I was smitten. He knew how to treat a lady. "I love your dress. It matches your panties," he said, breaking the silence. A chill swept through me as I tried to figure out how he knew I was wearing red panties. Then, I recalled - he had gifted them to me. I would usually wake up and leave at the slightest provocation. But not today. This was unlike me. Could it have been the water he gave me? I felt so horny. My body called for him. I wanted him. If only he could see it. The things I wanted to do to him were eating me up. He stretched his hand slowly across the table and touched mine. I paused for a moment, watching his gentle fingers as they lightly brushed against mine. Oh, Donavan, what are you doing? Slowly, I lifted his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his fingers before sliding one between my lips, savoring the moment.