She looked around the restaurant. It wasn't packed but it wasn't empty either.
A nervous smiled played across her lips as she shifted her hips, searching for a more comfortable position as she sat in the vinyl leather booth waiting.
She watched as her server walked by. 'So young, so cute...nice butt.' She thought to herself, her inner voice trying to not sound too jealous. She was a little jealous but the girl really did have a nice butt. She started to feel a little sting of fright, she started to get a little scared.
She recalled the days past when her ass looked as good as this young waitresses, hell it looked better she smiled to herself. 'Are they even called waitresses anymore?' her mind wandered from thought to thought, until her thoughts began to stream doubts, insecurities and fears.
'I'm too old to be doing this, what in the hell was I thinking?' She began to berate herself. 'I'm a grown, mature, professional woman.' She began to lose her nerve, she started to get up to leave, to escape while she still had the chance, before he arrived.
"Hello." His voice interrupted her thoughts, interrupted her escape. He smiled at her as he slid into the booth beside her. She noticed that he still smiled with his eyes more than his mouth, she had always loved that about him. She had thought it was so sexy...back in high school, back when they were dating. But now, thirty years later, she found that it annoyed her. It annoyed her because, she still found it sexy. "Hi" She smiled as she scooted over.
"I was worried that you weren't going to show." He joked with her. She turned her eyes away from his for a moment. "I almost left." She confessed.
She felt his eyes dancing across her body as he spoke. "Well I'm glad you stayed. You looked amazing."
She wasn't sure if he actually meant the compliment, or if he just was being kind. She flashed him a nervous smile. "Thank you, you're not looking too bad yourself."
The two old friends, once lovers spent the next few moments engaged in small talk, catching up on the years that had passed between the two. They had been texting one another for years now, but they hadn't actually had the opportunity or the courage to meet up in person. Until today.
Her nervousness subsided as they eased into drinks and conversation, maybe she was just imagining it but she swore that she could still feel a connection with him, even after all the years that had passed. His flirtatious sense of humor, his charming wit, he had always known how to make her smile.
After they had finished their drinks and the conversation had lagged, she leaned into his side and stated as the young server strutted by their table. "She's got a great ass, doesn't she?"
His blue eyes glanced over at the slender twenty something girl as she sundered past, flashing him a quick wink. He smiled that crooked smile of his as he stated. "She's cute, but kinda young though, hell I've got socks older then her."
They shared a private laugh as the clueless girl refilled their drinks.
He looked at her, his eyes engulfed her. She could not only see, but also felt his desire for her, only her...he made her feel as though no one else existed in this place, except for her. His voice dropped lower, as his eyes continued to dance across her body.
"So, about our little conversation earlier...Its June 22nd." He flashed a devilish grin.
"Yes it is." She playfully remarked. She cast a glance upwards pretending to try to remember something that she may have forgotten. "National No Panties Day, if I'm not mistaken." She teased him.
"You are correct, that it is." He smiled back. "And the question was, are you participating today?" She winked at him. "Of course." Was all that she said. He leaned back a bit as if in deep thought. "Well miss, like I said earlier on the phone, I'm not one to just simply take one's word on such a subject. I'm going to need proof."
She giggled "Oh are you?" She felt him against her, as they sat out in public. "And tell me sir..." She continued to tease him "Just how do you want me to prove to you that I'm participating on this day?"
He rolled his eyes pretending to think real hard. "I don't know, perhaps a picture? They say it's worth a thousand words."
She laughed a little. "Is that what they say?" She asked. He nodded as he replied. "That's what I've heard anyway."
She paused for a moment, a brief moment then inhaled as she gathered her courage, before she chickened out, she looked across the restaurant at the other people around them, unaware of their little game. She gently took his hand into hers and guided it under the table. She parted her thighs as she led his hand under the hem of her dress and between her legs. His fingers began to caress her velvet mound. An electric shock surged through her body when she felt his fingers part her now swollen lips. She whispered "They also say actions speak louder than words."
He slowly, tenderly started making a tiny circle motion with his forefinger, tracing, trailing, teasing her moist outer folds. He could feel her heat building as he continued to probe and explore where he'd been before, but yet so long ago.
