Sylvia and I are seated at one of those high-end restaurants that you either have to know someone such as myself or book reservations months in advance. I can tell she is excited to be here but trying hard to cover up the emotion. She does not want to give off the impression that she is too impressed. I think it’s cute. After our Paris date, you would think that a fancy restaurant would seem sub-par anyways. I can tell that I am probably getting laid tonight –finally. Sylvia has acted like a lady so far. She’s really making me work for it, but I can see it in her eyes tonight.

We have a fancy dinner: lobster and a bottle of wine to go along with it. My brother keeps calling me, so I put my phone on silent and toss it back into my pocket. I don’t have time for his bullshit tonight. I go over in my head everything going on at the office, and there is nothing that urgent that he cannot handle. Instead of worrying about work, I enjoy my dinner with Sylvia. There is a lot of back and forth of sexual innuendos in our conversation, and that alone is giving me a hard on. I’m glad we’re seated at a table with a white tablecloth; I scoot closer to the table to keep my slight erection hidden from our server.

“This is the best dinner I have had in a long time.” Sylvia says, pauses, and then changes her mind, “Although, that dinner in Paris probably has this beat. I still can’t believe you took me to the Tour de France.”

“It seemed like something you would be into,” I say.

“You sure did set the bar high, my friend.” She winks at me. “I wonder how you are going to one up that?” I suddenly feel her high heel touch my leg from under the table.

“I don’t suppose you have something in particular in mind?” I ask.

“Maybe.” She says and works her foot up higher and higher until she has her heel in my lap, “Well, what have we here?” she realizes I’m hard, and for some reason, I blush. Not normally something that embarrasses me so easily, but I’ve never wanted to impress someone as much as Sylvia, and I’m worried what she will think.

She puts her foot back down. “Cute.” I say, “You’re the one rubbing me under the table with your feet.”

“What, do you have a foot fetish or something?” she asks.

“No!” I retort, and I laugh slightly, “Unless you’re into something like that.”

“Not particularly.” She says with a smile. She gives me this look in which she raises an eyebrow slightly and subtly licks her lips. Sylvia practically purrs, “So, what are we doing after dinner?”

“Well,” I say somewhat hoarsely, “I was thinking we head back to my place.”

“Oh really?” she asks. There is something about those eyes that have me transfixed. “And what makes you think I would want to do that?”

I grin, “Just a hunch.” I lean forward and touch her hand, “You know, talking to you is my favorite part of the day.”

She smirks, “Oh is it? Tell me, why are you so fascinated by me? There are plenty other fish in the sea –why me?”

“There may be plenty of fish in the sea, but you’re the only one I would want to catch and mount back home,” I say, and she busts out laughing.

“Nice pickup line, James.” She says, “All right. Why don’t you ask for the check and take this fish home, then?”

I am quick to oblige. I pay the tab, and we hurry out of the restaurant. I have my driver take us to my home, and we hurry into the elevator to the penthouse. Sylvia already can’t keep her hands off me. She keeps touching my side, my chest, and my ass. While we ride the elevator up, she tickles my throat with her lips. We practically run to the bedroom, and after I close the bedroom door and turn around I see that she is already down to her undergarments, and certainly planned for this evening based off of the sexy pink lace she is wearing.

“Whoa,” I say without thinking, and I see that she gets a big head from my uncontrolled gasp.

She waved me over with her finger, and I hurry to her. I sit on my knees on the bed and take her into my arms. She falls onto her back, and I kick off my shoes before climbing on top of her. I don’t get undressed, not yet. I’m too eager to touch her and explore her body. She has got to be one of the sexiest women I have ever laid eyes on. I touch her perfectly toned stomach and run one of my hands up towards her breasts. I discover that her bra unhooks in the front, so I unhook it and toss her bra over my shoulder. I touch one of her breasts, cupping it in my hand, and I put my mouth on her other breast. I can tell that I am tickling her slightly, but I don’t stop. Sylvia shutters slightly from my touch. I keep licking her breast as I move my hand off her other breast and down her front side, sliding my hand into her underwear. My other hand goes underneath her to hold her around the waist.

“Uhh…” I hear her groan as I touch her, and she arches her hips slightly when I press my fingers inside her.

She is working on removing my ties, but her hands are a bit shaky. This is my fantasy girl; I definitely want her to enjoy this as much as me. My tie comes off, and she tosses it over the side of the bed. I remove my jacket and toss it as well, but before I remove any more of my own clothes I remove her pink, lacey panties so that I can get a good look of her completely naked. I can feel myself growing warm as I stare at her. There is not a single flaw on her body. No blemish. Not even a birthmark that stands out. She looks almost unreal with how perfect every inch of her is.

I reach around with both arms under her legs and lift her hips up before inserting my tongue inside her. “Oh God!” she cries. I am on my knees as I lift her lower half up to my face, and the rest of her curves downward. I lower her back down, but I go with her and start to gently nibble at her, and this gets her twice as excited. I can see her hands gripping the sheets. She remains lying on her back as I sit back up on my knees to look down at her while I unbutton my shirt. She stares up at me with anticipation. I toss my shirt back and then do the same with my pants, socks, and underwear. My pants land on the nightstand when I toss them rather than the floor, and I can hear my phone vibrating against the nightstand. I roll my eyes, knowing my brother is probably calling me again.

I lay on top of her and plunge into her, and she gasps from the sudden intrusion. “Oh my God, you have a fucking mirror on your ceiling.” I hear her say, evidently just now noticing it. She laughs at it, though. I’m sure she is staring at my bare ass in the mirror.

As I move, I can feel her breathing growing heavier with each passing second. She gets louder with each breath, and her gasps are closer together. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” I say, and I can tell it turns her on to know I’ve been thinking about her, so I keep going, “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” I say and carefully bite down on her ear. “I can’t handle myself around you,” I say, “You make me crazy.”

She grabs hold of my side and practically squeals, “Go deeper.” She says to me, and I obey her command. “You’re amazing!” she cries, and I can feel her back arch slightly; she screams, and I explode inside of her.

The two of us wind up lying down on our sides, staring at one another as we attempt to gather our breaths. I can hear the phone going off again, and I do my best to ignore it so as to enjoy the moment.