RestaurantMeetsNET Pt. 05: Maison Verdi
Arrival
Having acute hearing can be both a blessing and a curse.
The 'curse' part, for example, is when I am at work, which is in a restaurant. When we are busy, there is all the clatter and clash of cutlery on crockery, and crockery on crockery, and cutlery on cutlery. There is also the version of 'muzak' (which is relatively civilised here, as it has many speakers, so does not need to be loud). Then, of course, there is the chatter. This can be loud when the chatterers are part of a larger group, and are competing with their fellow diners for attention.
'Cacophony' is an understatement.
The 'blessing' can come in the same restaurant, but when it is not busy.
Like this evening.
The young man arrived first, stated that a table had been booked for two, and gave the booking name. This evening, his table was mine, so I seated the man, who seemed to be in his mid-to-late twenties, and offered him (and the other but still awaited guest), the menus. He accepted them, and sat, slightly 'fidgety', to ponder their contents.
During his period of waiting, he maintained a vigilant watch of the comings and goings through the entrance to the restaurant.
About ten minutes later, he was joined by an older woman. She was good looking, and very well presented; and was dressed in, I thought, fairly expensive, understated clothing, though nothing dowdy. At any rate, I recognised her strappy stilettoes as being Jimmy Choo's, as I also have a pair of that style.
I was surprised slightly by the kiss that they exchanged as he partially stood to greet her arrival at their table, because it was lip to lip with tongues, and hence warmer and longer than I would have expected from their greetings exchange of "Hello, Freddie!" and "Mum."
I attempted to seat her opposite him, but she moved to sit at his left side of the table, and once seated, she held his left hand in her right, as they lay atop the table.
As I said, it was quiet in the restaurant that evening, so as I moved away from the table, I heard him grouch to her in a low voice, "Jeez, Mum! You've pulled all the stops tonight! My favourite shoes; and that blouse is something else -- especially without a bra. Are you trying to kill me?"
And then he moved their hands below the table, but kept them hidden by the table-cloth, and continued in the near whisper, "Feel what you did to me, just by watching you walk across the restaurant!"
"Oh, Freddie! It feels so wonderful that you are so eager for me." she whispered back. And giggled. I looked at her as closely as I could, without making it obvious. She sounded like a twenty-year-old; she was flushed, and breathing heavily.
'Oh-oh!' I thought, 'naughty, naughty! I've got to keep an eye on
them
, to see what the real deal is.'
Once he passed her a menu, they fell-to and discussed the dishes, and their possible choices. During this they settled down and relaxed.
Dinner
During the wine tasting and ordering, and their starters; and on into their main course, the general atmosphere between them was open and convivial; so I paid them less attention.
However, partway through their main course, something changed. He whispered something to her, and she giggled. Then she took a decent forkful of her fish, placed some in her mouth, then offered the fork to his mouth -- to sample -- which he did.
Then she leaned forward, and licked some wayward sauce off his lips, but took her time.
He tweaked her right nipple through her blouse. She shuddered, and nibbled his lips.
His hand 'slunk' under the table to the area of her knee, and appeared to stroke.
Her
hand 'slunk' under the table, and appeared to stroke up and down his thigh.
He groaned, and in a half-choked whisper, he begged her to not to use her nails.
Her arm continued moving.
He pleaded with her to stop.
Her arm continued to move.
Then he stiffened, shuddered; groaned, and shuddered; whimpered, and shuddered; muttered -- squeakily -- "Oh, Mummm!", and shivered; then groaned and relaxed.
I went a bit dizzy as I squirted into my own knickers, and tried to breathe deeply and evenly, so as to not attract their, or anyone else's, attention.
"Are you feeling any better now, my Darling?" she purred -- sounding the very soul of consideration.
"Oh, Mum! Now I've got to sit with wet trousers for the rest of the meal."
"Why not pop to the Gent's, and clean up a little?"
"I can't stand up yet! The wet patch will be obvious!"
She giggled, and kissed his lips briefly, again, "Serves you right for wearing light coloured trousers for one of our dinners. You should know better by now!"
"Awww, Mummm!" he pouted (very attractively I thought), "Why do you tweat me tho?" he lisped, in poor imitation of Tom Brown, during his School Days.
"Oh, grow up little boy!"
And her right arm twitched, just the way it would -- if she had grasped hold of something.
He grunted and folded over the table, then her arm recommenced the backwards and forwards motion.
"Aww no, Mum. Not the fingernails again -- please?"
"Oh Freddy, my Darling. I thought you enjoyed Mummy's games."
"Oh, I do, I do -- 'Mummy'. But not in a busy restaurant."
But she ignored his plea. Right up to the time when it appeared that he orgasmed again.
Then I just about managed to hear her whisper, "That's it, for now my lover. I'm leaving you in peace, to recharge. I want you empty but Hot when I get you in my room tonight. So, eat-up. You have your strength to maintain for later."
All was then again relaxed and peaceful.
And I went off to change out of my now saturated knickers.
Payback
