"Finally!" exclaimed Iridessa, relieved as she, Silvia, Margaret, and Melissa exited the shop. Adjusting her cross bag securely around her neck, Iridessa twisted her waist, causing a loud bone popping sound that elicited laughter from Margaret and Silvia.
"Well, sugah, 'bout time we got outta here." drawled Margaret as they strolled away from the shop "Dessa, darlin', reckon you need yerself a good massage. That back of yours sounded like a whole mess of firecrackers poppin' off!"
Iridessa winced, "Oh, Margaret, you're tellin' me! My back's yellin' louder than a New York cab driver!"
Silvia, nodded in agreement added, "Seriously, Dessa, we gotta get you sorted out before you start soundin' like a walkin' drum solo!"
Margaret chuckled, "Well, darlin', let's not keep that back of yours waitin' too long. We'll find you a fix, right after we grab some grub!"
As they continued on their way, Melissa walked off without a word.
Under her breath, Margaret muttered "That Melissa, always struttin' around like she owns the place."
Silvia chimed in, "Yeah, seriously, what's her deal?"
Iridessa shook her head, "Let's not waste our energy on her. We've got better things to focus on."
The honk of a car horn broke the flow of their conversation, causing them to turn and witness a stunning and luxurious car pulling up next to them. Idrus emerged from the vehicle, causing Iridessa's cheeks to redden as she greeted him with a smile.
Silvia nudged Iridessa discreetly, whispering, "Isn't that the guy who gave you a ride this morning?"
Idrus approached them, his fit white shirt accentuating his muscular physique, paired with low-hanging blue jeans that emphasized his slim waist. His hair was tousled, adding to his effortlessly attractive appearance.
Silvia nudged Margaret with a sly grin, "Looks like Dessa's got herself a handsome escort."
Margaret chuckled mischievously, "Seems like our girl has caught the eye of a real catch."
Iridessa jokingly swatted at both of them, her face flushed. "Cut it out, you two."
Idrus stopped in front of Iridessa, flashing a charming smile. "Hey, ladies. Mind if I steal her for a bit?"
Silvia raised an eyebrow suggestively, "I'm sure she wouldn't mind being whisked away by someone like you."
Margaret chimed in with a teasing tone, "Yeah, I bet she'd love a little adventure with you."
Iridessa widened her eyes at their playful banter, shooting them a mock glare. "Enough, you two. Idrus, just ignore them, they're being ridiculous."
Idrus grinned warmly at Iridessa and motioned towards his car. "Shall we?"
Iridessa returned his smile and nodded, "Of course." She bid farewell to Silvia and Margaret before getting into the car with Idrus.
As Iridessa entered the car, she couldn't help but feel a rush of self-consciousness as her exposed thighs brushed against the seat. She twisted her hands nervously, wondering why she was feeling so shy all of a sudden. Glancing at Idrus, she saw him looking at her with his intense black eyes, making her heart race even faster. Clearing her throat, she finally spoke up, "Um, why did you come to get me tonight?"
Idrus leaned back in his seat, a smirk playing on his lips. "Can't I come and see my princess?" he replied smoothly, his gaze never leaving hers.
Iridessa wished he had said something like, "Can't I come to pick up my girlfriend?" But she pushed that thought aside, feeling grateful that at least he was there with her.
As the car pulled away from the curb, Silvia's voice echoed in Iridessa's mind, "Looks like our girl's got herself a hot daddy." She couldn't help but blush at the thought, stealing a quick glance at Idrus, who caught her eye and flashed her a knowing smile.
As Iridessa's thoughts raced, she felt a sudden pressure on her thigh, followed by Idrus's calloused hand sliding across her skin. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through her body, causing her to inhale sharply. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, the feeling of his hand against her thigh sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Turning to Idrus, her heart pounding in her chest, she met his dark gaze. Despite his focused expression on the road ahead, she could feel his thumb tracing circles on the fabric of her panties, adding to the tantalizing sensation.
"Idrus," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, "what are you doing?"
He glanced at her briefly, his smirk deepening. "Just keeping my princess entertained," he replied, his voice low and husky.
Iridessa's heart raced at his words, her body aflame with desire. With a trembling hand, she reached out to grasp his, silently urging him to continue. As his touch lingered, igniting a fire within her, she found herself unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch.
With a flick of his thumb against her clit, Idrus sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through her body. Heat flooded her cheeks as she met his gaze, her breath catching in her throat. Despite his composed demeanor, she could sense the desire burning beneath the surface.
Desire surged within her as she felt his touch, her fingers intertwining with his in a silent plea for more. Idrus met her gaze with a knowing glint in his eyes, his smirk widening into a grin.
