I followed Kelly's ass as we climbed up the narrow wooden staircase that lead to the upper floors.
The restaurant had a tiny footprint, with a front room that barely held four tables and the small bar. The building itself was old, with walls of stone and ceilings of aged timber. Like most houses in the Old Town, it was narrow. But it went up, four stories, each floor decorated slightly differently. The second floor had more dining tables, the third was a lounge, and the fourth, where we were headed, an open-air patio.
My heart was thumping in my chest. As the adrenaline was wearing off, the reality of what was happening was settling in; I was on a god-damn date with a hot chick. A chick I had recently fucked. The tightness in my balls and the heaviness of my cock attested to that. A chick that I had started to really like. That made me nervous as hell. Thankfully we were on my territory, in a place I knew well.
The owner of this small restaurant was a friendly man in his late fifties, short and round and full of energy. He had welcomed us with open arms and we had exchanged a few pleasantries. He warmly welcomed Kelly and guided us towards a small table, white table cloth, candle and all, in a corner of the restaurant.
But I had had other ideas.
After a few stumbling words and lots of hand motions, I told the man of my plans. He smiled and waved us through.
"Do you know everyone here?" Kelly asked.
"I kinda bounced between here and the library. This guy is the owner and the host, and the bartender too. Really nice. But after you..." I gestured Kelly forward, towards the small wooden staircase climbing up to higher floors.
I followed Kelly up the narrow stairs, her ass at my eye level. I knew that ass, I had seen it naked. That thought thickened my cock to a semi-erection.
We made it to the fourth floor patio, and Kelly stopped.
"This is so awesome!" she exclaimed.
The small patio was half the size of the restaurant below, tiny, with barely enough room for a couple of tables. But the view was unbeatable. Above us, the darkening sky filling with stars. Before us, the Old Town was glowing in the orange glow of streetlights. An electric blue glow rose over the distant battlements where the new town brushed against the tall walls.
It was also empty. We had the place to ourselves.
I let myself fall onto the padded bench that was wedged against the back wall, fronted by a small low table. Kelly joined me, groaning with relief at the chance to sit, but a big smile was on her face.
"This place is beautiful," she said, taking in the sights.
"Yeah," I said, looking at her.
I leaned against the corner, letting the wall take my weight so that I could turn towards her.
She looked at me.
"I owe you big," she said, "thank you."
"I don't know what I did, but you're welcome."
"You weren't a jerk to me. You showed me around, showed me those secret places of yours. Cheered me up. Fucked me silly," she said, a small smile growing on her lip.
She placed her foot on the bench, resting her chin on her raised knee. Turned towards me as she was, that raised knee let me look straight up her skirt, to her bald and naked pussy. It was there, pale pink, nestled between her tanned thighs, still a little shiny with her sweat and juices, still a little raw and red from our recent fucking. She, of course, knew exactly what she was showing me. My cock grew full and hard, pressed against my shorts. My throat was tight with nervous tension. I had never been with anyone as forward as her.
A waiter appeared, a carafe of sangria in one hand, two glasses in the other. Kelly demurely dropped her foot to the ground, ending her show. The waiter left a small menu on the table and left, but not before giving me a thumbs up sign behind Kelly's back. I smiled and blushed.
Kelly grabbed the menu.
"My treat," she said.
Before long we had a table full of small dishes filled with tapas and appetizers. Another bottle of wine was brought out, a pale summer white, sweet and easy to drink. No label on the bottle, this was the local vintage.
Kelly and I devoured everything, drank everything, feeding each other little bits of this and that, laughing, talking, slowly getting drunk. I hadn't been this happy in a very long time. She would rest her hand on my thigh and leave it there as we talked. I ran my hand along her neck and back, my fingers brushing strands of blond hair away from her face.
There was a pause in the conversation. She looked at me. My finger traced the lobe of her ear. Kelly sank towards me, her eyes closing, her mouth looking for mine. We kissed, softly, slowly, our tongues gently slipping back and forth. Soon Kelly's breath grew heavier, her tongue hungrier in my mouth.
Her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts, slipping upwards, until her fingers brushed against the tip of my hardening cock. I moaned in her mouth. She teased me, stroking just the swollen head of my cock with her fingertips. She suddenly pulled her hand away.
"We better pay," she said.
I agreed.
