The Plan(4)

Shane pressed the button and the lift started going again, ones they stop on the floor he is staying in they walked hand in hand out of the lift.

Ones inside the room, Mits walked around and looked at the place.

Shane interrupted her deep thought.

If you want to take a shower and get dressed in something els, I will take us for dinner, as I took the rest of the day off.

With a smile Mits walked to room to get some off her things and went to the bathroom, she showered quickly and got ready for dinner.

They sat in a dimly lit, intimate corner of the restaurant.

Around them was the buzz of conversation and the clink of cutlery.

Delicious aromas filled the air.

Shane was handsomely dressed in a navy blue button up shirt and black pants, which offset his tanned skin and dark hair.

Mits wore a white mini dress which displayed her modest cleavage beautifully.

Her long curls hung to her shoulder and her blue eyes sparkled in anticipation of an exciting evening.

They talked quietly, between sips of red wine, the atmosphere between them already electric.

The waiter came by and asked them what they would like to start off with.

They placed their orders and refilled their glasses.

Mits smiled at Shane, his hand dropped to her inner thigh.

He moved slowly, stroking her inner thigh, softly moving higher, and then stopping just before reaching her center.

Shane could feel her heat and her excitement, and when he went higher up with one of his strokes, a light brushing of hair against his hand which told him she wasn't wearing any underwear.

Slowly he teased her, gently stroking her inner thigh, staying just out of reach of the damp patch of hair at her center.

Every now and then he would extend his little finger to lightly brush against her core, causing her to gasp in surprise.

She wanted him to touch her, to delve his fingers between her wet lips and touch her aching clit.

But yet he just kept stroking her thigh, teasing her, building the anticipation.

At that moment their appetizers came, and the waiter refilled their wine glasses.

Mits had to stop herself from wolfing down her plate, eager to get it out of the way so they could continue.