Curious Kitten

The Cat is Different

Finding an outfit took longer than I expected. My head is in a different mind set. Tonight I had planned on chilling. Now I have a date. I feel more stressed than a normal person should. I have a handsome man pursuing me for god knows why.

I return to the living room where I placed Jason before I left to dress. He is standing examining the pictures carefully framed upon the walls. I watch as he waltzes do the next picture of me like it is an art gallery. He pays close attention to each one. The easy happy look on his face brings one to my own. His giddiness is infectious.

"Ahem." I smile sheepishly when he jumps surprised. "Having fun?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He glances at my face before following down my body that is so carefully wrapped in a floral-lace dress that reaches my knee. I wear a pair of black pumps also.

In my opinion I believe this outfit makes me look both sexy and sophisticated.

But would I have picked this as my first date outfit?

Hell no.

I would have picked my empire waist gold dress yet I wore it two days ago to a benefit and it is cure you being dry cleaned after I spilt a bit of wine on the skirt.

A hotness washes over me as his eyes fixate upon my breasts. Which are pretty much on display. I squirm at the attention immediately. "Jason..." I trail off.

"Shhhh," in an instant his arms are around my waist. His head nuzzles my neck lovingly. "Oh, kitten. You look ravishing. I can hardly control my self." He smells me pulling me closer to his body. Awkwardly I wrap my arms over his shoulders.

"I have never done this before." I whisper nervously.

He sighs, "Just relax. Let me hold you a while longer, won't you?"

I nod, too scared to test my own voice. After roughly five minutes I begin to get antsy.

"Are we going on a date or is this all we are doing tonight?" I ask.

"Oh no kitten, we will be doing lots of things tonight." he whispers then playfully nips at my neck making a delightful shiver run down my back. Jason pulls back reluctantly. His face looks brighter though after our embrace.

He holds out his hand. I stare at it confused by its purpose. Another sigh leaves his mouth. "Gwen, you put your hand inside of mine as a sign of our togetherness." He takes my hand in his gently and grips it tight. Almost like he knew that I'd pull away.

The drive to wherever we are going is quiet. I'm glad to know that he doesn't listen to the modern music the teenagers are going at these days. Rather he enjoys a simple yet amazing work of the classics. Tchaikovsky, and Chopin for example are playing elegantly while Jason firmly grips the steering wheel in his leather interior car. I watch as he caresses the wheel with his large hands so delicately as if he were handling a woman in the passion on love. His hands are so large and smooth. Looking at this fingers from far away I cannot see the hands of a worker rather ones of a rich socialite who's hands are only used for simple tasks. I shake my head. Such thought for hands? Why are hands so sexually appealing?

"Do me a favor, my lovely," he sighs leaning his forehead on mine.

I smile completely content, "Anything."

"When you touch yourself tonight, read page 364. Your orgasm will be the strongest you've ever had." He whispered the last part into my ear causing a rippling of bumps down my body. I shudder even more when he grabs my backside roughly in his huge hands.

He pulls me into his hips grinding his large erection over my core. Another shock goes through my body. "Just thinking about you masturbating gets me hot. Feel how hard I am."