We meet outside the restaurant and I kiss you on the cheek. Your body feels good against me and your scent fills my nostrils and drives me crazy already.
Your dress clings in all the best places, gripping your breasts and cupping your buttocks like I want to. What is it satin, silk? I don't know, who cares! It's a gorgeous powder blue, long enough to be decent but short enough to be interesting. It has a strap top that reveals your shoulders and the cleft of your breasts. By the look of things you can't be wearing a bra. Boy, am I a lucky man tonight!
All thoughts of eating a meal have gone and I want to ravish you right there and then no matter that we're stood in front of a plate glass window and people are already starting to stare at us. Well at you mainly because you are stunning. I shake my head to dispel the thoughts that are coursing through my brain.
One last piece of mischief though before we have to behave ourselves, "I'm not wearing boxers tonight!", I whisper in your ear. Your eyebrow arches,
"What then?" you reply, searching my face for a clue,
"Guess?", trying not to give the game away too quickly, but I can't help the look of devilment in my eyes as they lock on yours,
"Oh, you're not naked under there are you?" I don't need to reply because I'm still pressed against you and twitch against your thigh to give you your answer. "O My God, you are sooo naughty!"
We laugh and hold each other close as we go through the door. I don't know whether they have watched us and can guess what is on our minds but we're shown to a booth to one side. Far enough back not to be busy but not so far that the staff will be going past all the time with orders. I wait till you're seated on the leather-clad alcove, you grimace slightly as it grips the skin of your thighs as you move closer to the wall. I take an illicit look down the top of your dress as you jiggle along. Although it's obvious that the chilly air outside and our meeting have stiffened them as they dent the fabric of your dress.
The waiter gives us a menu each and asks if we want a drink, "Bottle of dry white please, oh and we're in no hurry to order" I tell him,
You look at me quizzically, "What if I'm hungry?" you say,
"Sorry, but I wanted to be left alone with you for a bit, because I don't see you very often. Selfish huh?" You just smile and look down at your menu. I carry on looking at you. I can't believe I'm sat with such an absolutely fabulous woman.
"Want do you want to eat?" you ask, innocently
"You", I reply without hesitation and slip my shoe off to rub the inside of your calf.
"Easy tiger, wait till we get back home!" And you look back at the menu. I move my foot up the inside of your leg and press against you,
"Don't be so naughty! We can't do anything here!" Your voice says but your eyes don't want to believe your own words. I circle my foot against the lace of your thong, pushing your pubic mound with my big toe and defining your crease. "Stop it! Someone will see!" Again, your eyes and your mouth are disagreeing with each other.
"Who? There's no-one watching. We're against the wall with a table and cloth between us and the rest of the restaurant." I'm enjoying myself now and your eyes are starting to lose their focus. "Give me your foot, please." It's my turn to plead now.
"Alright" and you slip out of your shoe and put your foot in my hands. Conversationally, I ask you if you've seen anything on the menu that you fancy as I put the sole of your naked foot inside my open fly against my swollen shaft. The look on your face as you touch the rigid flesh almost makes me climax there and then, and you start to jerk your foot away but I haven't let go and hold you in place.
"Well?" I ask,
"Well what?" you stammer.
"What do you want to eat? Have you seen what you want in the menu?" I'm enjoying the confusion on your face as you try to sort out two things at the same time.
"Er, I don't know, you order for me" My foot is really pressing hard against you now and I can feel the lace get wetter under my toes and I'm moving your foot up and down my length. You move closer and look down, "Can you stop please, it's really difficult to concentrate and if you carry on like this one or both of is going to get really uncomfortable and possibly draw too much attention"
"OK. I'm just trying to let you know how arousing I find you and how you make me feel. I didn't want you to think that I don't appreciate the way that you look and the effect that it has. I'm having the Soup to start with followed by Sea Bream. What do you want? Again!"
"O, I'll have the Salmon then Seafood pasta. It's really difficult to concentrate! You're very naughty you know"
The wine arrives and all looks normal above the table. We've both left our feet where they are resting against the other and we take down large mouthfuls of the wine as if it will cool us down.
We continue to talk though the starter and exchange mouthfuls of each with other. The soup is Asparagus and the bread with it is still warm. The Salmon is served with a small salad with dressing and deep fried cubes of soft cheese. All of it is excellent. After the waitress takes our empty plates away, I realise my napkin has fallen on the floor.
As I reach down to get it, I can see the flesh of your thighs and the moistness where my foot has rested. I'm still feeling naughty, so I run my hand along your thigh and push my thumb under the fabric and stroke the length of your swollen lips, feeling them moisten under my touch. At first, your legs clamp shut, then relax as I carry on but you hold my wrist.
