3 comments/ 29706 views/ 3 favorites Anniversary Day By: the_apocalypse As I woke up I could feel my cock being sucked slowly. I carried on pretending to be asleep as the mouth worked up and down my erect shaft, the tongue occasionally flicking the end. I moved slightly and moaned, gently lifting my hips and pushing myself deeper into the warmth surrounding me, and felt a hand slide underneath me and grip my ass. Parting my legs slightly the fingers ran along my ass crack, stopping briefly on my on my willing hole, and I prepared myself to be penetrated anally. The finger pushed gently, opening me slightly and almost entered, but then stopped and was removed. I groaned feeling myself building to climax and lifted the duvet slightly. I could just see the dark hair and reached down to run my fingers through it. My cock started to twitch uncontrollably and I could no longer hold back. I gasped and closed my eyes as warm jets of cum pulsed from my cock into the willing mouth. Greedily the mouth sucked, not wanting to waste a drop, until I was finally spent. The mouth sucked me a couple more times before I felt the tongue run the length of my shaft, flick over the end, and then the warmth was gone and my cock slapped against my own body. I reached down and stroked myself before I ran my hand along the smooth skin that had been sucking my cock. In one deft movement the body under the duvet turned away from me and I knew what I had to do. Diving under the duvet I ran my tongue along the inside of the smooth legs, kissing as I went, before the first sweet smell of the pussy reached my nose. The legs parted as my head got higher up until I could flick my tongue lightly across the shaven area I was looking for. The sweet taste made my cock spring back to life and I wrapped my hand around it and began stroking myself slowly. My tongue gently pushed its way into the hairless pussy and I began to move it in a circular motion seeking the sweet little bud that I knew would cause her to buck wildly. Using my free hand I parted her lips a little more and began to flick my tongue over the clit. Her body danced wildly, as though it had received an electric shock, as I carried on slowly stroking my cock. The first moans came from the bottom of the bed, quietly at first, as her orgasm began to tear through her body. She got louder, and her body bucked wilder, as I felt her juice running over my tongue. She wrapped her legs around my neck refusing to let me go until she was fully satisfied. I could feel my balls tightening and quickened my wanking until, as she released her legs, I felt the first spurt of cum leave my cock. Gripping my cock tightly I carried on stroking myself slowly until I was completely drained for the second time, cum dripping all over the bed sheets. I flicked at her swollen pussy once more before slithering down the bed and wrapping my arms around her. With sweat glistening on her body and the room filled with the smell of sex I wrapped my arms around her, my hand brushing over her nipples as I did so, and nuzzled as close to her as I could get. My cock, which was almost completely flaccid by now, nestled in the crack of her ass and I kissed her lightly. She wiggled against me and murmured softly. I desperately wanted to fuck her but, after cumming twice in quick succession I knew that I would have to wait a few minutes. She laid there, her breathing back to normal, and occasionally wiggled her tight ass against my cock. My cock twitched as she did and slowly began to rise again, pushing against her ass, and she parted herself for me. Reaching between her legs she wrapped her long fingers around me and guided my cock to the opening of her pussy. Easing my cock into her soaking pussy I started to thrust deep into her causing her to moan gently. Slowly I pumped at her pussy, massaging her tits as I did so, her moaning rising in volume. I felt her fingers against my cock as she started to stroke her clit. I could feel her long nails against my cock as I quickened my pace, sweat beading on my forehead. Every time I pushed my cock deep into her she pushed her ass back to meet my thrust, calling my name each time, begging me to fill her pussy with cum. I rammed my cock into her more urgently eager to give her what she wanted. She screamed out as she had yet another orgasm. My cock twitched at the tightening and, letting out a groan, I called out her name and came deep into her pussy. My cock twitched as jets of cum flooded into her, filling her gorgeous pussy. I carried on gently thrusting against her until I had nothing left to give her and kissed her lightly against the back of her neck. She murmured and pushed back against me as closely as she could. "Happy anniversary Lucy." I whispered into her ear as my cock started to soften inside her. "Mmm happy anniversary to you as well Rob." She replied softly. Anniversary Delight (true story that took place a few years ago) * * * * * Our anniversary was going to start with a bang. Well not literally, but I DID have an evening of fun and frolic in mind. I had been chatting on the Internet for so long now, that I decided to give up some inhibitions in real life. If these ladies I talked to could