I straightened my bowtie, and tucked in my shirt.  A spray of cologne - a little more pomade to even out my hair.  Well, it doesn't really take me that long to get ready, but tonight, I'm going with you to a formal business dinner with my secretary-turned-sexual-obsession.  I laced up my black oxfords, and closed the door behind me.  

After a drive through some mild traffic downtown, I parked and went up to your apartment.  I rang your bell.  

Your small, high-cut black cocktail dress made me gulp a bit.  Your hair was down, and you wore a pair of elegant black stilettos.  We were more than lovers at this point and I already knew all that lay beneath that thin fabric, but still, I couldn't help but admire your slim figure.  You caught me staring at your thighs beneath the short hem of the dress and smirked.  

"Hey sexy, you took your time getting here," you said.  

"Hey sexy back at you, got a bit of traffic, but I was thinking of you the entire time," I gave you a light kiss on the mouth.  

"Come in, I have something to show you," you invited.  I watched as you showed me into your apartment, your petite ass wiggling a bit just to tease me.  I couldn't help but smile at you, always flirting, dangling in front of me what I want yet just out of reach.  

You went to your drawer and pulled out two small items.  You turned around, and in one hand, was a black, discreet controller, and the other was a pink bullet vibrator.  My eyes widened, in lust and in anticipation.  You looked me right in the eyes, and lifted up your little dress.  

I gulped as I saw you had no panties on, your beautiful, shaved mound in full display.  I felt the hard-on coming and my breathing accelerated.  I wanted to fuck you right there, but I stood transfixed at your body.  Your eyes were fixated on mine, amused at my reaction, my inability to control myself as my gaze went up and down your body.

You spread the lips of your opening, revealing the inner labia.  I instinctively moved forward to see more of you.  You then slowly put in the little vibrator, little by little, into your opening.  I could already see that you were wet, that you had been waiting in heat for me to come and to tease me.  The vibrator was completely inside you.  

You walked to your bed, where there was just a single piece of white lace panties.  I bit my lips a bit as you twirled the minimalist, lace panties around your index finger.  Slowly, you bent down, lifted one foot and then the other, and in the most deliberate way, the panties traveled up your smooth, sculpted leg.  

Everything you did was now hidden under your dress.  I'm stuck with a giant bulge in my wool trousers.  You walked toward me, heels clicking loudly on the wooden floor, as if to announce that you were my master, and that I was powerless in face of your seductive performance.  You held out your hand and I took the controller into my palm.  

Such a tiny controller, and tonight, I'm going to drive you to the edges of human endurance.  Whatever powerlessness I felt earlier was gone now.  With the controller in my hand, I took a step closer to you, and one more.  I extended my right hand to caress your chin, and to lift up your face to meet my kiss.  

"Let's head out," I said, glancing at my watch and offering you my right arm.  You smiled a mischievous grin, taking my arm.  

We got into the car, and started the engine.  You flipped down your seat's sun visor, opening up the little mirror to check on your makeup.  From my view, I could see most of your thigh, and I strained to see that little glimpse of white lace I wanted.  

Without warning, I flipped on the vibrator to low.  "Ah..!" escaped your little mouth, surprised at my sudden attack.  You sat back straight, flipped up the visor, and looked at me.  I looked back, grinning, and gave you a little shrug.  I pulled the car back.  

"So who are these people we're meeting tonight?" you asked as we went underway.  I could see that you were constantly trying to adjust your seating, even the low setting turning you on and making you squirm.  

"Oh, just some business acquaintances, I met them a while back and all of them happen to be in town from a conference this week.  Pretty nice dudes, pretty conventional, I'm sure they'd love you," I replied.  I looked sideways at your face, trying to gauge your reaction and how much you're turned on, but you had a relative poker face despite the micro-squirming happening in the seat.  I imagined the little puddle forming on your dress, but the black folds at the hem of the dress would hide any wet spots relatively well.  Only you and I knew what was going to happen, and the privacy of our little secret heightened the erotic tension I felt.  

I took a final left turn, and drove up the ramp to a parking complex.  We got out of the car, and I could see you walk a bit stiffly with the vibrator lodged inside you.  We got on the elevator to the ground floor of the parking.  

We stood facing the elevator door.  There was an obvious surveillance camera pointed right at us, but I stood close to you and sneaked my hand behind you.  I traced my hand down your dress, and pushed further, feeling the flesh of your upper thighs.  I could hear your body stiffen at my electric touch.  Your inner thighs were completely wet, and I took my index and middle fingers and caressed your thighs from behind, the camera oblivious to my action.  We exited the elevator.  As we did, I caught your gaze, and showed you my glistening fingers, and licked your love juices from them.  

We walked just a short block before we arrived at the restaurant.  We greeted the waiter, and he showed us into our reserved room in the back.  Our little prelude was over, and now, the night began.