A holiday is meant to be restful so Jean suggested they should take time to do the things other people do. Saturday and Sunday afternoon were spent visiting historic sites and enjoying the local amenities. The Asian boy may be keener to see them again if he was made to wait, Jean reasoned. Either that, she said to herself, or after having had chance to reflect would have gone off the idea altogether. It didn’t matter which but there was a certain interest and it would be quite disappointing not to get the chance to visit the restaurant.
“What shall we do for dinner tonight George?” Jean asked her husband.
“Depends on the level of your appetite I suppose,” answered the man.
“We could eat in the hotel – or see what the Indian restaurant has to offer.”
“It would be rude not to accept the hospitality. Maybe Sanjeev’s uncles are already looking forward to meeting us. It would be interesting to see what they are like – they don’t get the chance to socialise with anyone at all. Maybe it could be quite exciting for them to talk to English people like us, be in the presence of an English woman.”
“We would have to eat late,” George reflected, “He said we should go late then we could meet his uncles when the place closed. If you’re fully refreshed and not too tired for a late night then we will go. Maybe we should check first.”
“I’ll do it now,” said Jean.
The telephone call was short and formal.
“Hello Sanjeev, you know who this is. I was just checking if you still wished us to visit your restaurant. We thought of coming late this evening if you are not booked up. I understand if you have had second thoughts and prefer it if we didn’t come.”
There was a delay before the other party spoke.
“I have been thinking about it a lot,” he began, searching for the correct words. “Yes, I would like you to come. This evening is good – not very busy later and we close early Sunday’s.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Jean replied, “We will see you later then.”
With a smile on her face Jean went back to tell her husband they would be dining out.
“We should take a nap, rest awhile,” he suggested, “Recharge our batteries.”
They did, but as they lay dozing thoughts caused them to want to seek relief from lewd thoughts and for a few minutes they took the time to quench each others thirst for lust by fucking frantically on the bed before drifting off into a deep sleep.
As they were going to eat late time was on their side and in a most leisurely fashion they dressed. Not too formally because this was one of those places where good food eaten in a relaxed atmosphere is the order of the day. George watched his wife slide the silky stockings up her thighs and secure them by the now outmoded clips of a traditional suspender belt. Somehow to men of George’s generation pantyhose and hold up stockings aren’t quite the same.
Jean’s top was a blouse that was probably on the verge of being a little too tight but emphasised her well-rounded bust and cleavage admirably. Perhaps also just a little too see-through to be worn with a bra that was designed to be worn with a tight tee shirt without showing seams or ridges. Her nipples and dark red a, in the right light could clearly be seen through the transparent garments.
Her choice of skirt caused George to catch his breath and feel his cock twitch. Plain and black with just a little slit at the left thigh, a skirt like many others but on Jean it defined the effect of the overall image. Its length was just about acceptable to walk the streets with though she wouldn’t have chosen it to visit the shops back in her own leafy suburban avenue. She seemed to favour clothing that was a little too tight tonight and like the blouse it showed off her still trim but shapely figure. It was when she sat down that a problem might present itself as it would be impossible to cover her stocking tops. In fact, as she walked the darker tops and even sometimes the bare skin of her white thighs attracted the eye. George felt it was a bit too blatant and daring because it would draw the attention of everyone in sight, something that could spoil things somewhat, given the situation. Now if they were walking in a park or parading in other public places he would have felt different. How he loved his wife to display her attributes and see the faces of passing males. But everything had its place and sometimes a little discretion was in order. George was therefore happy when his wife donned a full length coat suitable for the winter weather.
“Wise,” remarked George, “Given the climate.”
He knew that when sat at the table most of her display would be hidden and it was not an establishment that meant a long walk from cloakroom to table. Off they went in the cab George had called and he smiled tolerantly when the driver constantly glanced in his mirror having noticed Jeans garb as she climbed into his vehicle.
At the restaurant Jean managed to take her seat without giving too much away. It was a pleasant place, busier than they had imagined which meant Sanjeev had little time to devote to his invited guests as he tended the needs of his other customers. He and another young man waited on tables and the couple assumed the older family members, the uncles must work in the kitchens.
Choosing a dish that was only moderately spicy Jean and George spent a pleasant evening. The place was lively and brisk bustling with a vibrant life of its own. People came and went, music played in the background and it was quite late before Sanjeev could speak to his friends properly.
“I’m sorry but this evening has proved to be much busier than expected. If you’re not bored and ready to leave I’ll be able to join you shortly and introduce you to my uncles.”
Accepting a drink Jean was happy to see there was no hang-ups or embarrassment from their earlier meeting. Soon the very last party of people were waved goodbye and Sanjeev and his fellow waiter visibly relaxed their shoulders and blew air noisily from their lungs. The other boy was an employee who had to carry on with his tasks but Sanjeev now used his rank to desist from work and sit with his friends.
In conversation the young man told them that beside him and his uncles they employed two permanent staff and in the kitchen was a chef. The small talk went on and Jean stretched her legs pushing her chair a little back. It enough for Sanjeev to notice the length of her skirt and from then on it caused him to falter as he became more and more distracted.
“I will go and get my uncles now and introduce you both!” he finally said.