do this stuff then I darn well could too. Earlier in the day, my husband invited me out for dinner to my favorite restaurant. I decided to have some fun as lately I had become quite the teasing wife. I got out his favorite black dress that's cut short with a simple plunging v-neck. This was my tightest dress by far and my husband was often complimentary when I wore it. However this time, there was a surprise awaiting him underneath the dress. We pulled out of the driveway and headed down the road, making small talk about how our day had gone. While he was driving he reached over and gently rested his hand on my thigh. I inched a little closer and the conversation continued. Then he started to stroke my thigh, making his way up slowly inside my dress. We drove out onto the highway and as it was rush hour, cars were swarming around us but he's a safe driver so I let him continue. Eventually his hand found its way further up my thigh (he always said my thighs were the softest part of my body) until it reached that area of silken delight. His eyes widened as he looked at me and I grinned saying, "Surprise". I loved the look on his face at the moment he found out I wasn't wearing any panties. I had always been a conservative wife and he never complained. But he was beginning to enjoy the new me more and more. He played with me quite a bit while driving but was determined to get us there in one piece so he was cautious. Once we got to the restaurant, he came around and opened my door and I stepped out, wearing my black high heels. Not stilettos mind you, but still the shoes encouraged my calf muscles to stand out when I walked. By this point he knew that not only was I not wearing panties, but I had no bra on either. Just one simple short black dress and high heels were all I was wearing. No big deal. We sat down at a small out of the way table and ordered our meal. His eyes burned brightly into mine during the entire meal and I couldn't help slipping my foot out of my shoe and feeling my way up his leg until my foot was pressed against his hardened cock. I was driving him insane and loving every minute of it. What's an anniversary for? After the meal, we walked around in a nearby mall for a while and then decided to come back home to finish the night off right. Again he took the wheel and I smiled mischievously at him and asked him to take the back way home. "What are you up to my dear?" was his response. I just smiled and acted innocent. When he got to a quieter part of town, I moved closer to him and unzipped his pants. Reaching in, I grabbed a semi-hard shaft and lowered my head. Interestingly enough, about the same time I started this, the car slowed down. Guess hubby was just being cautious again. I licked the slit of his cock at first, just letting him get used to it. Then I ran my tongue around the edge, licking him faster and faster while his fingers ran through my hair. The head of a man's cock is very soft and I just couldn't seem to get enough of it, twirling my tongue around the edges until finally I took the entire head of his cock in my mouth, again running my tongue over and over the slit. Precum was flowing by this time and we were having the ride of our lives. At this point my husband mentioned that there was a truck behind us which of course only encouraged my attentions on his hard shaft. My husband tried to speed up but to no avail. His moans were becoming louder now and I'm sure the added pressure of the nearby truck only helped make matters worse…or better. He decided to let the truck go past and as soon as he went around us, I went at it full force. My lips pulled at his cock and starting sucking him all the way down and he quickly began to lose it. He gripped the wheel to keep control of the car but slowed down so he wouldn't drive into anything. We were in the country by now and he was driving about 10 miles per hour. After running the length of my tongue up and down his shaft, he finally came and I took all of him in my mouth like a good wife. When he was finished, I licked every last drop and then sat up, smiling like a Cheshire cat. I had given hubby my present and he seemed quite satisfied. "Happy anniversary baby." Anniversary Dinner Our anniversary was coming up, and I had made reservations for us to go out and eat at our favorite Italian restaurant. “Come on, Linda, our reservations are at 8:00…we need to go.” Linda walked into the den, and all I could say was “Wow.” She was dressed in a short black skirt, which really showed off her long legs, and a white silk blouse, with the top few buttons undone. She walked over to me and put her arms around me and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I dropped my hands to her ass, squeezing, and then running them under her skirt to caress her soft skin underneath. She laughed and pulled away, saying, “We don’t have time for that, if we are going to make it to dinner….catch me later.” I reluctantly pulled away, and we headed to the restaurant. We arrived and we were seated in the back corner, which was a rounded booth, kind of back away from most of the other tables. As she slid into the booth, I saw that she was wearing the little lacy red g-string that