I hold the door as you walk in and the scent of the establishment's faire hits us in a wave. We walk to the hostess stand and I let them know we have a reservation. As I turn around I catch you looking intently at the open kitchen and it gives me a moment to take in your profile. From head to toe you're beautiful and I love that you walked in with me. Everyone knows I was able to catch your attention, well for dinner at least. Your hair, lips, eyes, neckline and curves... fuck yes curves. I'm practically entranced when you suddenly turn towards me with a quizzical look on your face. Shit! Busted! I can feel my cheeks turning red. The hostess saves me by tapping on my shoulder and asking us to follow her. I wait for you to pass and then get in line behind you. My eyes wander down those curves again, this time from behind. Self control Daniel, self control.
We're seated at a private crescent shaped booth that's large enough for four. We each scoot in on opposite sides and I purposely move towards the middle of the seat so I'm closer to you and notice you doing the same. Scandalous! The hostess hands us menus, a wine list and specials and tells us someone will be right over but I'm hardly paying attention. You're smiling at me because you know you caught me and I can't look away. The reverie is broken a few moments later when the waiter arrives. We choose a few courses we both want to share with the other and the waiter leaves. The talk comes fluidly as I knew it would and I'm drawn in. You're engaging, articulate and quirky which just serves to heighten how much I want you.
We eat, talk and share the meal with easy smiles and laughs. It's almost like we've done this a hundred times before. I'm a little quieter now as I don't want to take over the conversation. I'm a good listener and I find you fascinating so it's easy. The conversation is more casual now, even sensual without ever broaching the subject of sex itself. In what seems like no time we hit the 2 hour mark and dessert arrives. Your hand finds mine under the table and gives it a squeeze and then rests on my knee. It stays there as you reach for a fork. All I can think about is how my leg is practically on fire as I had no idea how much I longed for you to touch me. Your thumb rubs against my leg gently and slowly and you know I'm staring at you. The fork comes up with something deliciously chocolately and moves towards my lips. "First bite is yours" you say. I don't even bother to fight, my will power is now officially gone. I open and accept the gift and it's delicious but not nearly as much as this moment has been.