Linda and I had gone to our favorite little restaurant that looked out over the water. It had a great bar, and the view made it the perfect place to drink margaritas on a summer afternoon. We were just starting on our second pitcher when I commented to her, "You know that all these other horny guys here wish they were with you, don't you?"
She looked around a minute, then smiled at me, replying, "well, maybe...but there's only one person I want to be with."
She moved her chair a little closer to mine, then kissed me on the cheek. As she did, I felt her hand on my leg, and she moved it higher until it was only a few inches from my crotch. She squeezed my thigh, causing a stirring between my legs, and then moved it to the table to pick up her drink.
As she took a sip, I grinned at her and said, "Well, if drinking margaritas makes you want to play like that, then we better have another one."
I poured more of the liquid into our glasses, and as I took a sip, I dropped my hand onto her leg. I looked out toward the water as I slowly began to move my hand up her leg, and it was soon just underneath the bottom of her short skirt. I loved it when she wore skirts, since it gave me much better access to her.
She whispered to me, "And what do you think you're doing?"
I didn't reply - just smiled as I continued looking out over the water. My hand kept inching its way upward until my fingertips were almost to her thong. Linda moved her legs a bit wider, inviting me to continue. I needed no further encouragement, and my fingers were quickly running over the front of the thin material. I could feel her heat as I caressed her, and then I finally looked into her eyes. They had begun to sparkle even more than usual, so I knew that she was enjoying it.
As my fingers continued caressing her, I looked her over. She looked so sexy, and since she had gotten more comfortable with herself, she had discovered that she enjoyed having others look at her. She had begun to dress a bit more to show, as evidenced by the short skirt and halter she was wearing today. I loved the fact that she was enjoying herself, and I definitely was, too. I knew she liked what I was doing between her legs, and I could see her hard nipples protruding against the thin fabric of her top. I decided that I would tease her a bit, so I removed my hand after a bit, and leaned back in my chair, sipping my drink.
She looked over at me and said, "Who told you that you could stop that? I was just starting to get a little hot and bothered."
She reached over into my lap and quickly was rubbing the bulge that had begun in my shorts. It wasn't long until I was becoming quite hard, and I had to move around in my seat to try to get myself adjusted. Linda just grinned at my increasing predicament, saying, "Are you having some sort of problem, dear?" I definitely was, and as her hand now grasped and stroked my erection through the material, I knew that she had me right where she wanted me. I glanced around, and I could tell that there were a few patrons that were watching, however indiscreetly, what Linda was doing. In looking at her, I could tell that she was having fun, and I wanted to have some fun myself.
I smiled and said, "I think we should finish our drinks and get out of here before I put you up against this table and have my way with you."
She laughed and removed her hand and said, "Promises, promises," and then proceeded to down the rest of her margarita in one gulp.
"Let's go," she said.
As she got up from her chair, she moved her legs apart more than usual, making sure that I got a good view of her pink thong. I finished my drink, and adjusted myself as best I could, and then stood. You could still tell that there was a bulge, but I didn't care at that point. Linda began walking toward the door, and I immediately followed her perfect swaying ass out into the parking lot.