she knew I loved so much. She caught me looking, and grinned at me as she said, “And what do you think you’re looking at? I smiled back and replied, “just enjoying the scenery.” I slid in beside her and gave her leg a soft squeeze. I ordered a bottle of Merlot, and when it arrived, I toasted my wife to celebrate the anniversary. I leaned over and kissed her, and as I did, I dropped my free hand to her leg, and squeezed the smooth skin. As our kiss grew deeper, I slid it a little higher until I was at the bottom edge of her skirt. She laughed and pushed my hand away, saying, “Not so fast… we have to have our dinner first, and removed my hand. The waiter returned and poured another glass of wine for each of us, and as he left, I pulled Linda closer for another kiss. My hand returned to her thigh, and I moved it higher again, to the edge of her skirt. She didn’t stop me this time, so I boldly moved it higher, under the edge of the skirt, and since it was so short, my hand was soon as high as it could go. “You better stop,” she said…”don’t start something you can’t finish.” I whispered to her, “don’t worry about me…just sit there and be quiet.” She gave me that sexy smile of hers, and as my hand moved, she helped me out by uncrossing her legs. I kissed her even deeper, and she moved her legs a bit wider apart, and my fingers quickly felt the lacy fabric of the re g-string. I moved my fingers against the front of the fabric, softly at first, and then increasing the pressure. She leaned closer to me and whispered, “What are you trying to do..get me turned on or something?” I replied, “Yeah..something,” and ran my hand up and down the front of her panties. I could tell that her breathing was getting a bit heavier, and I got an idea. I whispered in her ear, “You know what would really be a turn-on…why don’t you take off your panties.” She pulled back away from me for a moment, looked into my eyes and said, “You know something…you are crazy,” and took another drink of her wine. Before I could say anything else, the waiter returned and we ordered our dinner. When he left, Linda drank the last bit of wine from her glass, and said, “I’ve got to go to the ladies room…why don’t you order another bottle of wine? I’ll be right back.” I stood up to let her out, and gave her ass a squeeze as she walked away. She smiled at me over her shoulder and disappeared around the corner. I sat back down, and when the waiter returned, I ordered another bottle. He poured us each another glass just as Linda got back to the table. I stood to let her back in. The waiter left, and I slide back in beside Linda, who immediately took a long sip from her glass. “You know, if I’m not careful, you might get me drunk or something. And by the way, I’ve got something for you.” She opened her hand, and dropped the red panties on the table in front of me, causing me to feel an immediate stirring below my belt. I looked at her, smiling, and said, “I can’t believe you actually did it.” She gave me that ultra-sexy smile of hers, and reached down and pulled up the bottom of her skirt, immediately revealing the smooth, shaven area between her legs. I felt myself getting a bit harder as she pulled her skirt down and leaned over and put her soft lips against mine, quickly snaking her tongue into my mouth. I set down my wine glass and dropped my hand into her lap. It was quickly under her skirt, and my fingers were soon running over her smooth lips. She immediately parted her legs allowing me better access, and as my middle finger ran over her slit, I could feel her lips part, and it wasn’t but a few strokes until she was quite wet. Her breathing had increased considerably, and as we kissed, I felt her hand move to my lap, and she began to squeeze my ever-hardening bulge. We were both startled as the waiter’s voice said, “We’re running a little slow tonight…I’m sorry but your dinner will take a little bit longer than expected.” We looked at each other and laughed, knowing we had been busted, and I turned to face the waiter, he was trying to hide a smile, and he definitely had noticed the panties on the table. “That’s OK,” I said…”take your time.” He walked away, and I’m sure he was on his way to the back to tell all the other workers, but we were both so hot, I didn’t even care. I whispered to Linda, “Well, I guess he got a free show, and he definitely knows what kind of panties you wear…that is, when you wear them.” She smiled and then really surprised me when she undid the top button on her blouse, and reached under it and did that thing that all females can do, and males don’t see how they do it, and took off her bra and dropped it into her purse. I could immediately see her hard nipples through the silky material, and could see the beginning of the swell of her soft breasts. I looked into her eyes and said, “You know, if you undid one more button, I could really get a great look at your tits.” She raised her eyebrows, but played along, and quickly undid the next button, and then even the next. The blouse was unbuttoned almost all the way to her waist, and as I looked in disbelief, but approval, she pulled one side of the blouse to the side, enabling me to see her entire breast, and