Beata squeezed Josh's hand tightly as they hurried along the tiled hallway. Her heels clicked in a quick staccato, a counterpoint to the duller pad of his boots. They were both sure that their heavy breaths and furtive glances were making them conspicuous as they rushed through the largely empty room. The hallway opened into a spacious lobby, where gentle music and laughing voices drifted from the open doors of the adjoining restaurant. Beata snuck glances into the restaurant, sure that there would be dozens of accusing eyes staring back, but the patrons and staff were all engaged in their own conversations or duties. Their attentive waiter from earlier in the evening was resetting the table where they had dined that evening. Beata felt a spotlight on them, but the audience didn't care.
Josh pushed the heavy outer glass door open and cool evening air rushed over their skin. Goosebumps from chill and from nervousness intermingled. Beata slid her hand up and pulled closer, tucking her arm inside of his, feeling his warmth. She was flushed, a casual observer may think she had a touch too much sun that day, or that she was warm. Beata thought that her red skin, contrasted against the navy and white of her dress, was proudly announcing that she had just been well fucked. That thought made her even redder as they made their way out of the hotel and down the street.
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Beata and Josh had snuggled together in the cozy booth, they chatted and worked through a carefully selected course of small plates of food accompanied by perfectly paired wines. While the flavors may have been artfully balanced, Beata found that the alcohol soon overpowered the food and coursed through her body. Discussion moved from flirty, to suggestive, and was starting to teeter at the edge of being overtly sexual.
Josh had seemed to be handling the drinks better, but his inhibitions were still lowered. His hands wandered, sliding underneath Beata's dress and onto her thigh. Navy with white polka dots, the hem fell just above the knee when she stood. The halter top neckline with with buttons up the front gave the dress a vintage feel and put her cleavage nicely on display.
Beata liked to wear this dress with Josh, smirking as he fought to maintain eye contact. Her painted red lips and pearl necklace added to the retro feel of her outfit and drew additional attention to the expanse of exposed skin. She was pretty much guaranteed a good fuck when she wore this dress out, especially if she teased a little. She was looking forward to getting home later that night, but now they had plenty of time to enjoy and to tease, building up to the big finish, so to speak.
Beneath the dress, fishnet stockings added a more modern touch. Josh traced along the elasticized band at the top, their lower bodies hidden in the cozy booth. Beata squirmed under the gentle touch and reached out for another forkful, revelling in the sumptuous food and the attention to her skin.
Josh had worn a white button up shirt, the top two unfastened buttons gave a peak to his chest. His dark blue jeans and leather boots completed the look that Beata liked and thought was a nice complement to her own outfit in both style and color palette. As they continued to eat, drink, and be merry, the beverages caught up with Beata and she needed to make a trip to the washroom.
"Don't forget about me when I'm gone," Beata teased Josh as she slid from the booth.
"Give me something to remember you by?" he questioned, eyebrow cocked.
Beata leaned back into the booth, making sure her dress didn't reveal too much from behind, but giving Josh a good look at her deep cleavage from the front. She gave him a playful look and planted a sensual kiss. She playfully slid her hand down his chest and squeezed at his groin, before abruptly breaking contact, grabbing her clutch on the other side of his body, and heading off between the booths and tables. She felt good and grinned as she walked, warmed by the kiss and the wine.
The restaurant had two individual washrooms and Beata found a small queue when she arrived. She fidgeted, feeling like she left her trip a little longer than she should have. Rocking slightly from foot to foot, she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder.
"There is a restroom across the lobby," a server informed her, "just head out that side door and you'll see the sign above a hallway. It's really nice too!" Beata smiled and thanked the woman, heading quickly in the direction she was pointed. Her heels clicked towards the hallway and she easily found the restrooms, pushing the door open and rushing inside.
After finishing her business, Beata took in the cozy washroom. It was nicely lit with dark counters beneath a large mirror. The toilet was hidden away behind wooden doors and walls were papered with a soft looking design. 'Not bad for a public washroom!' she thought as she rummaged in her clutch, searching for her lipstick. She noticed the little flashing light on her phone.
