Not another Intriguess Thread

"well my car is less than reliable, but I'd rather have it in case i need it." It would be so easy to rely on him for things, but her independent streak was a mile wide and eternally long.

Picking her up, that was fine, it was a typical date occurance. She rattled off her address, stood up and rubbed her hands along her arms as her body temp had decreased. She glanced around looking for where her clothing was and dressed.
 
I pulled on a pair of boxers as your dreseed. Walking you to the door, admiring the way you carry yourself. I opened the door for you and stepped out with you to your car.

"Pick you up about 7 then?"
 
"See you as 7," she drove off and took care of things rather quickly and took the time to fix up her hair and apply minimum of make up. The dress was simple a teal green slip dress that covered her, hinted at her curves, showed off her legs, and left her arms bare.

She made sure she had anything she might need and was waiting and ready to go, just before 7pm.
 
I dressed in black dress pants and starched white shirt. THe shirt follwing the form of my upper body Having poured us each a glass of champagne in the limo just as we pulled up. I stepped out, walking up to ring your doorbell, the rolled piece of parchment, tied with a straw like ribbon, in my hand.

When you answer the door, I leaned in giving you a warm kiss on the cheek, "Good evening Molly, I uh have something for you," handing you the rolled parchment. I watched as you unrolled the parchment, seeing a pencil and charcoal drawing of my body, in shorts, along the side listed all my measurements, just as you had taken them earlier in the day. "I had a little extra time, and thought, since you will be designing clothes for me, this might come in handy." I hoped that you wouldn't think it was arrogant that I give you a self drawn sketch of my body, it really was given in all sincerity. I knew there was little I could give you that would really mean something to you. I was sure many of men had brought flowers, candy, jewelry. But you were not about those things, at least I thought not.

You look stunning in that dress, did you design it? Well, our car awaits. ma'am" I said as I placed my hand on your waist, directing you towards the car. Wondering if you would comment on the gift.
 
The gift was, unexpected, not that she hadn't expected some form of gift, just she hadn't expected it to be useful. She glanced at it, smiled, rolled it up and took a moment to place it in a safe place inside.

LIMO, she had almost forgotten about the money, the lifestyle he led. She wondered if that would be a problem. After all she was a working class girl, who even if she had the money probably wouldn't live so extravagantly. She was very self sufficient and intended to remain so regardless of money, then again maybe things would be different when she got there. Of course getting there was the tough part.

She smiled as he led her to the car, there was a sort of familiar yet awkward about his touch. It was as if being clothed took them back to square one, then again that was kind of the idea. "Yes, I make a lot of my clothing. It's easier than trying to alter something to fit me, and most times cheaper and looks a whole lot better." LIMO, with a mini bar, she began wondering if he was just trying really hard to impress her, or just figured it would be a better time if they didn't have to worry about driving under influence.

She wasn't impressed with the Limo, she was impressed with the fact he was thinking ahead. For her, it was the thought that counts, she didn't mind flowers, but dozens of roses were not her thing, a single perfect lavender orchid was about the same price and a lot more intelligent than roses. She didn't mind candy either, coconut in particular, and her taste in jewelry was quite unique. Then again she supposed the point was that such thoughtful gifts could only occur after getting to know here rather than trying to show off on the first date.

She entered the car first and noticed the wine already poured, he was definetly a planner. It probably was part of why he had made the money he had.
 
Rick

I sat in the limo, across from you, concerned I may get carried away if I was sitting along side of you. I smiled and handed you a glass of wine, toasting "To an enjoyable dinner together." I watched as you took a sip, your soft sexy lips, your tongue gently lickng them. You turned me on so much and I knew I could not let you knwo that, not yet anyway.

I raised my hand and ran my fingers through my hair, telling myself to cool it, calm down. "I do very much appreciate you accepting this dinner invitation Molly. I'm sure you have many invitations to consider each and every day. So, tell me more about your design business. How long have you been at it, what's your favorite article of clothing to design?"
 
Molly

"I've been designing off and on again since I was about sixteen. So that makes it over ten years. I like to design signature pieces. The type of thing that either goes with everything or an entire outfit that defines that person. I have occasionally done pieces with no one in mind and they turn out great, I just prefer to have a person in mind." He was both right and wrong about invitations. She did have a lot of invites from friends because she was fun to be around, but in general she tended to intimidate guys and she usually made the first move. She wasn't one of those stunning women that everyone assumed had someone, she was just very comfortable in her skin and very sensual which made those she did share with crave her time and attention.
 