amazement at how long and hard her nipples were. I had never seen them like that before, so it was obvious she was enjoying herself. She covered her breasts again and softly said, “Are you happy now?” and took a long drink of her wine. I leaned in and kissed her, replying, “very, very happy,” and moved my hand back between her legs. She did not hesitate in parting her legs, and my fingers were quickly stroking her smooth lips. I slipped one finger, and then another inside of her, and slowly began to move in and out, letting my thumb run over her ever-hardening clit. As my strokes got a little quicker, she leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. I watched intently as her chest rose and fell, as her breathing got heavier and heavier. Her legs spread wider and wider – she obviously didn’t care if anyone saw now or not. I wanted to lean over and lick her breasts, but thought that would be carrying the show a little too far, and would be too easy for others to see. I was brought back to my attention when I heard a soft moan coming from Linda. Her eyes had opened slightly and had that faraway look in them. She moaned again and knowing that she was close, I picked up the tempo of my fingers. She began to push herself against my hand, harder and harder, then she moaned a little louder and I felt the flow of her juices covering my fingers and hand. Her hips bucked a few times and I kept stroking her, intensely at first, and then slowing as her orgasm began to subside. When she finally opened her eyes again, I moved my hand from between her legs, and looked into her eyes as I brought my fingers to my mouth and licked off her juices. She gave me a lazy smile and sat up a little straighter, then leaned over and kissed me, whispering, “That felt soooooooo good, hon. I think I’ll leave my panties off more often.” As she spoke, her hand had moved to my lap and was covering and squeezing the bulge that was still there. She squeezed it a couple of times, and then gave me her famous evil look. She grinned, and her hand went to the zipper of my slacks. It quickly was down, and her hand slipped inside my pants and rubbed my erection through my boxers. A moment later, her hand searched for the opening of the material, and quickly pulled my stiff penis out through the hole. She began to slowly stroke it and whispered, “It looks like someone is a little excited.” That was an understatement, and I leaned my head back to watch her hand, and also to make sure no one could see what she was doing. She leaned to me and kissed me as her hand caressed my erection, up and down, up and down. We both looked down at the same time as a big drop of precum appeared on the head. Linda took her finger and scooped it up, then looked into my eyes as she put her finger in her mouth and sucked in. I knew if she continued, I wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer. I think she knew it too as her hand moved back to my penis, and started stroking a little bit faster. I could feel that familiar feeling and whispered to her, “You better stop, or we are going to have a big mess.” She looked at me with fake surprise and replied, “Whatever do you mean?” and increased her speed again. It felt so good, and I didn’t want her to stop. My breathing was definitely heavier, and I said, “I’m about to come.” Linda quickly grabbed the cloth napkin and draped it over my penis just in time, as I felt the first spurt of come shoot out. She kept up her pace, and another shot came out, then another and another. The napkin was getting soaked with come, and Linda kept stroking, slowing the pace bit by bit, until I was done. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, then opened them again and watched as Linda began to clean me up with the napkin. When she was finished, she squeezed my shrinking penis, and one more drop came out. She wiped it off with her finger, then put her finger in her mouth and licked it off. She reached down and stuffed my penis back into my pants and zipped them up, just as the waiter returned to our table with our food. When he had finished serving us, Linda said to him “Would you mind bringing me another napkin...this one got a little messed up.” She grinned at me as the waiter left and dropped her hand to my lap and gave me a little squeeze, then put her lips on mine and gave me a soft kiss. “I can hardly wait for desert,” she whispered, as the waiter returned with her napkin. We must have finished our dinner in record time…we were both ready to get out of there. Throughout the dinner, Linda would get my attention by shifting in her seat so that I could see up her skirt, and “accidentally” letting her blouse fall open so that I could see her tits and hard nipples. I was soon hard again, and as we finished our last glass of wine, I kissed her and said, “I think it’s time for us to get out of here.” She reached into my lap to rub the bulge there and said, “I think you’re right...I’m ready for desert.” The waiter brought us our check; I quickly paid, then slid out of the booth and reached out my hand to help Linda out. As she slid over to the end, her legs unintentionally (or intentionally) spread wide, and I could see that her smooth