The Dinner Date (A Jenn Adventure)

It starts with a party dress. One of my supportive friends picked it out for me. Leopard print. Hugs in all the right places. I am practically purring as I outline my lips and then add the color. A splash of glittery gloss to add to the tension.

I lean in and kiss the mirror, feeling pleased at the imprint left on the silvery glass.

I look in the full length mirror. The tan pumps and nylons are just the right touch.

Shifting my legs side to side and pleased at the way my hips are presented. The short corset doing its job and adding a bit of curve in the right spots. A quick spray of Obsession just over the Gurlz and their tease of cleavage and I feel ready to go.

It had started with a text from my Suitor.

It simply said "Does 'Jenn' make public appearances?"

I replied "Only on special occasions.;-)"

He didn't miss a beat, "Wonderful, I will pick you up for dinner tomorrow, your choice of where"

The Suitor. Introductions were at a business meeting. There were questions about some of my real estate holdings. I liked his smile. Evidently he liked my legs. Its a bold move on his part to ask me to dinner. He tries so hard to be accommodating when he arrives. I like him for that. But he has no idea what he is actually in for. Or maybe he does and that is why this will work for the both of us.

He arrives a few minutes early. He comments on the dress and says I smell delicious.

I like that. The Suitor is observant, and even a gentleman. The car door is opened for me. The drive is polite and not over eager. He actually acts like he has been here before. The Suitor goes out of his way to make me feel special.

I REALLY like that. I smile to myself. Tonight is going to be interesting. "Jenn" is going to stretch "Her" legs.

I slip back into character and remind him what restaurant we are going to. La More's in the bougie restaurant district.

"I hear good things about this place"

The Suitor doesn't protest. He has the car parked with their service. I notice he tips the valet ahead. He is going above and beyond. Isn't he a trooper.

We walk into the restaurant hand in hand. I smile at the maitre d' before he can say a word.

"The Usual, dear. And my favorite waiter. You know who I mean"

The maitre d' returns my smile with an "Of course. This way please." He leads the way.

The floor seems a little quieter since we entered. I can feel the eyes looking in our direction. I am positively glowing as I accentuate my sway. Heel to toe......Heel to toe......Heel to toe. There is power in these hips and I know it. We take the secluded booth in the back.

The Suitor eases into the booth "Do you come here often?"

I grin, "I practically own this booth."

The Suitor doesn't know for certain, but this is my favorite spot to entertain. Its secluded in the back. Public but not so public that you don't have a bit of privacy. It turns me on if I am honest.

Just then the adorable waiter arrives. He looks a bit nervous.

I quietly say " Do you think we could get our ticket on the House tonight..." and he notices I am not asking.

There it is. A look of worry, wondering how he should respond. I can feel his tension in the air and inwardly, I love it. So I turn my palm up and slip it under his apron and cup his rather ample package through his trousers. My Suitor looks like he is going to have a stroke. I have a wicked glint in my eye. I can feel the waiter's member growing. Meanwhile, I slip my pump off my foot and placed it against the Suitor's crotch and start kneading his 'dough' with my nylon covered toes.

"You see dear, I really do own this booth. And the Toy I am about to hold in my hand."

My fingers pull the waiter's zipper down. His member practically leaps for relief. I quickly grab it and slowly start caressing the length. The Suitors eyes are transfixed on the apron. You can see the pre-honey starting to seep through the material.

My eyes lock on the waiter's baby blues.

"Now, I think tonight's dinner is going to be on the House, don't you?" My thumb presses against the edge of that hard male jism tube, just below the rim of that helmet. I start to circle roll it, side to side like the clit it really is. You can see the struggle on his face as he is trying to maintain control. "It's ok, dear. Tell my Suitor here, who really owns this booth and your toy." I can feel his dribble running over my fingers as I start to caress his member again.

He replies almost in a whimper, "You do, Ms Jenn."

I purse my lips.

"That's right dear. So I think we will have 2 filets, medium rare with 2 green salads and the house vinaigrette. Tell the cook who they are for. And a bottle of Today's Red. Tell Ross at the Front, that I approved your bonus. You have performed well."

I smile at the Suitor. I can feel the wet spot spreading under my toes as he takes in what is happening at MY booth. His eyes are still locked on the tent of the waiter's apron. Suddenly the waiter gasps.

"Oh YES....yes yes yesssss" I practically hiss the words as I feel his jism tube twitch in my fingers and then his milky creamy reward starts to pulse into that apron.

"I so love fresh healthy cream. Don't you?" pulling his wet tool out from under the ruined apron. I lean down and plant my painted lips to the helmet, suckling the slit clean. A look of approval on my face as I sit back up.

"Healthy AND sweet. You performed well dear. Now straighten yourself out and run along and get that order in."

The waiter does as he is instructed.

The Suitor is stunned as he realizes I am not just any Gurl on a dinner date. I am an adventure and he might just should be terrified or overjoyed for what could come next.