Part Two: An Overnight Date to Remember

Fifteen hours of passion, joy, and talking

Dinner is Served

I showered quickly. I didn’t want to be away from LaPetiteMorte for long.

I surprised him with a new bra and pantie set. Since I’m a comfort lady, underwires are the bane of my existence. Yet I wanted something sexy under my dress. This was a date and first date, after all.

Naked, I walked out into the room. He was getting dressed for dinner, a white dress shirt that looked amazing on his olive skin. His eyes tracked me from to my bag where the dress hung.

“Nice dress,” he growled.

My reply was, “I think you’ll like what is under it even more.”

I pulled a black lace pushup bra from my bag with matching panties. Pulling on the panties, I stalked toward him with my bra in hand. Holding it out to him, I asked for his assistance with a smile.

He turned me around. I heard his intake of air when he saw the back of my underwear was see-through. A hand went over my bottom, with fingers going under the band. I gasped as his hand cupped me gently.

Laughing, he helped me put on the bra and fix the girls in the cups. He turned me around again and pulled me close, hands in my hair. We kissed deeply and soundly. I wanted so much more, but we had a dinner reservation to keep.

I dressed in my black lace dress and put on my gold sandals. Hand in hand, we walked out the door.

Food for the Body

A short walk later, we were at the restaurant and walking up a set of stairs to the balcony seating on the water. As we ascended, I felt his hand wander up and under my dress to caress my bum. I start smiling widely but continued demurely walking up the stairs with his hand on my ass.

After all, I am a lady.

Seated at the table, we started on opposite sides but he moved closer to me. Why sit across the table when we wanted to touch each other? The view was beautiful but had nothing on the man sitting across from me. I didn’t want to stop looking at him. I got lost in his eyes.

We ordered a drink and appetizers while considering dinner. He only conceded the hotel because he was picking up dinner and breakfast. This was fair, and the modern woman in me was satisfied.

Waiting for our food, we talked. About life, work, family, and all the little things. We want to learn so much about each other. We already know much, but I want to soak him in. Have a part of him in me every day.

My hands wandered all over him. Over his muscular forearm, from the cuff of his rolled-up sleeve to hand. Strong long fingers. I held his hand and let my fingers explore all of his palm and thumb. My fingertips wanted to memorize his hands.

He touched me as much. His hand caressed my face, neck, and exposed skin. He is amazed at how soft my skin is all over. His fingers trailed down to the deep gap in my dress, just where the lace cups sit. His fingers dipped under the edge, teasing me. Playing the lace on my bra.

All the while watching each other intently.

Some hours passed, and we felt relaxed, happy, and complete. The meal was lavish, as promised. We shared food from each other’s plates, chatting the night away. The restaurant patio was quiet and dark, as few remained once the sunset went down.

We quietly finished our drinks. It was time to head back to our suite. He paid quickly, and we started walking.

Before we left the patio, he pulled me into a quiet corner out of sight. He looked at me intently and put his hands in my hair. He loves my hair. It’s so soft and inviting, he tells me.

I lean into him, and he kisses my forehead. Then his lips are on mine, and I want to inhale him.

He’s intoxicating.

Food for the soul

A few minutes later, we were back in our hotel. Did I mention there is a two-person bathtub with jets? I brought some lavender bubble baths and poured the travel container in. Started up the water and let it run. It was a huge tub.

Back in the room, he was starting to undress. I stilled his hands. Now in my underwear, I started unbuttoning his shirt. The heat from his body warmed my cold hands. He stood there still while my fingers traced under each new gap revealing more skin.

I leaned in to kiss his chest, and his chest hair tickled my lips. I kissed and touched his chest and shoulders as I took off his shirt.

Pants next. He helped with the belt and button so I could get them off him. I pulled down his pants, and he stepped out.

Red underwear

Oh my. Sexy. that was unexpected and just set me on fire. I kneeled on the floor, looking up at him while running my fingers over his covered cock. He’s returning my look with so much heat. I started kissing his legs and running my hand over his ass, tight and round. He’s so well made. I am so lucky.

I pulled down his underwear and saw his cock for the first time in real life.

He was circumcised and did not disappoint. I had to hold him in my hands just for a while. We were trying to stick with our plans of a shared bath and then some fun. So I was good.

Mostly.

The bath was finally ready. Hot. Almost too. He got in and helped me in. Settling across from each other, turned on the jets and let the heat and water wash over us.

A funny thing happened. I didn’t realize that jets plus bubble bath made more bubbles? I put in too much, so we were quickly engulfed by bubbles. I couldn’t see him! A game of Marco Polo ensued.

We both started howling at how many bubbles were in the tub. It piled up in front of us and threatened to go over the side.

This is where we had the most fun. He started making silly hats out of the bubbles and making funny voices while wearing the hats. And a biker beard. It was impressive! I laughed long and hard at how silly the whole thing was.

What a perfect night.

We kept touching each other the whole time. My legs were under his, and his over mine. We massaged all the parts that connected.

He moved gently up over me, holding himself up over the ledge. I had leaned back, and my legs were spread wide. I felt him push up against me when he kissed me. He rocked gently over and over, kissing me deeply. I wanted him so much.

We started to get wrinkled from the water, so it was time to rinse off and get ready for bed. The shower was small, so he hopped in and then out.

I handed him a towel and dried his chest so I could touch him a little more. I decided to cool down with cold water and couldn’t get half of the bubbles off me. He had to come to help me get them off. He’s accommodating that way. He dried me off and swatted my bum as I walked to the bed.

Hopping onto the bed, I knelt naked on all fours facing the bathroom.

Ready for him. Pussy and ass in the air. Exposed. Needing and wanting his touch.

He walked out to see me waiting. He paused for a moment. Grinning, he said,

“Time for dessert”

Part One of my date with LPM. Part Three and Four to follow