lips were quite damp. I slipped my arm around her as we headed toward the door, and I could tell that she was getting quite the looks, with her short skirt, and her blouse still unbuttoned enough so that anyone who wanted could get a bit of a look. I dropped my hand to her butt and whispered, “You know every body is looking at you, don’t you? I love that they are looking, but I’m the one who gets to take you home.” Linda whispered back, “I know...it kind of gets me excited knowing people are looking, but hey, let them look all they want.” We were quickly to our car, and as we got in and closed the door, Linda had already slid over next to me, and her hand was in my lap. As I began to pull out of the parking lot, she already had my zipper down, and was soon stroking my erection. I looked over and kissed her, and said, “Why don’t you take off your blouse – you are barely wearing it anyway.” She smiled and her hands went quickly to the last couple of buttons, and she pulled it apart, exposing her wonderful tits. She tossed the blouse to the back seat, then ran her hands over her breasts, and let her fingers tease her hard nipples. I looked over and said, “What about the skirt?” She needed no more encouragement, and it was quickly unzipped, slipped off, and tossed to the back seat as well. She leaned over to me and said, “I just realized that I left my panties on the table…well, I guess the waiter gets an extra tip.” I laughed as she scooted down and took my hardness into her soft, wet mouth. As she began to use her tongue on me, I reached over to rub her exposed butt, caressing the soft skin, then reaching lower to slip a finger into the wetness between her legs. She began to bob her head faster and faster, and with her talented mouth, I knew I could not last long. She ran her tongue around and around and over the head, and that pushed me over the edge. I groaned and said, “here it comes,” as she dropped her head down and took my penis deep into her mouth. I shot out over and over again, and as my finger continued to work over her clit, she was soon moaning as well as she began to come, pushing back against my hand as her mouth continued its magic as well. After a couple of minutes it seemed, we both had regained our normal breathing, and she sat back up, smiled that sexy smile, and leaned over and kissed my lips. “Thank you for a wonderful anniversary, hon. I love you so much.” I grinned at her, my eyes looking over her naked body, and said, “Who said it was over?” as she snuggled up next to me as we made our way home. Anniversary Dinner Braless. I don't recall ever going out on a date braless before. A couple months ago, on the way back from dinner with him, in the car, I took off my bra, giving him a peek down my unbuttoned polo shirt. Out to dinner is different. There would be more people around to potentially see. Here it is, the four year anniversary of the day we met. Yes, he still remembers the day, without prompting from me. Occasionally, I'll give a hint around the second of the month for a monthly reminder, but he does well on the anniversary. As part of the celebration, he asked if I would go braless. We've talked about us going out, me in a button blouse, no bra, and discreetly having one too many buttons undone. For his eyes only though. There is one problem. I have only one button blouse. It doesn't blend with a lot of my wardrobe. A girl can't go out in just any outfit, it has to look good too. Have to have matching top, skirt, and shoes. Knowing this, two weeks ago, he bought me three button down blouses. White, black and maroon. They all have pockets over both the left and right breast. The white and black ones have those already rolled up sleeves, to three quarter length. A dressy, casual style. The maroon one is full length sleeve. He also bought me two skirts. Short of course. One is stretching, clingy, form fitting, black. The other is knit, flaring, back a little longer that the front (still short), loose fitting, swaying, dark gray. I tried the blouses on and they fit. Nice to know after almost four years, he knows my size -- small. A week ago, I tried on the skirts. He was downstairs at the computer. I came down first in the clingy black one. No stockings. It felt tight and I'm concerned panty lines will show through. I turn around to give him the 360 degree view. He likes it. It shows off my legs. I then sit on the couch. The skirt rides up a bit, and I pull it down. I cross my legs to see what happens. He says nice view of my dark blue panties. I'm not concerned about him looking up my skirt, but about others if I wear it out. That might be a problem, but from his reaction, it would at least turn him on if I only wore it inside the house. I go change into the gray knit one. This one feels better, looser, more comfortable. A fun skirt. I twirled around in it for him, it does sway or , shall I say, sashay. I sit on the couch again. This one doesn't ride up and is much more demure. It covers the view, if I want it to. Initially I do, teasing him. Then, as I'm crossing my legs, I lift up the skirt, showing him my panties. What a tease I can be. I get up and sit on his lap. He tells that he likes them both, short, and