#68851 - With no attention directed to our low-lit corner and a fresh bottle of wine resting before us, I lean to whisper in your ear. After assessing your nite I recommend you put that nite on hold and entertain me for the nite, me being famished and lacking any notable company all day…and naturally since I have flattered you in a nonchalant way as to you being my preference for company over any other, you must accept. Upon our arrival at the restaurant, you adjust your shirt, intentionally pulling the tank top you have on underneath down ever so smoothly, revealing the luscious cleavage that has been strategically pushed together by your silky black bra, and I find myself trying to figure out if it was just the lust in my eyes playing tricks or did I actually see the top of your right nipple…I wouldn’t put it past you so I lean towards the latter.