Entering the restaurant, he looks around for her... and in a corner away from the door he sees her profile. He works his way around so as to come up behind her, and bends down and blow softly on her neck. She reacts as expected... tilting her head slightly to the opposite side, opening more of her neck to him. He kisses her just below the ear, then whisper 'nice to see you, again'. I kiss your neck again, further down toward your shoulder, then steps around to sit in the chair next to her, not the one facing her. She doesn't speak... just reaches a hand out under the table and places it gently on his thigh. Not squeezing, not stroking... just touching, and yet that alone is electric.
'Have you ordered, yet?' She nods slowly up and down. 'For both of us?' Again she nods. 'Well then... I expect you'll be surprising me with your choices?' She smiles. Her hand is withdrawn from his leg. He reaches for her arm, as if to pull it back, but misses, and his hand settles on her thigh instead. Her skirt is short, and his hand touches skin just below the hemline. He immediately explores her thigh with his fingers, lightly tracing down to her knee and back to her skirt line. She looks into his eyes... her tongue lightly moistening her lips.
The waiter brings the drink she ordered for him, places it in front of him... and noticing their eyes locked upon each other, leaves. Neither of them turned to notice his arrival or departure. She reaches for the drink, raises it to his lips and as he bends slightly forward to meet the glass in her hand, sips. She pulls it back... he leans in again, sliding his hand further up her leg as he does. She brings the glass to his lips again as his hand glides smoothly under her skirt to her upper thigh... not quite to her panties, but just to where her skin feels warmer... then he stops. He sips again, making sure he doesn't spill the drink, then again she pulls the glass away. She puts it down, raises her hand to his lips, and gently wipes her finger across them.
As she flicks her finger lightly over his lips, he reaches further up her skirt and finds hers, brushing them lightly with his fingertips. His tongue darts out and licks at her finger. She leans forward slightly, allowing her hair to fall, covering her face. He leans toward her, and pressing two fingers firmly against her now damp panties, he kisses the back of her neck, nuzzling her with soft murmurs and kisses as his fingers rub back and forth over her. Her legs open a little, and he slides all his fingers over her, palming her and gently squeezing her.
