We valet parked and John walked alongside me as we headed into the restaurant. He provided the maître’d with his name and as we stood and waited fo... a table, I slipped my hand into John’s. His palms were clammy, and I could tell he was nervous.I leaned against John and whispered that it felt good to hold his hand, that it made me feel secure. John smiled, and nodded his head, but didn’t say anything.We shared a bottle of red wine and the dinner was fabulous. We talked about my job and his job. He tasted a little of the ale he’d pretended to drink, but also like himself – something unique and heady. He smelled foul, but more than made up for it by how he felt against her.And it felt good – his body was hard and lean against hers, one of his hands kneading her ass, the other stroking up her spine. She could feel him hard against her thighs, and he shuddered deliciously when she rocked her hips against him.She wanted this – wanted him – so badly it hurt. But he’d just had an attempt on. But, but....I couldn't think what to say, and I suddenly realised that I couldn't think of a reason not to go. I did have my passport with me after all and I didn't need to rush home for anything. I felt really sad though that he didn't want to make love to me and asked him why? I like to take my time with these things Annabel, there's no rush. I want to admire your beauty longer before I ravish you. I want to imagine bending you over a table and taking you from behind, watch you sunbathe. .. I had totug and pull the top of the dress in order to adjust it so that itrested over my breasts, but once I got it into place it felt like a goodfit, and I rushed over to the mirror. My attention first went to mybustline, and I could tell right away that this was a dress that wouldnot fit well on a flat-chested girl. I really loved it and it made meso much more grateful about my "assets"! The dress came up to near thetop of my thigh on the left leg, while on the right leg the.