned him on.

Legs stockinged and heeled. He liked the idea of a silken snug fitting pantie...imagining the plumpness, the ripeness of full pussy lips pressing against the fine cloth.
He wanted to stroke the warmness thru the pantie, gently, cupping the heat..all possible due to the long table cloth that covered any witnessing of his kinky desires.

He like the idea that she would willingly spread her legs so he could run his hands up her inner thigh.

The idea of her sitting close to him, leaning in to whisper in his ear, feeling her braless breast press against his arm.

That feeling of his cock going hard, staying hard. Sore because he needed release.
Sore because she had been feeding him luscious bits of cock fucking fantasies via messaging as a lead u to their meet for over a week.

He knew the meaning of blue balls.

He really didn't want to fuck her.

But.

He began to think about it and told her.

She told to him another time and that drove him up the wall and....he loved it.

He didn't want her to give in to him.

It was a gradual process...this "love affair" of theirs.

He liked the desire in his cock and the hunger that made him yearn.

Maybe just maybe one day they may just fuck.

RB.