Being the Perfect Gentleman

Be careful. Your answer to a woman who is seducing you can make or break the moment.

It’s what we say and how we say it; Licensed Depositphotos

This story is in the BDSM section of Sexy Psyche.

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Your dress was quite captivating in how the hem teased mid-thigh and how the fabric flurled as you turned and slid into the booth. The movement was so graceful and sensual that I made flurled a new word.

“Lovely outfit,” I mentioned, laying the napkin in my lap and specifically careful not to say that your skirt made me catch my breath and it stirred my imagination.

“Thank you.” Your smile bordered on a giggle, like you were holding onto a secret.

This was our fifteenth or so date, roughly speaking. I was losing track due to schedule conflicts and being lost in thoughts of you in between.

I wanted to appear gentlemanly, which means to struggle with sex washing through the mind and dying inside while outwardly acting as though I’d rather talk about interest rates while appearing steady and unmoved.

“So, you like my dress?” Your profile was inviting as you settled.

“I do.”

We had agreed to move slowly in our relationship and not rush into sex, despite my stomach tightening and noticing your lipstick and eye shadow and how your top ran so smoothly over your breasts.

My cock stiffened but you would never know, even though you pointed your toes and touched inside my ankle.

“That’s sweet of you for saying.” Your enthusiasm always gripped me.

We paused as the server came by, handed menus, and described the specialties and we ordered drinks. Once he left, we continued.

“Do you ever wonder—” Your teasing tones were becoming more common on our dates.

“Do I wonder what?”

“What it would be like to,” you ran a finger slowly up the stem of your water glass, “touch my dress?”