they can be revealing. I feel him getting hard. I sit back on the couch, facing him. I spread and unspread my legs while talking. Crossing my legs to give him a view. He pulls down his pants and starts stroking himself while I do this. I see him getting hard, harder. It is turning me on too, both the flashing and the reaction. He takes his pants all the way off and sits next to me. He starts to put his hand up my skirt. I stop him, tell him this is for him. I start stroking his now very hard cock. Taking my hand, I keep going up and down, up and down his hard shaft. Concentrating on the tip, then back to the shaft. Up and down, up and down. I feel him starting to cum. The movement of the hips, the extra hardness, stroking, stroking, he leans back, my hand stroking his cock, picking up the pace, faster, faster, closer, closer, faster, now as a load of cum spurts out. A second spurt, as his hot cum flows down from the tip, down the shaft, over my hand. White, sticky, hot cum, all over my hand. It takes three napkins and a wet towelette to wipe it all up. Based upon the reaction and the quantity of cum, I would say he likes the skirt. With that image vividly in my mind, I know what skirt to wear for the anniversary dinner. We have the restaurant picked out. We've been there before. It is two restaurants, same kitchen. One is a sports bar, the other upscale. The upscale part also has a bar. Our plan is to sit at the end of the bar, where there are only three seats. He would sit on the side closest to the door, thus blocking any view of him putting his hand up my skirt. I am a little modest about providing others that view. I would unbutton the third button of my blouse in the car to give him a view, both coming and going to the restaurant, but be buttoned up inside. Maybe have two buttons undone. I'm wearing the aforementioned gray knit skirt. The maroon blouse. I don't see my nipples showing through. I put a small scarf on anyway, to be extra careful. My mind wanders a little, thinking because it has pockets, maybe he would like to put something in them? His hand touching my nipples? Hmm. I finish getting ready. Doing a mental check: skirt yes, blouse yes, bra no, pantyhose yes, high heels and jacket are by the front door. I'm ready, though still a little apprehensive and excited about going braless. The material of the blouse against my nipples also feels stimulating. I sense some wetness down there. I'm almost ready. I'm upstairs putting on my lipstick. I hear the front door open. He has a key. I note he is on time. Usually he is 15 minutes late. Maybe he is excited too. He says hello to let me know he is here. I say I'll be down in a minute. I come down the stairs. He looks up at me, and smiles. The wetness increases. At the bottom of the stairs, his arms go around me, and we kiss. Starting slowly, then getting harder. Our tongues dancing together. He says happy anniversary. I can feel his hands on me searching for a bra. I whisper in his ear telling him there is no bra. I can sense that he is pleased. I sit down on the bottom step to put on the high heels. Oops, my legs spread giving a view not quite all the way up. How did that happen? After getting the shoes on, I stand up, he helps me put on the jacket, and we are off. He opens the car door for me. I get in, let my legs slowly go in, one at a time, flashing him once again. Teasing again. Plus, I know he likes it. He closes the door, gets in the drivers side. He reaches over for the seatbelt, his arm brushing against my breasts, sending a tinge of desire through my body. He clicks it in. leans over and we kiss again. He had starts up my skirt, stops, and moves to my chest. He feels my breasts through the blouse, finds the right side nipple and plays with it, all as we continue kissing. Luckily, no reservations are needed, because we would have been late. He starts the car. I unbutton the top button, then the second. He is watching me with great interest. I stop. He'll see more later, I tell him, let's go eat. The restaurant is 10 minutes away. It is connected to a hotel, and the parking lot is fairly full. We find a spot, not too far away. He unbuckles my seatbelt, again brushing his arm against my breasts. I unbuttoned the third button to show him totaling braless. Then button up again. He comes around to open the door. Such a gentleman. As a reward, I spread my legs again for him. We walk to the entrance, holding hands, talking about our days. We get to the restaurant. Enter the bar area, there is someone sitting in our spot. Not only that, there is someone sitting just around the corner. And, they don't look like they are leaving anytime soon. We walk through the bar, checking for other possibilities. None. We walk through the restaurant to the sports bar. Nope, people on the end there too. What to do. All dressed up, no bra, no end of the bar, no hand up my skirt. What to do, what to do. It's our anniversary. Do we go somewhere else? Where is there a bar like that? What to do. We improvise. The sports bar is too crowded. In looking at the dining room, which isn't crowded, he notices a table in the corner, near the window. We'll have to sit opposite each other, so no hand up