It's A Great Big Beautiful World (BFFWM)

Dessert Before the Meal?

Melanesia

For the record, everyone who told me to go on this date, sucks.

You guessed it: I agreed to go out with the man.

It's a Saturday night and he told me to look cute. I always look cute, but I shall make an extra effort.
After the shower,  I lotion up and perfume down before I get dressed.
I wear my black lace thong and bra set. For clothes? Let me think.

....

Got it! I wear my fitted black top. It's long sleeved and has a deep V down to my belly button. I pair that with an orange, green, and yellow, tribal print wraparound skirt. It's a little bit higher than mid thigh length because, well, it's a wraparound.

I leave my curly hair down and do my signature winged liner and maroon lip combo. I grab my phone before I hear a knock on the door. I take a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

Drago

She opens the door. Goddang! I just wanna..... I smirk. There will be time for that later. "Uh. Hi! Can we go or are you just gonna stare?"
I chuckle. "Fine. I'll just stare at you when we get to the restaurant." She laughs while I lead her to the car and open the door for her.

We drive in silence. While we're driving, my hand grazes her thigh before I take her hand and intertwine her fingers with mine. I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss it.

We get to the restaurant. I open her door and take her hand in mine.

"Reservations for Battaglia. Two." We are led to our seats, away from everyone else where we can still see everyone.

"Can I start you off with a drink?" The server asks.

"Your finest wines, white and red, will be fine. Thank you," I say. The server nods and walks away after he hands us our menus.

Since we have a booth table, I get out of my seat across from her and I sit next to her.

"What are you doing?" She asks.

"This," I say before I lean in and kiss her.

Mellie

Goodness! After the kiss, I hold his face in my hands and I wipe my lipstick off of his lips. There's only so much work that ColourPop can do, people!

Our wine comes and our server asks if we're ready to order. I nod and look at Drago. "Go ahead, babe," he says.

"I would like the filet mignon and lobster tail. Can you switch my entire side for a side salad? Yes. Good. That's all. What are you getting, babe?" I ask, as I give the server the menu.

"I'll have the shrimp Alfredo. Extra sauce. Also, can we get some garlic bread, please? Thanks." He hands me his menu and I hand it to the server. He walks away.

"So, tell me, how are you liking the office so far?" Drago asks.

"I mean, it's cool. I'm working on this new idea where.... What are you doing?" His hand has moved from my knee to my mid thigh. "Keep talking."

"Ooohhbhkkkkaaaaay..... This idea. I want to, umm, sell clothes with different ... Aw fuck ... Um, different African tribal prints. But I want the ... Mmm right there ... The clothes to be traditional and I want people to know what the different prints mean...." I trail off and just let him work his magic.

See, while I'm explaining this, Drago's hands find themselves moving my thong and playing with my clit. Now he has two fingers inside of me. People! We are still in this freaking restaurant! Help me, Lord!

I discreetly grind on his fingers and try to stifle my moan. When he sees that I can't stop myself anymore, he turns my face toward his and kisses me-- tongue and all. I grind faster and faster until I whimper against his lips as I climax on his fingers.

He unwraps my arms from his neck and removes his fingers. He licks them thoroughly and I get wet all over again.

He winks at me and says, "Great. Our food is here," with a smile on his face.

And I thought the sexual tension was bad before.