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I received the text message. Straight to the point as always. “Dinner at Speranza’s. 8pm. Dress to impress. Ms S.” No ‘are you free tonight?’ or ‘do you fancy going for a meal?’ With Susie, or Miss Susie as she liked to be called, she expected you to be at her beck and call whenever she wanted you. And the truth was, I did so want her and I knew I was competing with others for her attention all the time. Susie had a list of girls and didn’t care letting you know just who she’d been with the night before. I thought ‘this is a test. If I choose the wrong outfit I’ll fail.’ I scanned my wardrobe, pulling outfit after outfit out onto the bed or onto the floor as I searched for the perfect outfit to make an entrance. Finally at 7.45pm I was ready. One last check in the mirror as I ran my eyes approvingly over my outfit. I went for classy and tasteful rather than slutty. A simple black dress, mid thigh with long sleeves, tight fitted, high necked, puritanical almost, though not puritanical enough to hide my 34C breasts which I ran my hands over, feeling the nipples harden through the material at the thought that Susie might do the same. To contrast the plain black dress, underneath I wore French knickers with a matching bra. French knickers were Susie’s one weakness and these would knock her out. They were a pale pink, almost nude colour with lace trim in a pinkish white and embroidered details, I knew she would approve of these. I decided to go against wearing stockings and after a final choice between knee high boots or open toed 4 inch heeled sandals, I went for the heels. I walked into the restaurant at 8 bahis şirketleri on the dot. When I mentioned I was meeting Mistress Susie, the waiter’s eyes lit up and he led me directly to your table. I could feel you checking me out, giving me the once over as he led me to the table. As he pulled out the chair for me, Susie glanced up at him, smiled and thanked him and told him we were ready to order. He nodded and left. I gasped and quickly opened the menu but she put the tip of her finger on the top of the menu and lowered it to the table. Looking at me with her piercing green eyes, I felt my insides melt and I knew I didn’t care if this was a test, all I wanted was to be near her. Without speaking, she turned and looked at a waitress who had appeared at our table. “Good evening Aoife. We will both have the scallops to start with followed by steak for me, rare and a Caesar salad for her.” Susie didn’t look at me the entire time, just smiled and flirted with the waitress with the funny name Ee-fa or something. She closed the menu with a snap and handed it back to Aoife and watched her as the waitress walked away from our table. Watching her sway her hips while wearing the regulation tight black mini skirt and white shirt, though managing to make it look erotic and sensual. My eyes ran up from her black flat shoes up her stockinged legs and over her firm peachy ass. She was tall, about 5’9 with pale skin and red hair, tied up in a severe bun. Finally Susie turned to look at me and at that moment my heart sank as I realised we were wearing almost identical dresses. Her dress looked fabulous on her. Her bahis firmaları slim petite frame allowed the fabric to hang alluringly rather than bulge out like mine did but there was no mistaking the high collared long sleeved dress. The only difference was hers was a maroon fabric, almost perfectly reflecting her hair colour. The waitress had returned and filled our glasses with a crisp sauvignon blanc and after waiting for a nod from Susie, I sipped it. God it tasted good. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Dinner in a beautiful restaurant, the woman I desired above all others sitting across the narrow table from me. My thoughts were interrupted by the sensations created by Susie’s stocking covered toe running up the naked flesh of my calf. I looked at her over the rim of the wine glass. She had a wicked grin on her face and her eyes were sparkling as I felt her foot rise higher under the table. The sensations her foot produced seemed to be hot-wired into my pussy. Her touch sending shock waves through me and I had to resist groaning when her foot pushed my knees apart. I spread my legs wide open for her, sliding down my chair a little to allow her easier access. I still held the wine glass in my hand and daren’t risk putting it down as her toes slowly tantalisingly slid along my inner thigh. The material of her stocking sending static electric pulses along my thigh, through my pussy and straight into my brain. She teased and tortured me as I sat there, her toes snaked its way along my thigh until it was just about to touch the lacy material then it would move to the other thigh and snake its way kaçak bahis siteleri back in again. Then, just as the waitress arrived with the starters, I felt her toe press against my clit and firmly rub up and down over the gusset of my panties. I couldn’t help it and made a startled yelp just as the waitress put the plate in front of me. She raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Susie who merely smiled and thanked her, telling her that it looked delicious. With that, her toe was gone and I was able to concentrate as we dined on the scallops, cooked to perfection. The subtle sweet richness of the seared scallops momentarily distracted me before I felt her toe press against me once again. I could feel my panties dampen as she manipulated me with her foot. Slow sweeping moves covering the whole of my slit were punctuated with short hard flicks on my clit. The pressure was building up and I could feel my knuckles whiten as I gripped the knife and fork. I saw the waitress approaching to collect our empty starter plates and tried to prepare myself for the assault I knew was coming. I felt Susie’s toe press against the opening of my pussy, stretching the fabric of my panties as she tried to force her toe inside. As the waitress reached to lift my plate, Susie flicked her toe against my clit while her other foot ran along the inside of my thigh. Again, I couldn’t stop the groan coming out of my mouth as I looked at the waitress, I felt the humiliation rising as I realised she knew exactly what was going on. The smirk on her face seeming to say ‘you dirty little slut, I know exactly what you are doing’ and I felt my cheeks redden as she walked away. I felt Susie remove her feet and raised my eyes to look at her as she leaned over and refilled my wine glass and put her hand over mine on the table. She smiled again, her eyes sparkling and alive.
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