I sat on the couch waiting for her, all dressed up and ready to go. It was Friday night once again, and we were going to a restaurant in the city. Lost in my thoughts, I remembered the previous Friday night and what a night that had been. We discussed the events over and over at the dinner table and fantasized about them in bed while we fucked. We both admitted that we loved what had happened, and the thought of what could have happened excited us. We were ready for more. I heard her heels click-clacking on the parquet as she entered the room.
"I am ready, Babe," she said, pirouetting in front of me.
I looked at her, the new black strappy high-heel sandals on her feet, her contrasting red toenails, and the beige seamed stockings on her legs. I only assumed they were stockings. I could not really tell but remembering how she'd felt about them the previous Friday night, I was pretty sure they were, and I really hoped so. Then I looked at her flowing summer dress that came down to mid-thigh and was buttoned up at the front. My eyes followed the buttons to her cleavage and onto her beautiful smile.
"You are so gorgeous, Baby," I said, getting off the couch.
"Thank you, Babe."
"Let's go, sexy. Dinner is waiting for us," I said.
Taking her arm, I was surprised at how tall she was. Those sandals had some serious height to them. I kissed her softly on her warm ruby lips, and we walked out of the house together. It was hard to keep my eyes on the road as she sat next to me, my eyes kept wandering to her thighs. I wanted to touch them and ran my hands over them. She did notice and kept reminding me to keep my focus on the road as she had always done but did not stop me from resting my hand on her leg. As we approached the city, she asked me if we could go to the same restaurant we had been to the week before. I looked at her questioningly and said: "Yeh, sure."
We headed for the same car park just like I had done the previous Friday night. As I drove into the garage, I noticed the same parking bay was empty, and a smile crossed my face remembering what had taken place there. I parked the car, and just like the other night, I walked around the front of it and opened the door for her.
She looked at me then put one heel on the pavement opening her legs wide enough for me to see her stocking tops and clips on her suspenders, but this time not wide enough to see her pussy. So, that was confirmed, and I thought: "She was wearing stockings, but did she wear panties?" I did not know. She took my hand and stepped out of the car.
"Do you like what you've seen?" she asked.
"Mmmhhhmmmm," I replied, and we started to walk towards the exit.
In the restaurant, we followed the waitress to the back of the room, where there were only two rows of tables when I noticed the guys, for whom we had put a show on the week before, were sitting near the window at the very last table. The waitress stopped at the table across from theirs and pulled a chair out for her. The small table was next to the wall, and she was seated facing the back of the room, and I, the front. I looked at her as I sat down when the waitress asked if we wanted something to drink.
"Yes, a bottle of Chardonnay, please," she said.
"Are you okay to sit here?" I asked her when the waitress had gone.
"It's perfect."
"You want to tease them, don't you?"
"Do you mind having a little fun?"
"No, never!"
I glanced in the direction of the guys. They seemed to be in deep conversation, seemingly not taking note of us. I looked at her and saw the anticipation in her eyes. I reached for her hand to kiss the back of it. She was glowing with excitement. She was gorgeous.
"You look excited, Baby," I said.
"I am, Babe. I cannot help it. The idea of teasing those guys gets me hot."
"And the thought of you teasing them, us gets me hard."
"I love that I can be a slut for you."
"Me, too, Baby."
It did not take long before the waitress brought our bottle of wine and filled up two glasses.
"I hope you'll have a lovely evening. Just call me when you are ready to order," she said then sashayed away.
As we drank and chatted, she turned in her chair and crossed her legs, her painted red toes pointing towards the guys. I could see from the corner of my eyes that she had piqued their interest, and they were looking at her. This made me excited, and my heart raced.
"That move got them interested," I said.
She glanced towards them and smiled while wiggling her red toes. We turned our attention to the menu, and when the waitress returned again, we ordered dinner. Once the waitress was gone, we continued with our conversation while sipping on the wine when she told me she had to go to the girls' room. She slowly uncrossed her legs making sure they looked at her then stood up, kissed my lips and walked towards the back where the restroom was.
I followed her with my eyes turning around in my chair, and I saw she put a little wiggle in her steps or was it because of her heels? Her legs looked splendid in those strappy sandals, and I did not know she could even walk in heels like that. I noticed the guys were looking at her, too, then one of them stood up and followed her.
I felt the blood rush into my cock, and I was thinking about what was wrong with me when the excitement overwhelmed my emotions. My heart was racing in my chest, and fantasies ran through my head until she returned to our table.
