"You look beautiful tonight." I clinked her wine glass.
"Oh, you really do love me."
"I do Terry. I really do."
"I love you too Stephen," she said, clinking back.
Theresa and I were out for our every once in a while fancy restaurant night. You know, where you each take a little more care to dress nicely for each other to make sure you both know you care a bit more than you usually show.
"Do you love me enough to tell me which panties you're wearing?"
She looked down at the table. "Steve, shhhh, you're embarrassing me again. Why do you that?" This restaurant was quieter than most in New York, but there was still enough of a hubbub that no one was going to hear our conversation. "I don't want everyone listening to us."
"Come on, there's almost no one here. We're at the early oldster sitting. Which ones?"
"Oh okay. The red ones. The red Granny pants." She was even turning a light shade of red herself.
"The ones with all the lace? The super sexy red ones?"
She nodded.
"For me? You wore them for me tonight? Am I going to get lucky later?"
She nodded again.
"What? Tell me."
"You know I can't do this in public. Wait until we get home, then I'll tell you."
"Well Terry, *you* might not get lucky when we get home if I can't hear a little more from you."
She let out a rush of air. "Yes Steve," she lowered to almost a whisper. "You're going to get lucky tonight." I could barely hear her voice. "I'm going to fuck your brains out." A pause. "Is that what you want from me?"
"The fucking or the telling? Both!" I smiled, and she smiled back. "Maybe you could give me those panties now so I can tell how lucky I'll be?" I said with a hint of hopefulness.
"No sir Mister, no way." She sounded pretty resolute. And yet, I could her shifting around in her seat.
This is probably a good time to tell you about Terry and me. We've been married for 24 years, living in Manhattan with two boys who are off at college. Our sex life has been pretty damned good, if interrupted raising a couple of kids, and we were on the way to rediscovering it. I'd always been the more adventurous, but Terry would come along for the ride, if a bit reluctantly. But she'd usually get there with a tiny push. At least, when we were alone in the bedroom. Even out in the kitchen things could get a little awkward for her with some harmless sexy talk. It was all right with me, we had a great time together.
Nonetheless, it was time for a little shove.
"I want your panties. Now."
Terry shook her head.
"You know it turns me on. And that it'll turn you on too."
Her shifting was becoming a little agitated. Good.
"Of course, I'd rather see your bottom hugged in by those giant see through reds. But, if I can't see that I could think about it when you hand them over."
"Stop please!" she pleaded in a hoarse undertone. "I'll say whatever you want at home. Not here!"
I just stared at her with a happy smile. Nudge nudge.
"What? What! You really want this?" She started to get up from her chair looking slightly disgusted and somewhat defeated.
"No. Sit down." Terry was confused. "Here. Take them off here."
Her jaw dropped. "Now? Here? No. It's too hard, everyone will see." Her head was shaking. "I told you, they're grannys, big. It would take an hour to get them down."
"I'm a patient man for the woman I love. And her bloomers," I said with a genuine beam in my eyes.
"I can't believe you're asking me to do this," was mumbling as her hips were rocking back and forth. " And that I'm actually doing it!" She stopped for a second. "God," she exhaled, "I...My...I'm already soaked. You creep!" She was smiling, by the way.
It was clear that she'd gotten hem down past her ankles and over her heels as she was handing them off to me under the table.
"Theresa!" I shook my head. "I want to see them."
"I can't... Not here... Oh..." She'd bunched up the red lace and pushed it across the table.
I opened them up in front of me before I grabbed them up and inhaled hem across my face.
"I can't wait to get my mouth down there. Can you?" I said as she blushed profoundly.
"You didn't do that did you Stephen? They're so big, I have such a fat ass!" She was almost crying. "Do you like my big bum that much?"
"Oh baby, you know I do. I love those big cheeks, every twitch in them." I really did. "In fact, maybe you could get up and show it to me when you walk away to the ladies. And take off your bra for me too and bring it back. Is it red too?"
"Really? Your kidding, right? With this blouse?" Her whisper was hoarse again.
"That's why you'll look so good." I sweet talked.
"I... but... people will look..."
"And people will only see a gorgeous woman that turns their heads."
"Are you sure? I mean, I want you to be turned on and happy with me."
"I'm already turned on. I want *you* to be turned on."
She twinkled slightly and murmured, "You know you can make me horny with just your leer, but we're in the middle of so many people." That was an exaggeration, but we certainly were in a public place. "Everything will show. My nipples are so hard they'll stick out a mile and everyone will see..." She trailed off as she started to get up. "All right Stephen. All right." But I could see she was smiling again. She was enjoying the shove, just a little.
The waiters were just delivering our meals when Terry was walking back with her right hand trying, and failing, to contain all the material from clutching her bra. But my eyes were glued to the 70s TV style jiggle of her breasts. She was right about that, her nipples did indeed stick out a mile. She quickly sat down as the waiters were departing.
"Here!" she said as she thrust her hand across the table and deposited the goods. "God, the material keeps rubbing, I feel like I could come right away." She went pink. "Don't do that!"
I'd spread her bra out with the D-cups pointing upwards like the mountain range they were.
"Put that away right now." I did. "I am mortified! Why do you like doing this to me? It doesn't really arouse me as much as you think it does."
"Oh really? You know, when you were walking towards the ladies, I was fixated on the wet spot on the back of your dress."
"What?! I had a spot?! Do you think anyone else noticed?!" Now the pink turned almost dark red. "I don't understand how you do this to me."
I don't care what she says, without fail afterwards she tells me she loves every minute of the game.
"Can we eat? Please."
It was delicious, as usual. But I think, maybe more so because of the sexual tension that had built up. Terry was quiet, but not in any kind of bad way. Just subdued, like she was thinking about something, maybe what we were going to do later. At least, a man could dream.
After we ordered dessert and coffee she looked over at me.
"I feel like I'm naked and all the people are staring at my tits."
Whenever she used the word "tits" I knew foreplay had started.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know, it's just that everytime I move I can feel my knobs tickle my..." she quieted a litte. "It tingles in my kitty." Quieter still. "I feel my pussy leak a little more. I'm scared if I get up there'll be a puddle." She exhaled.
"You like the sensations, right?" I said in just as low a voice. "You can take it, can't you?"
"Yes can take it! I just want you to take me! But we can't until we leave. Do we have to have have dessert? I really need you to plow me."
