The Date

We shared a bottle of Opus One Cabernet and soon it was time for desert and drinks. I was once again getting tipsy, as I am very slender and do not drink often. During desert I felt a hand on my knee, slowly working its way up my thigh. The problem was, it was James, and not Dirk! I quietly brushed his hand away without missing a beat in our conversation. I laughed at their stories and enjoyed every minute with these two handsome men. Sipping my drink, James once again touched my leg, this time quickly running his fingers inside my thigh and near my clitty. I again pushed him away, as he could not discover my secret.

With desert finished and our drinks downed, Dirk suggested dancing in the nightclub. I was so hot for Dirk that I immediately accepted, thinking James would excuse himself so that Dirk and I could enjoy our evening together. But no---James joined us in the nightclub, much to my frustration. Dirk and I danced, his strong arms wrapped around me and his very hard cock rubbing against my tummy. He lightly kissed my neck as I nuzzled into him. I was in heaven. He then whispered that James was lonely and should dance with me too. If Dirk wanted me to dance with James, I would.

We returned to the table and James took my hand and led me back to the dance floor. He was so strong and muscular. He gently took me into his arms as the music started and pulled me close. He smelled so good that I instinctively snuggled into him. During our second dance, James pulled my face up and lightly kissed me on the lips. OMG, he was hot! I felt him growing hard as he pulled my tighter into him. His hands once again began roaming my backside, lower and lower until he slipped one under my very short black dress and began massaging my bottom. I was on fire, but wanted to be with Dirk!

The three of us danced late into the night. I enjoyed being the object of desire of these two handsome, and might I add, horny men. About midnight Dirk suggested a bottle of champagne and a view of the city.