"Where are you? I miss you already!" flashed from the screen. Beata rolled her eyes and smiled at the watery eyed emoji. Leaning over the counter, she carefully applied a few touches of makeup and stepped back for a look. She fiddled with the white belt and tucked a few strands of hair back into place. Beata thought of Josh, sitting in the booth and smiled as she recalled his gaze falling to her chest in the middle of a sentence, his tongue becoming tied. She adjusted the neckline of the dress, squeezing her breasts together and exposing more skin.
Beata reached for her phone and snapped a shot of herself in the mirror. She pulled at the neckline a bit, putting herself on display. Snap. Send. Nothing too crazy, but a bit racy, something to help ramp things up later that evening. Her phone dinged almost immediately. A smiley emoji.
"I like it! More!!"
She grinned, dropped the straps from her shoulder, and snapped another photo. Snap. Send.
"Take the dress all the way off!" with several prayer hand emojis.
She laughed at the thought of her struggling out of the vintage dress in the washroom. Not all the way, but she could... Feeling daring, she unfastened a few buttons and pulled the neck of the dress down enough to flash the black satin of her bra. Her breasts more visible, but still covered. Snap. Send.
"I want to come find you and get those titties out!"
"What the hell," Beata murmured, a nipple would probably get Josh even more riled up when they got home. She reached into the front of her dress and pulled out her left breast, cupping and presenting it to the mirror. She even pinched the nipple as she took the picture. Snap. Send.
"Wait there." Beata typed, "I have a surprise." Send. She tucked the phone back into her purse and rearranged her clothing. She pictured Josh squirming on the cushioned booth bench, struggling to hide the tent in his pants.
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When Beata made it back to the table, she slipped back into the booth and was pulled into a sensuous kiss by Josh. She returned it, but quickly moved to snuggle in next to him again.
"Well, I certainly didn't forget about you while you were gone!" he exclaimed. "Thanks for the 'post cards' from your long voyage!" He chuckled at his own joke.
"Wait, are you okay?" he asked when he realized she wasn't making eye contact with him and had shakily gulped a full glass of wine.
"Um..." Beata started as Josh took the trembling hands that toyed with the hem of her dress. "I..."
"What happened?" He asked, suddenly nervous.
Beata's mouth opened and closed a couple of times before she said "here." She slid her hand out of Josh's grip and pulled the hem of her dress back slightly to retrieve a bunched up bit of black fabric that was tucked in the top of her stocking. She looked briefly at him, before tucking it into his hand and reaching for his wine glass which was quickly drained.
Josh started to bring the gift over the table, into the light. "Don't!" she squealed. "Hide it! Your pocket! Now!" He was confused, but tucked the bit of fabric away as their waiter approached the table with a warm smile. Beata squeezed her eyes tightly closed.
"More wine?" the waiter asked, collecting a few of the empty plates and noticing the two drained glasses in front of Beata. Josh turned to her, touching her arm, his questioning look was unnoticed, her eyes still tightly shut, but she nodded, and he took over, ordering more wine on the waiter's recommendation. Beata sat quietly, head almost bowed as he discussed the next selection of wine. When the waiter was finally on his way, Josh had his hand on his pocket in a flash. Beneath the table, his body turned toward Beata, hiding the secret from the world, he gently unfolded a pair of her lace underwear.
Beata squeaked. Josh chuckled at the noise and the garment that was now spread over the thigh of his jeans. He had been quite excited to receive the pictures while she was gone and his mind had raced when he realized the photos weren't taken in the restaurant restroom. Now, he snuggled into her and did his best to calm her trembling body. They liked to tease and play, but this was a new one and she was obviously agitated.
The waiter returned with a bottle of wine and went through the production of presenting, opening, sniffing, pouring, offering. Josh smiled and nodded through the process, but his focus was on the nervous energy coming from Beata. She was squeezing his hand with a slow rhythm that he soon realized was being matched by, or possibly matched to, her shifting thighs. Almost imperceptibly, she was clenching her legs together and squirming in the seat. He knew the motions, but in this setting it was unusual. After the waiter left, he decided on a direct route, a low voice asking questions with yes/no answers.
"Are you okay?" Nod.
"Do you like the wine?" Nod.
"Are you drunk?" Shake. Nod. Shrug.
"Are these your undies?" Slight nod.
"That you wore tonight?" Nod.
"Is your pussy bare?" Pause. Nod.
"Is it wet?" Blush. Nod.
"Did you touch it in the bathroom?" Nothing.
