Saturday was our date night and since we'd both had a long week it was a much-needed change of pace from the previous five days. Although we had our favorite restaurants we did try to find something new every couple of weeks. Tonight was one of those nights when the menu had looked good online and we had decided to give it a shot. Besides, the chef/owner had just opened his 4th restaurant, this one in Vegas and because of the reviews it made sense that he would leave a protΓ©gΓ© that also could work magic in the kitchen.
It was a short drive to the restaurant and we were not disappointed from the minute we walked in the door. The ambience was sensual, not just the appearance but the aromas wafting from the open view of the prep area and the jazz playing at just the right volume in the background. It didn't hurt either that host's first glance was at my wife who had decided to show quite a bit of cleavage tonight and was wearing heels that had her standing at almost 6 feet tall. His eye level was about the height of her nipples and he did well to glance for only a second or two before meeting our eyes with his.
We knew we were early and let him know that we would wait at the bar and have a drink in the meantime. As we made our way through the dining area I was reminded why I enjoy walking behind her. I love the way that heels make her sway as she walks and I get to see the other men checking her out as she walks by. I am a lucky man indeed because she did look hot tonight.
When I pulled out her seat at the bar I told her that the host certainly enjoyed the view tonight and before she could reply the bartender, a dark haired, slightly punk rocker looking woman said that he did that to all the women that walked in and that she also appreciated the view. My wife just smiled, held out her hand, and introduced us this charming young lady.
The drinks when they came were strong and the two of them chatted while I looked at the menu. D is not normally a flirt with other women but I guess tonight she just felt like stretching the boundaries a little. I was more sure when she asked for a second cocktail and I wasn't half done with mine. She asked if I had seen anything interesting on the menu and I told her there were a number of selections I thought she'd like tonight. At that same moment our bartender brought back her cocktail and I couldn't resist telling both of them that we could skip dinner and just go for desert. She laughed softly and told me that she thought my wife had other plans for the evening.
D just smiled, sipped her cocktail, and then reached for the menu. I made small talk with the bartender and discovered quickly why she and D had hit it off and made a mental note to be sure we let her know the next time we would be at the restaurant.
From appetizers to desert the dining was fabulous and as I sat back enjoying the last of the cognac in my glass I again had to smile because of who I was with tonight. For a girl that had never traveled much further than the mid-south she had certainly adapted well to a different lifestyle. She was certainly a lot more adventurous outside of the bedroom than when I had first met her and had encouraged her to show off a little more. She certainly was tonight since the slit in her skirt was showing leg up to the top of her thigh highs and I wasn't the only one appreciating the view. All of the wait staff had as they served us and it was impossible not to notice their glances at her.
I asked if she was done teasing for the night and she extended her hand to me, let me help her up from the table and said only till we get home. Between the alcohol, her natural appetite for sex and the events of the evening so far, I knew that I would have my hands full when we got there.
We listened to something quiet on the drive back and because she had reclined the seat a little I had a great view of her legs when she lifted one to rest her foot on the dash and her skirt slid open. She had done the same thing one night in Memphis as we drove back from a club and she looked just as sexy tonight.
Our cat, BW, was at the door as we walked in and was immediately rubbing up against her legs and I think even he could probably feel the aura she was giving off. She went into the bedroom and I took the time to light a few candles, opened a bottle wine, got a couple of glasses and sat back on the couch to check the late scores from the games today. She would be out from the bedroom in a few minutes and I was interested to see what she decided to change into.
I love lingerie but there is something to be said for a sleeveless t-shirt that is a size too big for the body it's on. In her case it showed practically all of her breasts and was just long enough that when she sat down at the other end of the couch it covered only half of her ass. I was still half paying attention to the scores flashing on the TV when I poured and then handed a glass of wine to her or I would have noticed that she hadn't come out here alone. I heard it a few seconds later.