For His Desire(6)

The lights in the restroom felt harsh in comparison with the rest of the restaurant. Elena felt heat in her cheeks, though she knew it wasn’t from the fluorescents overhead. She felt the heat radiate through her.



Elena slipped into a stall and shut the door behind her. She pulled up the blue dress, exposing the red g-string beneath. She had hoped to surprise Michael and show him the daring panties later in the evening. She remembered Michael’s words from their previous date and a hint about being blindfolded and she smiled.



She slid the g-string down her stocking-clad thighs and placed the panties in her hand. In her rush to the bathroom, Elena had left her clutch on the table. Though small, it would have been perfect for transporting her intimates back to the table.

She felt like a scarlet woman as she made the long trek back to the table. She had wadded up the g-string – not much fabric by its nature – tightly in her palm, worried that the fabric would be coated with her nervous perspiration.



Elena gingerly sat back into her seat, worried anew that her short dress would rise up indecently. The dress wasn’t too short, she knew; it just felt short when she thought about inadvertently flashing all of the restaurant’s patrons.



Michael looked up at her expectantly and Elena felt as though they were playing a game and only Michael knew the rules. Still, she was excited about being given the chance to play. If it was indeed a game she decided that she would make sure she was a worthy competitor.



Elena swallowed hard, looking around. She never felt as though people really noticed her, but now she was sitting in the restaurant with Michael, she felt as though people were watching her. She tingled, feeling a thrill as she and Michael shared a private secret in such a public place.



She handled the satiny piece of fabric to Michael, who took it with an approving nod and placed it directly in his breast pocket. He didn’t say a word about the scarlet panties, but Elena felt a tingle nevertheless. There was something so intimate about the exchange that Elena felt her face redden again. She had no control over her own reactions.



As though doing well-choreographed dance, the wait staff returned with their plates of scallops and pasta. Elena and Michael made conversation about books they both enjoyed. There was no hint of the sexual tension from earlier, though Elena did feel distracted throughout dinner. She felt so aware of her body, noting that a thin layer of dress separated her bare ass from the chair. Even though Michael was seated across the table from her, Elena felt his control as surely as if he were sitting beside her and touching her.



Elena felt aroused, but there was more than the arousal. She felt alive and highly sexual, even though they were in a restaurant just eating dinner. Knowing Michael held on to her panties was very exciting to her. Every word he spoke to her drove her deeper into arousal though his words were not overtly sexual or meant to tantalize. She liked the feeling and that made her a bit uneasy as though she should resist it more.





Chapter 3



When dinner was complete, Michael again asked if Elena wanted to accompany him back to his house. She thought of playing coy, but at this point, her underwear was rolled up and in his pocket; she decided that she was going to give herself over to the experience.



She climbed into his car and at his order, pulled her dress up on her thighs. “Just leave it there,” he said and again placed his hand on her thigh. Though she wanted more, he denied her his fingers and his touch. Elena decided to pretend that she didn’t want what Michael was denying her, but she was certain he wasn’t fooled.



By the time they arrived back at Michael’s house, Elena was ready to attack Michael right there in the car. Such aggressive thoughts rarely occurred to her and the thought made her smile. Of course, she held off as they both preferred to let him assume control. Michael closed the front door and noticed with pleasure that Elena had not pulled her dress back down. He placed his fingers between her legs, lightly brushing her labia and he felt her total wetness.



“So wet,” he whispered in her ear and she spread her legs to allow his fingers better access. “I haven’t forgotten about our ‘blind date’.” Elena shivered, growing wetter as they stood there. His fingers touched her so gently that it was as though he wasn’t touching her at all. She opened her legs more, wanting to draw him into her, but he moved his hand away.



Michael placed his hand in his inner pocket – the pocket where Elena’s g-string had been stored – but to her surprise what he pulled out was not her g-string. Instead, in his hand was a black, leather blindfold. Elena felt her knees grow weak just from seeing it. How exciting such a small item could be.