Spicing things up

The next 20 minutes or so they spent dicing veggies, frying the meat and preparing the sauce. They chatted animatedly, the chemistry was just right. Her idea was great, Matt thought. There were so much less doubts this way. The surety of knowing where this would go...

After a while, they were just in the middle of cooking, the speaker turned itself on again. "... Oh yeah and let's put in a swift of that wine you brought, should we?" Stacy just suggested when the speaker cut in. The voice was male. Matt knew that it would reveal something about him now.

'Matt likes it, of a woman is forward and outgoing, taking what she wants sexually'

Wow, Matt thought. This felt embarrassing... Stacy just grinned at him though. "I will keep that in mind" she said in a level tone. She had a gleam in her eyes though, that sent a shiver of excitement down Matt's spine.

Not much later, the lasagna was in the oven and they sat down on Stacy's sofa, waiting for it to be ready. "Can you feel it too?" Stacy suddenly asked, out of nowhere. "Ermm... What?"

"The tension. The electricity. I mean who knows, after all I could pounce on you any time, right? " She laughed, but he was not sure how serious she was being. Pounce on him... An exciting thought. He got a bit hard just thinking about it.

"Oh that. I do, yes" Matt said and they locked eyes for a moment. Matt was sure they would started to make out right then and there if it had not been for the speaker.

'Stacy has a tattoo on her lower back' Matt raised his eyebrows "Oh do you? What is it?" Stacy smiled mysteriously "I could tell you. But why don't you just... take a look for yourself?"

This would have been an exciting suggestion either way. But it was not even like he could just lift up her shirt a little bit. With the dress, he had to almost strip her completely to see that part of her body .

Before he could decide what to say, the oven timer beeped though. "Tough luck" Stacy laughed and got up. She took some oven mitts and bent down to get the lasagna out. She pulled out their dinner through the steamy steamy air.

"That looks hot." Matt remarked. "Well, thank you." Stacy said as she got back up and winked at him. That was not what he meant, but she was right. Her ass did look pretty good as she bent over. As soon as she had set down the hot dish, Matt thought it appropriate to slap her ass once more. The tiny little moan she let out confirmed this assessment.

A minute later they were at the table, lasagna on their plates and wine in their glasses. It was simply delicious. Whole they were eating, study asked him "So... What do you think it is? My tattoo I mean." Matt thought for a while. "You do not strike me as the kind of girl with a tramp stamp" he started his guessing.

Stacy chuckled "Oh no? Are you sure about that?" Matt was confused. "Well I mean ..." But then he froze. He could feel something moving up his leg. As both of her hands were busy eating and holding her wine glass, it had to be her foot.

"Go on, take another guess" Matt gulped. As her naked foot moved up and up, he said "Ermm... A butterfly?" She simply shook her head. Her foot touched his hard bulge now. "Maybe... Maybe a flower?"

Again, she shook her head. Softly, her foot was rubbing him now. Matt's breathing quickened a bit "I give up, what is it?" Stacy did not reply. Simply smiled, and got up. Slowly, she opened the zipper at the back of her dress and pulled it up over her head. Add she turned around, Matt saw the tattoo.

"Wow, I don't think I would have ever guessed Snoopy." He said in a level tone. His real attention was on her perky round ass though. Only clad in a small slightly lacy piece of underwear it looked amazing!

And just as he was about to stand up, about to slap her half naked ass and maybe so much more, Stacy sat down again. Matt blinked at her a few times. "This is not fair, I feel underdressed now." She stated. Matt knew what she meant. Hesitantly he got up and started to unbutton his shirt. She looked at him with very obvious interest. Not that there would have been any reason for her to hide it.

When he pulled down his pants though, his underwear formed quite the tent. Matt blushed a little bit and sat back down. He had the feeling that Stacy was fighting back a laugh.

In their underwear they kept on eating for a while. After some minutes it started to feel less awkward. Matt got used to it. Well, he did not get used to being exposed to her amazing looking breasts right in front of him, almost naked. But he was not complaining about that either.

Before they knew it, the food was gone. They were just sipping the last drops of wine as the voice cut in once again. Switching back and forth as usual, it was male now.

'Matt wishes he had the courage to be more dominant with women. Saying things like: **** on my cock you dirty slut!'

There it was, the answer he had been dreading to have read back to him. Stacy looked at him silently for a long moment. Damn it, Matt thought. He had ruined it. But then, Stacy broke out into roaring laughter.

It went on for quite a while, almost to the point where he started to take it as an insult. After wiping away a little tear, Stacy said, still chuckling "Oh good, you are SO not the type to say something like that."

Matt looked down. "Yeah, I know..." He felt like an idiot. Of course he could not pull this off. When he looked back up, Stacy was gone! Only that she was not. He felt her hands on his thighs at the same time he looked back down into her smirking face.

"So... You may not be able to to pull off saying something like that but..." With a quick movement she pulled his boxers down and his hard dick sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. "... that does not mean I cannot still try my best to **** on it."

A fiery, passionate gleam in her eyes was the last Matt saw of her face, before she closed her lips around his twitching cock and lowered her head.

This date was about to start for real now!