Rick

I listened intently, commenting only when appropriate. "So will you be designing an entire outfit or something that goes with everything for me?"

Hell, I would not admit it, but a collar and leash would be enough for me, just something to keep me at your side. What was I thinking? Did I really want a woman to have such power over me? I have always been very independent, not feeling the need or want to be tied down.

Dinner arrived at the table, smelling very delicious. We ate, drank a little more wine, and continued talking. At times it sounded almost as if we were interviewing each other. In truth, I knew it was all about getting to know each other.

But damn, all I wanted to do was take you back to my place, to strip you naked, kiss every inch of your body, including your gorgeous mouth. To take you like no other man has ever taken you. I wondered why I didn't, what was it that made me so much of a follower around you.
 
The evening was almost normal, talking conversation, typically date stuff, casual yet interesting, nothing too revealing but at the same time she was getting the feeling he'd much rather be rolling around naked than looking over the dessert menu.

She sensed his relief when she ordered her dessert to go, and finally answered his design question. "I'll probably start with something very basic and build out from there, with someone like you I can design something that doens't have to be functional in a daily manner."
 
Rick

"Doesn't have to be functional in a daily manner? I'm not quite sure what you mean by that Molly."

I was taking it as a dig on the fact that I don't report to an office on a daily basis. It kind of hit a sore subject with me. I always took offense when people made comments about my daily work routine. They were not around when I worked 24/7, they had no idea how hard I had worked for what I have. They have no idea how much I still do work, I just do not follow the normal routine.

"As much as you might find it hard to believe, I don't normally wander around naked all day Molly. In addition, I might add, there are plenty of times when I am required to be at the office, or even a video conference from home. Now, I don't think I could be sitting at my desk naked while having a video conference with a potential business partner."
 
She chuckled softly as the misinterpretation, "Most of my clients are working class. They can't afford to buy something they might only wear once a month. So jeans and jackets are far more common with some scarves, with you I am not limited by your wardrobe. You have all the clothes you need, so I can design a piece your want rather than need." She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "So you see it was more an indication of your wealth than your lifestyle."
 
"I guess I am a little paranoid of what people think of me just because I have money. That, and I truly wanted to make sure oyu knew I did not walk aorund naked all day." I smiled and the thought, taking sip of the wine and just looking into your eyes.
 
"I kind of like the thought of you walking around naked all day." She softly chided back, "Believe me, I'm the last person who judges anyone." The finally brought her neatly boxed dessert and with a look at him and the waiter placed the bill in front of him. She was tempted to ask if he'd ever done it in his limo, but it seemed a bit crude to say so in the restaurant. Perhaps once they left....
 
"Well, if you were around I might consider walking around naked! Depending, of course, on the outfit you chose." I said as I pulled your chair out to lead you out.

"So, uh, the dessert, Molly, did you order that for us to share on the ride home, or all for yourself?" Squeezing you just above the waist to let you know I was joking with you.

Inside the limo, I stretched my legs outs as we sat close to each other. The dessert on your lap. I leaned in and licked your neck. My hand caresses your ear. "So, shall we unwrap the dessert?" I asked as my fingers traveled from your ear, along and across your neck, sliding down the center of your chest.
 
I smiled, "Well I was thinking of the many ways, or places to eat dessert." I smiled that impish little smile and for the moment she had been thinking of silk boxers, and going from there, perhaps something unquely stylish without coming off elitist rich pig. "The great thing about custom work is an unique item that will reflect your personality."
 
"Well, it will be interesting to see your interpertation of my personality." I said but not really caring about what clothes you woulod design for me, at least not right now.

My hand sliding down your neck cupping your breast, feeling your nipple stiffen. I leaned down and sucked on your breasts through your dress, not being able to hold back longer.
 
She was glad that she wasn't wearing something that had to be dry cleaned, then again men tended to think with only one organ at a time...not that she minded in fact she had used it to her advantage more than once. She noticed the privacy screen was up, and ran her fingers through his hair. "You are rather ecletic anything would probably suit you, the challenge is finding something you'll love to wear."
 
Taking my mouth off your breast, moving my hand up to cup it. I look into your eyes "I'm pretty confident that whatever you decide to design for me will be something that I'll love to wear."
 
"Molly, I do believe this day began with you and me agreeing to a few rules that were set forth by you. I need to ask, do those rules still apply? If so, I do believe it would be your decision as to what our next move shall be."

