She had given you the trigger some time ago, and had used it regularly since then, so you were well conditioned. Every time she said the word “rising”, you would become aroused and your cock would get hard. It was a very pleasant sensation.

She told you to get dressed formally, as she had booked a table at a very upscale restaurant. You dressed carefully in a dark suit, formal shirt, silk tie and polished shoes, and got to the restaurant early. As she came in the door, you caught your breath; she was dressed in a burgundy red bustier, with a just-above-the-knee pencil skirt, stockings and heels, her hair neatly tied up in a knot, accentuating her shapely shoulders. The maître d' showed you to your table and you pulled out her chair so she could sit down.

She studied the menu and ordered your meal, a shrimp cocktail, lamb and cheesecake, and chose wines to go with each dish. The soft sound of classical music wafted through the air, the starched white tablecloth and red candles setting the scene. Her eyes shone in the candlelight and you felt a thrill run through your body.

“Lovely music, isn’t it? The melody *rising* and falling so sweetly”, she said and your cock immediately sprang to attention. You blushed at your arousal in the contrasting context of the formal restaurant. “Ummmm, yes” you stammer. “The way the dreamy violins are *rising* to court the ethereal flutes, so elegant, isn’t it?” “Yes”, you whisper, grateful that the tablecloth is concealing the bulge in your pants.

Against the background of the soft sound of cutlery and crockery clinking, she tells you about a couple at a table behind you. “They look very much in love. She keeps *rising* up to whisper to him across the table. While the notes of the music are *rising*… and falling”. You moan, straining to keep your composure, your cock hard and insistent now.

“Did you see the sun *rising* this morning?” she says casually with a wicked gleam in her eyes, as a small smile plays across her face. “The sky was particularly spectacular, especially just as it was *rising* above the horizon.”

She is well aware of how flustered you’ve become. “Is that a moan escaping from your lips? Remember this is a fine establishment. Much as I love to hear you moaning for me, you will need to keep your pleasure sounds to a low level”, she whispers.

The next course comes and you eat and converse softly.

“Oops I’ve dropped my napkin on the floor, would you mind *rising* and picking it up for me?” she asks in mock innocence, whispering “You’re looking a bit hot under that collar of yours. The gentleman at the next table is staring at you. Do try to maintain your composure.”

“Such a lovely melody. What is it doing?” she asks “It’s ummm r-r-*rising* and f-f-falling”, you stammer. “That’s right”, she says

The evening passes and dessert arrives. It’s sweet and delicious and your cock is still pleasantly hard.

“Don’t look now, but the lady at the next table has dropped her napkin too, and the gentleman is *rising* to pick it up just like you did”, she says. Each time she triggers you, your cock throbs in response. You surely can’t get any harder, you think, as the horny pleasure spreads throughout your body.

Having finished the meal, she asks for the bill and you protest “No, no, let me get that”. “Such a gentleman, *rising* to the occasion, aren’t you?” she smiles sweetly, although it’s really more of a smirk. “We’d better get going, I have to be *rising* early tomorrow morning.”

We go to my car and I drive her home. As we arrive at her apartment she reminds me that it’s No Nut November. As if I had forgotten! I smile weakly. “Th-th-thank you for a lovely evening”, I stammer.

“Mwahahaha”, I hear her say under her breath as she gets out of the car.