the skirt. But the food is good, we're here. Improvise. The hostess seats us. My back is towards the rest of the dining room. There is a couple at the table next to it, (my left, his right) but they look like they are about done. The server comes over. I order my wine, glass of ice (to put in the wine) and glass of water. He orders water. Our server informs us of the specials. The server takes the drink order, leaves us to read the menu. He comes back with the drinks, we place our order. I get up to use the restroom. As I walk, I feel the swaying of the gray knit skirt. I'm assuming he is watching, and my blouse is buttoned. After all, the restroom is in the sports bar where more people are. I return to the table. The couple next to us has left. I take off the small scarf. I undo the top bottom. I undo the second button. Being careful because our food hasn't been served yet. I look across the table, we continue chatting, his eyes are going between my face, my open blouse and looking out for the food. Amazing what he can multitask on. Our food arrives. We start eating. I undo the third button, showing him cleavage, the curvature of breasts. I flap open the blouse, showing him more of my tits. I'm getting to like this, teasing him. Oh, the improvisation. It won't be a hand up the skirt, instead it will be some breast play. I offer him a taste. Of my food. I cut a piece of my parmesan chicken and lean over to put it on his plate. My blouse opens up some more, almost revealing my nipples. He likes the view, and the food. He shares some of his breaded veal cutlet. He puts a slice on my plate. Puts his fork down and reaches further to open my blouse more, revealing both of my nipples. He plays with each one, touching them, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, all while watching for passersby. There are none. He removes his hand, but leaves the blouse open for his viewing pleasure. He sees the server approaching, informs me and I cover up. The server leaves. I button up and go to the restroom again. Too much water. When I come back, I angle my body so no one can see, unbutton my blouse, lean over to give him a view and kiss him. Kiss him hard, right there in the corner of the restaurant. Me, in my gray knit sexy skirt, braless, unbuttoned blouse giving him a view, our lips touching, kissing hard. Am I ever wet. Yes, I want to be fucked tonight and fucked hard/ Yes, I am really turned on. We stop the embrace. I go to sit in my chair. I pull it out from the table. As I sit down, I flash him with a nice upskirt view. Blouse open showing cleavage, legs spread, it is getting hot in here, in more ways than one. Before anyone gets close, I sit back up at the table. Blouse still undone. He again reaches across the table to play with my nipples. Smiling as he plays. I enjoy it too. In a daring, for me, move, I leave the blouse undone, cross my arms to cover, when the server comes over. There was too much food, or was it too much playing and not eating the food, so we got to go containers. They were filled, as I'm sure I will be later. The check came and was paid. I buttoned up for the walk out of the restaurant. I needed to use the bathroom again. We went to the hotel lobby, found one down an empty hall. He held my purse and jacket. When done, I came out with two buttons undone. He helped me with my jacket. In doing so, he unbuttoned the third button. No one was around and I could wrap my jacket around if needed. At the car, he once again held the door for me. I gave him a really good, long view up my skirt. He got in. Instead of reaching for the seat belt, he unbuttoned the fourth button, opened up my blouse, breasts totally exposed. He played with them, running his hand between them, under them. Playing with the nipples. So sensual. Will I cum in the car? He moves his body over and starts licking and sucking on my nipple. It is driving me crazy. In the crowded parking lot, dark, no one around, braless, blouse wide open, having my nipples sucked on. What an improvisation. I lean back and feel the sensations. My pussy is definitely wet and getting wetter with each lick. He continues sucking my right nipple, it has the best angle. Sucking on it, flicking it with his tongue, running the length of his tongue over it, my breath shortens, pulse quickens. I'm going to cum, and cum right there in the car, sucking, then flicking the tip while being sucked. More, more he does it, increasing the pressure of his tongue on my hard, sensitive nipple. Going a little faster, I feel it cumming, closer, closer. Oh I want him in me, want him to fuck me, but now, now, in the moment I want to cum. His tongue keeps up the pace, licking, sucking flicking. That does it, so hard, sensitive, braless at dinner, yes, yes, licking, now as I feel the orgasm release within me. He keeps licking, trying to bring another one, but I stop him. I'm breathless. I need to stop, temporarily. It is only ten minutes to home. He leaves my blouse open. I'm too tired to fix it. Besides, it has quite the effect on both of us. He starts the car, fastens the seat belts and we head for home. Happy Anniversary indeed. On the ride home, I wonder what would happen if I was pantyless.