Silk Scarf

“My guess is you’d like me to take control, to take you home with me, tie you up so you couldn’t move a muscle, and then tease you for hours until you spurt globs of cum. Make you do all those nasty little things you would never have the courage to do on your own.
If he had been red-faced before, his hue now paled as Catherine whispered in his ear. She had repeated things he had never spoken out loud to anyone in his life. Desires so secret he was sometimes even afraid to fantasize about them.
“There’s no need to be embarrassed.” Catherine whispered into his idea. “No one else can hear us.”
Michael felt like she had read his mind, his dick had gown so hard he thought it would burst from his pants. It felt like all the blood in his body was rushing from his head to his groin. Catherine didn’t help matters any by slowly rubbing her leg up against his thigh under the table.

Color slowly returned to Michael’s face as he composed himself. He still felt more than a little lightheaded with the revelation of his darkest desires. It was as if he was wearing a sign on his forehead that screamed pervert.
“So what do you think my little man?” the older woman asked. “And I do hope I’m only using that phrase figuratively. Do you have the courage to live those desires?”
Michael’s heart was beating rapidly, his palms were sweaty. Part of him feared answering yes but another part feared ever more never having this chance again. The word seemed stuck in his dry throat.
“Y..Ye..ss.” he finally managed to utter.
“Excellent.” Catherine smiled broadly, overwhelming him with a wave of desire. “Let’s get out of here then. I’m suddenly ravenous, but what I crave isn’t on the menu.”
Without waiting for his reply she rose and started for the door. As she rose Michael noticed how tall she was, almost 2 inches over his 5 ‘8″. Dropping some money on the table to cover the bill, he followed her out into the street.
“My car is in the lot next door.” Catherine said as she turned to the left. Michael quickly followed, admiring the sway of her tight little ass as she walked. It was almost a crime, he thought, for any woman to have such a perfect ass.