A Fiery Night

“Would you like anything for dessert?” the waiter asked. “I’d like the chocolate mousse please.” Piper smiled. Greg wanted her for dessert. “Apple pie for me.” He said. He hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of her all night. Everything about her turned him on. Everything. The way she cocked her head. The way she smiled. The way she slid the fork out of her mouth, licking every last piece of chocolate delicately. Piper saw him squirm and wondered if she was having an effect on him. She slid another small morsel into her mouth and sucked on it slowly. He had hardly touched his pie but he was gazing at her entranced. She grinned slyly. Underneath the table she slipped off one of her heels and slowly found his leg with her toes. She saw him stiffen slightly across the table. Then, her foot slowly began to caress his leg and she saw him take a deep breath as she guided her toes expertly up the inside of his thigh, rubbing firmly and slowly. He was breathing faster. Piper could tell. He was trying to stay calm but she had him. Suddenly his large warm hand clasped her foot tightly. She looked at him intensely. His other hand slowly descended and wrapped around her foot. Then he guided it in between his thighs. Piper’s breathing quickened as she felt his hardness. He let go and Piper began to move her foot in circles, massaging him. He was rock hard under the pants and they were both breathing rapidly. She pushed into him harder and he inhaled sharply. Their eyes were locked across the table. Harder. She could see small beads of sweat on the side of his forehead. Harder. He was staring deeper into her sultry, golden eyes. Harder. She licked her lips and he knew he couldn’t take it much longer. Harder. He wanted her more than anything. Harder. He clutched the sides of his chair. Harder. His heart was pounding.
“Would you like anything else?” They jumped, startled at the sudden interruption. Flustered but more coherent Piper smiled and shook her head no. The waiter, with a curious smile, left the bill on the table. Greg took the opportunity to lean forward and retrieve it. Piper, slid her foot back into her stilettos as Greg tried to inconspicuously fix his pants.