"Enjoying yourself, princess?" he teased, his voice thick with desire and Iridessa nodded her head and pushed his hand deeper into her, clutching the door handle tightly.
As Iridessa urged him to go deeper, she was abruptly met with Idrus's hand pulling away, leaving her reeling in desire and shock. "Why did you stop?" she asked, her voice laced with a mixture of frustration and longing.
Idrus simply smiled at her before gesturing outside. Iridessa followed his gaze and noticed they were parked in front of a large restaurant, one of the most popular in the country. Her eyes widened in surprise; it was notoriously difficult to get a reservation here, often requiring months of planning in advance.
"Why are we here and how did you get a reservation here?" she asked, turning to Idrus with curiosity.
He just smiled mysteriously, leaving her wondering. With a playful pout, she muttered, "And why did you start something you can't finish?" she said rubbing her legs together, feeling the wetness between her pussy dripping down her thighs and she felt embarrassed, she couldn't go out like that.
Idrus chuckled at her comment and leaned in to kiss her nose affectionately before getting out of the car. Iridessa couldn't help but feel a mixture of anticipation and frustration as she followed him into the restaurant.
As Idrus and Iridessa entered the restaurant, they were met with warm greetings from the staff. "Good evening, Mr. Idrus," one of the servers said with a respectful nod. "We're delighted to have you with us tonight."
Idrus acknowledged the greeting with a gracious smile before turning to Iridessa, his arm draped possessively around her waist. "This way, please," the hostess said, leading them to a secluded table near the back of the restaurant.
Inside, the atmosphere was lively, with the buzz of conversation and the clinking of glasses filling the air. Idrus led her to a secluded corner table, where they could enjoy their meal in privacy.
But Iridessa couldn't shake the feeling of arousal that still lingered within her. She glanced at Idrus, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the thought of what had just transpired in the car and what he had left between her legs.
Idrus caught her gaze and grinned, leaning in to whisper, "Don't worry, càra. We'll continue it later." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but smile in response.
As they settled into their seats, they began to peruse the menu, Iridessa couldn't shake the feeling of excitement that coursed through her. Despite the unexpected turn of events, she couldn't wait to see what the rest of the evening had in store.
Iridessa couldn't help but admire the elegant decor of the restaurant. The walls were adorned with intricate artwork, and soft candlelight cast a warm glow over the room.
Idrus caught her admiring gaze and chuckled softly. "Impressive, isn't it?" he remarked, gesturing to their surroundings. "I thought you might enjoy a change of scenery."
Iridessa smiled appreciatively, feeling a sense of excitement building within her. "Thank you," she replied, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I've never been to a place like this before."
Idrus grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, I'm glad I could show you something new," he said, reaching across the table to take her hand in his.
As they continued perusing the menu, Iridessa couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within her. Despite the unexpected turn of events, she found herself looking forward to the evening ahead.
Idrus glanced at her, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Any preferences?" he asked, gesturing to the menu.
Iridessa shrugged, her gaze lingering on the tantalizing descriptions of the dishes. "Everything looks delicious," she admitted, feeling a flutter of excitement in her stomach.
Idrus smiled, his gaze lingering on her. "We'll have one of everything, then," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Iridessa laughed, shaking her head at his suggestion. "I think that might be a bit much," she replied, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Idrus chuckled, his hand reaching across the table to gently brush against hers. "Just teasing, princess," he said, his voice soft and reassuring.
As they waited for their food to arrive, Iridessa found herself lost in conversation with Idrus, their wordsflowing easily between them. Despite the unfamiliarity of their situation, she felt strangely at ease in his presence, as if they had known each other for years.
As the evening wore on, Iridessa couldn't shake the feeling of contentment that washed over her. Despite the chaos of the outside world, she found solace in the simple pleasure of good food and good company.
Then Idrus glanced at the ring on Iridessa's hand, he looked at her from the rim of his glass. "You never told me why you're wearing something as beautiful as this," he remarked, his tone laced with intrigue.Iridessa hesitated for a moment, her fingers tracing the delicate patterns etched into the red band.
Iridessa chuckled softly at Idrus's question, a playful glint in her eyes. "It was given to me," she replied cryptically, offering him a teasing smile.
Idrus raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her response. "A mysterious gift, then?" he mused, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Iridessa nodded, her smile widening. "Something like that," she said with a wink, leaving the rest to his imagination.
Idrus chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "Well, I suppose some secrets are meant to be kept," he remarked, his tone light to Iridessa's ears but their was a deeper meaning to what he said.
As they continued their meal, Iridessa couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building between them. She found herself drawn to Idrus's easy charm and infectious laughter, eager to see where the evening would take them.