Adam's proposal to his wife Julie came almost by accident as they were enjoying a beautiful California sunset in a San Jose restaurant. Neither of them expected anything like this to happen.
She had made reservations at their favorite Italian bistro in town, a place called Il Boccio. And she had made sure they were seated at the nicest table in the outside court. She wanted their celebration of his promotion to Vice President of Arrow Electronics to be perfect.
"Here's to your most recent success, Mr. V.P.," she said, raising her glass of wine. "Let it be a toast to our success, sweetheart. We're partners, you know. I would never have made it this far without you. You've stayed home and made a perfect mother for our kids and the ideal wife for me. You've made our family everything I'd ever hoped it would be. And you've never complained about all the business trips I've had to take out of town. How could I ask for anything more?"
They toasted each other and traded a romantic smile as the waiter delivered matched servings of linguini with clam sauce, crusty Italian bread and tossed salad with blue cheese dressing. Adam would never have remembered this, Julie thought, but this meal was exactly what they'd ordered when they came to this Il Boccio ten years ago, the day Michael began his career at Arrow.
Julie remembered romantic experiences, savored them. "Do you recall how we celebrated that night--the day Arrow hired you?"
He paused a second. "Oh, now I get it. That's why you suggested we order linguini with clam sauce. We came here that night didn't we? And that's what we had. Am I right?"
"Adam you amaze me. Yes, we did. I didn't think you'd ever remember that."
"That's not all I remember, Julie. Remember how we made love that night?"
"Yes, definitely. At home, outside on the patio. I thought the sounds we were making would wake up the Madison's next door." She laughed quietly, winking at him.
"I'll never forget how you turned me on during our dinner here."
"I figured you'd remember that. God, ten years ago. We were a little wilder in those days, weren't we, Adam?"
"You were wearing a really low cut blouse, kind of a see-through thing, I think. And that full black skirt. You had thigh-high black stockings on. And no panties."
"Down, big fella. I don't want you to get too excited. Eat your linguini. I have plans for dessert at home. It's something you've been asking for."
"Dessert can wait. Julie, just for the hell of it, would you do it again, just for old times sake? You know, do now what you did in here that night ten years ago?"
He refilled her glass with wine.
"You can't be serious, Adam. I mean that was ten years ago. We were a little bit more adventurous then, wouldn't you agree?"
"Please, baby. For me? Would you?"
"Well, I must say this table is perfectly situated for it. The wall is right behind us. But, we're sitting in the wrong chairs. You're not serious, are you?"
"Come on, please," he pleaded, "I'll go to the bathroom and while I'm gone you can just change places with me so you're facing me and I'm sitting with my back to the wall. No one will notice us. You can do it just the way you did before."
She hadn't expected this but she had no plans to disappoint Adam this night. "Well, this isn't exactly what I had in mind during dinner. But by coincidence, I have no bra and panties on tonight, just like that night."
"Julie, you are such an exciting woman. I want you to kiss me now."
She leaned over the table to him and their lips came together. His tongue slipped inside her mouth. She closed her lips around it for a a second. When they sat back down, she could see the excitement in Adam's eyes.
"Ok, Mr. V.P., isn't it time for you to go to the bathroom?"
"With pleasure," he said. As he rose from the table she noticed a bulge in his pants. As he walked around her, she caught his arm, "Oh, Adam. I forgot something. Here, let me whisper?"
He leaned down and she whispered in his ear, "That was a wonderful kiss, honey. But when you're in the bathroom, only touch it to relieve yourself, ok? I wouldn't want you to waste any of your seed in there. Ok?"
"It's all for you, baby, only for you."
When he came back to the table, she had taken his chair so that she now faced Adam and the wall behind him.
He sat down and smiled at her, enjoying the anticipation of what was about to happen.
She wrapped some linguini around her fork and put it in her mouth, lowering her eyelids at him as she enjoyed it. "If I remember right, the way we got into that before was you got me all excited talking sort of nasty to me, but without any really gross words."
"I was telling you how much I love your breasts. That night you had this see through blouse on and I couldn't keep my eyes off your nipples. They're like little roses. They were so erect that night, so outstanding."
"And when you talk to me like that, I can feel them getting hard right now." This shirt top isn't see through but I'm going to try to unbutton most of it to give you a little better view. I think I can do it so nobody notices."
"Oh, baby. Do it."
"Eat some of your pasta while I do it, so we'll look like any other couple if anybody glances over this way."
He took a bite of bread and then forked some salad. She had her eyes locked onto his, smiling as she opened her crisp white top by two buttons.
The waiter approached their table almost without warning, saying, "Is everything all right here?" Julie's hand pulled her shirt closed almost Instantaneously but surreptitiously.
Adam answered, "Perhaps a bit more wine, another bottle of the same."
"Very good, sir." He left their table with a flourish.
