Spiderman's Sister

Shall we go?

James looks so fucking hot. He's wearing black dress pants, a classic white dress shirt - where he's wearing long sleeves this time - and black dress shoes. He's completely clean-shaven, which immediately gets my blood pumping. I love it when he doesn't shave for a few days and there's a bit of a beard on his face, but I love him even more clean-shaven. Ok, Vicky, pull yourself together. You wanted to tease him, not the other way around. Not that in the end I'm the one who gets weak first. As he approaches me very slowly, he cannot take his eyes off me for a second. If it were possible he would probably undress me with his mere look right now. As he gets closer and closer to me, but still doesn't say anything, I decide to start my plan for tonight.

Victoria: What's up babe? Forgot how to speak?

Bucky: Can you blame me?

He grabs my hand and intertwines our fingers.

Bucky: You look stunning.

Slowly, he leans down and kisses me softly. A kiss with absolutely nothing wicked or dirty about it, yet my body reacts like he's about to devour me. Think of something else Vicky. You're the one who wanted to make him sweat, not the other way around. Eventually I break away from him and take a step back to create some space between us. Ok, we gotta go or we're not going anywhere. I clear my throat before looking directly at him again.

Victoria: Shall we go?

Bucky: Gladly.

James takes his suit jacket off the bed and offers me his arm so I can link my arm. Then we go to the elevator together and make our way down.

Bucky: Do you want me to drive? The dress and shoes don't look like they were made for driving.

Victoria: They aren't. But because I knew that, I booked a car that will pick us up right away.

James stops walking and looks at me in confusion.

Bucky: Just like that? Baby are you sure I haven't forgotten some occasion?

Victoria: Don't worry baby you didn't. I just want to spend unlimited time with you without either of us being distracted by traffic.

James still looks confused as I lead him to the exit. Our car is already waiting for us there. Our driver - a stocky man I estimate to be around fifty - holds the door open for us and gives us a friendly smile.

Driver: Good evening miss, good evening sir.

We also greet him before i get in first and slide through to the other side so James can get in after me. Once we're both seated, I snuggle extra close to James, resting a hand on his thigh. So quiet that I wouldn't have heard it if I wasn't so close to him, he draws in his breath and shifts in his seat a little. Supposedly unconsciously, I let my hand wander and get a little closer to his crotch. It's actually kinda funny to see how he doesn't move an inch just to keep me from realizing what my touch is doing to him.

Bucky: And... and where are you taking me?

He asks and has to clear his throat to keep his voice under control.

Victoria: Downtown there is this totally fancy skyline restaurant. There we go.

Bucky: Sounds fantastic. I've always wanted to go there.

I don't know if he's serious or if he's just trying to distract himself from my wandering fingers. In the end it doesn't matter to me because my fingers won't be the worst thing that's going to happen to him.

Victoria: I've heard that eating there is supposed to be an unforgettable experience.

That's what they really say on the website. But I'm thinking a lot more about our own private, unforgettable experience.