To a casual onlooker we probably just looked like close friends enjoying a meal. That wasn’t so far from the truth and yet…
I’d gotten into the habit of dressing up for her whenever we’d meet for lunch. She enjoyed pretty things, and I did my best not to disappoint. Today was no different. I’d laid everything out last night before bedtime. Starting the day with classes meant I’d have to commit first thing in the morning. A vibrant coral floral print and matching polish on toes and fingers. And pretty pink lace underwear just in case she decided to peek, which she sometimes did.
She, of course, would look stunning in anything she wore. Today was no exception. A Viking goddess in royal blue and white, her skirt just long enough to avoid being indecent and still show off her magnificent legs.
The signs of ownership were so subtle I doubt that anyone besides me would ever suspect. The way she brushed back an errant strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear. The way she’d occasionally place her hand on my thigh, her finger trailing along just beneath the hem of my dress. The way she called me ‘pet’ ever so softly or told me to spread my legs just a little bit or when she whispered in my ear that I should go into the ladies room, remove my panties, and slip them into her bag.
Yes, the sexual tension, to me, was unmistakable. And yet, no one said a word. Not that we didn’t get the odd glance here and there, but it was easy to assume that they were mostly from guys checking us out. Either way, I paid very little attention to anyone other than my Mistress as I smoothed my dress beneath me and sat back down in the corner booth next to her.
“This one.”
She nodded, examining the image I’d sent her earlier. “I really like the style. And it’s sexy, but you could wear it out, pet.”
“Out? People would stare.”
“Probably. Can you blame them?”
I answered with a murmur and a blush, ducking my head, my eyes focused on her cell as I chewed thoughtfully on my lower lip.
“Now, show me the ears.”
I’d finally gotten her interested enough in my kitty girl obsession that she was taking it quite seriously. As usual, I wondered if I’d thought this through properly. My Mistress, once committed, didn’t do things half-way. Ever.
“Here. I bookmarked a few…”