After the shower escapade, I waited for 20 minutes before Charlene made her appearance on the main floor. She had come downstairs wearing a tight leather skirt and gorgeous high collared tank top that hid her ample cleavage. I felt at that point that our relationship may have a chance of becoming successful again.
We exchanged chit chat in the car on our way to the restaurant, but nothing of substance, mainly pleasantries about being home. We arrived and had the car parked by the lot attendant.
Entering the restaurant, the maître d' guided to our table in the back corner of the restaurant. I couldn't help but notice how he checked her out top to bottom then semi scowled back at me. She did look gorgeous and sexy; me on the other hand was showing the ravages of age and a twenty-year military career. You could say I was rocking the "Dad Bod".
Charlene knew I would be nervous having my back to the rest of the restaurant and offered me the seat in the corner. Charlene looked over the table at me and smiled.
"So, what do you think of our arrangement?" Charlene said air quoting arrangement.
I hesitated, not sure of what to say honestly.
"Seems weird to me. Coming home to you all confident in your sexuality and Jenifer being a key to that confidence."
She smiled taking my hand.
"You'll grow to love the new me!" she said confidently. I suddenly sensed her stockinged foot against my leg.
"Jenifer and I plan on making you the happiest man in the city," she continued with her foot creeping up the inside of my leg finally resting on my suddenly growing crotch. I'm sure I was turning red.
"Hmm, seems that I can still get you excited with just a little touch. Don't blush honey, at least not yet," she noted with a slight sarcastic tone.
The waiter suddenly appeared to take our order. Charlene kept her foot on my cock, kneading every now and then.
As I began to place my order, she began to stroke my cock with her foot.
"I'llll have a stttteeak." I stuttered out, eliciting a little chuckle from Charlene.
"I'll have the lobster." Charlene said with confidence, slowly retracting her foot from atop my twitching cock.
"Enough excitement for now," she remarked, pulling her seat away from the table, "I need to use the little girls' room."
I watched as she sauntered away, her ass bobbing side to side with a newfound purpose in life. I adjusted myself and shifted in my seat. Thinking she would be long in the restroom; I was surprised to see her walking slowly towards me with a distinct smirk on her face and a change to her gait.
"Feel better babe?" I inquired as she began to lower herself into the chair. I noticed a strange expression her face and a bead of sweat form on her brow as her ass hit the seat. A quick pant came out of her as she moved to cross her legs, then a big smile.
"I have something for you honey," she said holding out her closed fist.
I reached out and put my hand under her fist and out came the smallest thong I had ever seen.
Realizing that she had gone to take her underwear off explained the short trip. It also turned me on and I felt the pressure increase in my pants.
"I have another surprise; you might get to see it later if you behave well," She remarked.
We continued the small talk until our food came. Every time she shifted or rocked in her seat, her breath quickened, and a look of bliss appeared on her face.
We finished our meal and ordered desert; at least I did. As the waiter turned and left, Charlene put her napkin on the table and began to slide down. I looked nervously around trying mentally to figure out what was happening.
"What are you doooo..." her hands began pulling my zipper down cut off my sentence.
Pulling my cock out of my pants she began to quickly devour the shaft with more fury than when she picked me up. My cock, which had gone limp since her foot rubbing, quickly hardened as she sucked with the vigour of a high-end vacuum.
