Midnight snack

Mr. Big Wig

Its so late... I've been keeping a low profile this week...and then Big Wig comes back from his business trip and calls me on a whim.  He caught me just at the right time.

You are utterly fabulous company Mr. Big Wig.  And such excellent taste in restaurants.  I'm blown away.

He likes when
we go out to dinner or drinks and he just loves it when I slip my feet out of my heels
and slowly glide my stockinged toes up under the edge of his pants.  I
lightly caress his bare leg under the table.  No one is the wiser, not the
server taking our order or the other patrons at the restaurant. 

I love watching his handsome face for little reactions. 

The squirms that he
tries to hide turn me on because I know that it is making him hard. The silky
feel of my stockings against his skin is his undoing.

It turns me on to know that he wants me when we're in public.
 Feeling his bulging cock against my toes, and noticing the moans he is trying
in vain to hide.

  It turns me on to know how much of an effect I have on
him. Each moan and shiver from him makes me wetter and wetter.  The
anticipation is killing me.

I love that he lets me be in total control of the situation.
 I know exactly what I am doing to him.  I love that feeling of being
in control of someone else.  Such a turn on. It's making me wet just
remembering it... mmmmmm

Thank you for another lovely late night London moment xxx