They'd agreed to meet in town and in style, so, they decided to have dinner together in a beautiful restaurant, known for its great ambiance and wonderful exotic food.
Rick looked ravishingly stunning in his black trousers and sexy soft grey silk shirt, his long hair tied back in a ponytail. Anna caressed him with her gaze, and blushed when his eyes roamed most appreciatively over the short black velvet dress hugging her curves, her sheer glossy black stockings and her elegant shoes, before they lingered on her simple onyx earrings and matching necklace that caressed her subtly displayed, ample cleavage.
His hand rested lightly on her right hip and his fingers brushed her lower back as he led her into the warmly lit dining room. Anna felt his fingertips burning straight through her dress, causing her heart to skip a beat.
Smoldering logs of wood crackled invitingly in a round open fireplace in the middle of the restaurant, and chandeliers suspended from the high ceiling spread a soft warm light. Round tables were set in small alcoves, with curved plush benches behind them shaped in a softened "U", somewhat like the spread wings of a bird, allowing diners to sit side by side, yet also nearly facing each other.
The pretty hostess who'd taken care of their coats, now showed them to their seats.
"Have a lovely evening" she smiled, and swished back towards the entrance.
Ricks' hand casually brushed Anna's bare upper arm as he let her slide behind the table. The long white starched tablecloth all the way down to the floor made it tricky to slide behind the table, and they giggled and fought with it a little, finally managing to make themselves comfortable before the distinguished maitre d' brought them their wine list.
With ornate descriptions, spiced with a dry English humor, he helped them pick a good bottle of crisp Sauvignon Blanc as aperitif and to go with their starters, followed by a silky smooth Burgundy to go with their main course.
While they waited for their drinks to arrive, they chatted comfortably about the day gone by and about a movie they would both like to see while they observed the other guests, mainly mixed couples like themselves, engaged in private conversation.
The maitre d' brought their chilled white wine. He showed Rick the label, uncorked the bottle, poured a small quantity of wine into his glass, and waited patiently for him to have a taste.
"Oh yes, that's very nice!" Rick nodded approvingly.
With great show of decorum, the solemn faced gentleman filled first Anna's glass, then his, before placing the bottle in a glass wine cooler on the table. With a flourish he handed them their menus.
"Your waiter will attend you very shortly" he added, and disappeared to greet some other newly arrived guests.
Anna and Rick talked and laughed and teased each other, banter flying back and forth as they read and discussed the menu, with a lot of innuendo and naughty suggestions as to what this dinner might lead up to.
His eyes often lingered on her round breasts, and her nipples grew achingly hard under his gaze, sending delightful ripples of pleasure down to her belly, liquefying her core. Then, suddenly, she felt his warm hand on her thigh.
"Rick?!" Anna looked at him sideways and gasped when his fingers slid up and down over the soft silky material of her stockings.
Her pussy twitched, and her belly contracted with pangs of lustful need. Rick seemed, to everyone else at least, completely engrossed in the list of delicacies in front of him, but his fingers belied that fact as they teasingly crawled up over her thighs very slowly under the table, and his fingertips touched her bare smooth flesh underneath the hem of her short dress just above her stockings.
"Baby, oh god!" Anna sighed.
Rick's thumb stroked the soft lace of her garters while his fingers tickled her sensitive inner thighs. He blinked his eyelids and Anna gasped, trying to keep a straight face when his fingers moved between her thighs, caressing her warm silky skin.
He looked somewhat surprised when she made no move at all to stop him and uttered not a syllable in protest; then his own breath caught in his throat when his fingers touched the warm moist crotch of her soft satin thong, stretched over her swollen lips. Rick stared into her sparkling eyes.
"Oh my...!"
Again his fingers brushed her lightly as if he couldn't believe how excited Anna was, and again he felt her warm wet femininity outlined through the sheer soaked satin, waiting for him.
For a second she wondered. Was Rick shocked by her blatant horniness? Delighted by her arousal? He smiled at her, totally undoing her as usual with the delightful way his face lit up, but before they could speak, their enthusiastic appointed waiter turned up to talk them through the specialties of the day. She desperately tried to concentrate on what he was saying.
"....with a sweet cranberry marmalade. The fish of the day is catfish, roasted with sesame seeds, garlic, basil and spinach, and our vegetarian special today is Tortilla Espanola with a spicy tomato and chili sauce. I will be back in just a minute to take your order" the waiter smiled, and turned to attend a waving guest.
Immediately, Ricks' fingers probed the alluring liquid depths of Anna's silky core again. Anna giggled breathlessly.
"Jeez Rick! You distract me too much! Have you heard anything that man said, at all?"
He laughed.
"Just pick one of their 'specials', I have a bit of a problem concentrating as well!"