I sat back in the limo, my one arm still wrapped behind you. My legs stretched out my mind reeling, wondering. Would she move over tight to me, would she place more demands on me, would she give in and let me take her?
 
Molly

She smiled, she had made some rather imposing rules on him earlier, becuase she wanted it to be physical not emotional. For her kissing was emotional, then again the dating rules were different because it was supposed to be more emotional and no so physical. She'd almost be happy just kissing him and making out all night. She was sure he had other visions in mind, and that was the whole point that you had to get them to combine. Right now it was still more on a physical level.

Then again the whole situation was so complex and artificial that she could have laughed, only a few moments passed before she decided actions spoke louder than words. She turned towards him, leaning him back, almost lying on top of him as her lips descended to his in a kiss that spoke volumes.
 
Rick

As far as I was concerned, you made your boldest move yet. Practically laying on top of me, your body feeling so warm, immediately I felt my body responding. But, not respnding anything like it did when you pressed your lips to mine.

To me, the physical and the emotinal need to combine to make the feeling right. The physical part you had already shown, the emotinal part, you hadn't until now. I felt much more confident, that I had you now.

My lips and tongue responded, wanting to make you feel how good I could kiss, how I could parlay the passion through my lips. My hand wandering down your back, pulling you in tighter. One hand holding your head, our lips rubbing, our tongues exploring.
 
Molly

It was different then before, because she initiated it. She wanted to kiss him, was enjoying it, he was quite talented and she discounted how many women he'd kissed before as just practice. IF this was practice, well practice made perfect and she was certainly enjoying the subtle things, the feel of his tongue...the way his hands joined in. Her hands rested against his sides teasing along his ribs, taking the time to slowly pull his shirt up so she could feel his skin.

Skin on skin, lips to lips, the kiss was incredible, yet she had no regrets about holding back from kissing earlier. She wanted the driver to take the long way home. there was something deliscious about the slight rumble of the car as they continued kissing, passionately no awkwardness no overeagerness.
 
Rick

Your kiss so incredibly snesual, like nothing I had felt before. Our hands working with our mouths, not against, as it should be. I knew now, I could never be denied your kiss again, it was so much more than I expected.

My hand sliding your dress off your shoulder as I felt your hands on my sides. I squirmed, being a slight bit ticklish, but my hand held you close to me. I could feel you lifting my shirt, wanting to feel my skin.

I wondered how far you would take this in the car. The driver knew, as always to extend the ride for as long as would be needed. You made me feel as if you were in control, but yet, giving me the power to suggest.

I pulled your lips off mine, smiling and winking at you. I pulled my shirt off and brought you back on top of me. Our lips again meeting, my tongue sliding back into your mouth. I wanted to let yout know, my body was being offered to you, to enjoy.
 
Molly

She took a moment to unzip her dress while he pulled off his shirt, she had worn one of her special bras, it was black with supportive cups, the nipple area was open and she liked it that way as it offered support to her full breasts and allowed skin to skin contact. She snuggled back against him lips joining, playing, leisurely but purposeful as her body pressed against him. She had a serious craving to feel his lips all over her body but the feel of his lips on hers was too good to give up at the moment.

Her hands massaged his sides, trying her best not to tickle him as her figners worked deeper as she noticed how his body had rippled under the feathery touches. She wanted to feel him all over, and in that instant knew she wanted to make love with him. Expressing it was not her forte, but she knew he'd get the idea from her actions.
 
Rick

Watching you as you unzip and slid your dress off brought a smile to my face. Your bra, beautiful and allowing me access to your nipples. I reached out, as you moved to lay back down on me, running my fingers over each nipple. Moving my hands back around you, feeling the soft skin of your back, your nipples now pressed against my chest.

Our lips enjoying each other's again. I had a feeling this would be a long ride this evening, and a very enjoyable one. I was more than ready to lay you back and take you, yet something was telling me to hold back slightly.

Pulling away from your mouth, moving to your neck, licking and sucking. My hands wandering down to your ass, carressing, running a finger along the crack. "Molly your body is delicious, it feels as if its on fire."

Using my hands to gently pull you away, allowing me to move my mouth onto your nipples. Taking each into my mouth, alternating, licking and sucking, feeling them stiffen more under my tongue. The top of your thigh rubbing my hard cock through my pants, my hips thrsuting slightly, rubbing myself against you.
 
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