Dining in Darkness: Our Eyes Meet, Hands Explore

The clinking of glasses and hushed conversations fill the air as we sit across from each other, the tension palpable. I trace the rim of my glass, my eyes locked onto yours, inviting you to follow my lead. You mirror my movements, our fingers brushing, sending electric shocks up our arms. I lean back, my heel finding your crotch, feeling the bulge grow. You bite your lip, trying to maintain composure as I slowly uncross my legs, giving you a tantalizing glimpse of what's to come.

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