PT.3
The earlier exertions seemed to quell the obvious fire between kitten and I, and for the remainder of the week, I still received a teasing picture or a flirty text, small exchanges during the day with teasing and on top of the clothes stuff till Friday, Date Night, I had been planning a nice meal and some more fun with my girl all week, that she had no idea about.
Kitten had been hinting about a new restaurant in town she wanted to try, in fact more than hints, leaving menus around the apartment, and casually mentioning how much she needs a night out, and a few glasses of wine.
So while on a lunch break I decide to go check out the place, see if it meets my requirements for what I had in mind.
Walking in and placing a reservation with the hostess for 7.30pm and asking if I can take a look around, which was consented too, I casually stroll round, looking at the semi circular booths the low lighting and a small corridor at the back leading to the bathrooms and a store room, all of which have adequate room and privacy away from the dining area, far end a bar with stools and seating all facing outward. 'Perfect!' I think to myself, 'this place is ideal for my needs', pointing to the end booth near the passageway and indicating to the hostess this is the table I desire.
I arrange to meet Kitten at the place, just the street, tell her put on your sexiest underwear, and her purple dress, the one that always gets me aroused and tell her 'Be there 7.15'. When she walks up the road the sway of her hips, and the jiggle of her breasts, hair swinging lightly, a devious smile on her face, telling me she is turned on, giving her a kiss on the cheek but before moving way she whispers "I have my plug in honey, just like you like, oh and I'm wet already", A slight flicker of surprise must have crossed my face as she straightens and smiles a little crooked a glint if mischief in her eye.
Taking her hand feeling the heat of her soft warm hand in mine as we walk into the restaurant, already slightly aroused knowing Kitten had her favourite toy in, and is wet, I wonder if I'm going to be able to concentrate through the meal, thoughts of eating crossing my mind, and not what will be on a plate. Settling into our seats, and ordering some wine as I peruse the menu, barely able to take in the foods on offer contemplating the one thing I really want to eat between kittens thighs.
We chat casually trying to focus on the entrΓ©, but the desire has been building, so I stand to excuse my self to visit the bathroom, passing my horny little kitten slipping a hand into her dress and squeezing her breast, blocking the view from the rest and whispering in her ear, "Go to the bathroom and take off your panties" in a low growl, clearing stating intent.
When I get back from to the table I notice Kitten isn't there. 'She must have slipped outside' I think to myself, turning and heading down past the restrooms, and out the door to the back alley, dimly lit I can see her leaning against the wall, halfway through a cigarette, but her hand on her mound lightly touching herself, faint moans echoing off the walls.