September 1st, 2018 
Anonymous Teasing you is my pleasure and my preoccupation.
Teasing
You arrive to pick me up for our dinner date, and your pupils dilate as you see me. I’m wearing a sparkly organdy semi-transparent blouse, therefore my frilly black bra is showing through sexily. You wonder if I’m wearing matching panties, and hope you’ll get to find out later. I’m also wearing a short black skirt, sheer black stockings, black high heels and a black leather jacket. Yes, my friend, the teasing has started in earnest.
As we walk to your car, you hope you’ll get a chance to adjust yourself before I notice. I’m sorry to inform you, that thought came along too late. I smile as I realize I’ve captured your full attention. You’re riveted on me in a way that few other women have achieved. I slide into the car, the leather seats yielding to and hugging me in a firm embrace. I set a train case on the floor between my feet and the console. You just now notice it and wonder what it contains. You think about asking me, but decide to let yourself be surprised.
Teasing addiction means you need more and more, much more often.
When we get to the restaurant, you notice how every man’s gaze swivels to view us – well, me. The maitre d’ snaps to attention and seats us at our reserved table immediately. The roundtable has a floral centerpiece on a heavy full-length tablecloth, with sparkling glassware and shiny silverware. It is it a table for two, small, upscale and elegant, and I am pleased by your thoughtfulness. The waiter brings our drinks and takes our order and menus.
Now that we’re “alone” I slide my shoe off and let my stockinged foot caress your leg just above the ankle. You look up, startled, and realize I’m continuing our teasing session. You almost relax until you feel my foot continuing up your leg, headed for your crotch. I rest my heel on your chair, between your legs, and put my talented toes to good use. You grab your drink and take a gulp. The burn of alcohol down your throat barely registers on your senses. Every bit of your body is attuned to what’s happening in your lap. You feel my toes clutch your manhood and release it, and it throbs with pleasure at the caress.
Oh, here’s the waiter with our dinner. Shall I continue to tease while you try to eat? This is the start of a fun scenario, call me now and we’ll complete it.
Linda
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