The Dinner part 1
We are at an Italian restaurant, a table for two and the lights are dim. You are sitting in front of me, your hand is resting on the red and white checkered tablecloth. You are wearing a tight light blue dress, shiny black stiletto heels, your hair is loose and falling down over your shoulders. You are wearing a nice necklace made of turquoise with a bracelet that matches. And, because you know me, you are not wearing underwear. I am dressed in a black pair of pants, white shirt with my...