We walk arm in arm from the cab and under the arch into Chinatown. Your arms encircle mine, and you lay your head on my shoulder as we walk through the waning daylight.
"So where is this place?" I ask.
"Just a little bit further." You say turning and looking into my eyes.
"I love you," we say together.
Another block and we get to the restaurant, an old style Chinese place with two huge oak doors. The doors are carved with ornate dragons and pagodas. Opening the door exposes us to an exquisite world of deep red and bright gold tapestries and lamps.
The maitre'd shows us to our table. It's really more of a semi-circular booth with high backs and a small opening into the restaurant. Sitting in it is like sitting in our own private dining room.
The waiter quickly takes our drink order and disappears. I slip my arm around your waist and gently kiss your neck. My other hand massages your leg just above the knee.
"I love the feel of these nylons," I say.
You look at me and say, "I love the feel of your touch."
Our lips meet as my hand slips further up your thigh past the cool silkiness of the hose and onto the warm smoothness of your skin. Your breasts heave up and down under your velvet dress as your breathing quickens in response to my touch.
You break away from me, "slow down. Not all of us had our needs taken care of ten minutes ago. You're starting something we can't finish right now."
"Sorry," I say, as the waiter arrives with our mai tais.
We order our food and as soon as the waiter disappears I feel your foot caressing my leg.
"That's not going to keep me from wanting you, you know."
"I know," you say as your foot travels up landing squarely between my legs. You grin mischievously as you massage my semi-erect penis with your stockinged foot. I become harder as you rub harder.