Saturday evening, March 21
I was nervous, scared to be honest. Dani was going out as Alan's woman, not mine. She was with him, not me. People would be jealous of Alan, not me, something I'd never experienced before. And Dani - wearing that gold dress, practically nothing. She knew that what she was wearing was sexy, but I doubt she realized just how fuckin' sexy. And then she'd be going home with Alan Ryder, to his bed, not mine. God!
I had no idea where we were going, maybe to Alan's restaurant? But that's not what was filling my mind. It was Dani, my Dani, in that dress... in public. How aroused I knew she already was, what it was going to be like, her being Alan's date, not my wife, watching them together.
He parked in a lot designated for the water taxi, obviously, not going to Alan's restaurant. Dani and I had seen it when we took that River Walk, what, six weeks ago? God, the changes in our lives in those six weeks!
Alan helped Dani out from the pickup, Dani doing her best to hold her legs together when her dress slid up. Alan held her hand, guiding her to a boat, a big yellow thing, full of people, 'Pirate Water Taxi', it was called. Alan held both her hands getting on the boat, telling her, "Steps, careful."
With her wide open 'eyes', it was easy to forget that Dani was totally blind. She couldn't see all the people staring as we walked between the row of seats, looking for a place for three to sit. It was Saturday evening, nearly April, beautiful, warm weather. The boat was full, probably a couple dozen people, virtually every eye we passed glued to my wife.
The combination of everything that evening; what Dani was wearing (and not wearing), having watched her earlier, the brownie, anticipating what was to come, etc., had me in a state of mind that I'd never been in before. Like Dani had told me about herself earlier, I was so fucking horny!
Dani did her best to hold her legs tight together and crossed, sitting on the boat, but the way her short dress pulled up when she sat left very little doubt as to what she was wearing underneath - above and below, and eyes, especially across the aisle from us were glued to her. Her hard nipples hadn't abated even a little bit. I couldn't even imagine what must have been going through her mind, unable to see a thing, just knowing.
It was already dark and if it hadn't been for the circumstances, I likely would have noticed how pretty everything was with the City lights reflecting off the water. In any other circumstance, I would have had my Fuji, taking dozens of pictures, but that night it didn't even cross my mind. Gee, wonder why?
We got off the boat at the third stop and began walking down the street. I let Alan and Dani walk ahead of me, Alan holding her hand, because, well - the view; Dani in that dress.
And it was fun watching other people as they passed us going one way or the other, men or women; their heads turning, eyes watching. Dani, of course, not able to see any of it, was oblivious. Or maybe not. She would have known, even if she couldn't see.
I did hear Alan say to her, "Lots of eyes turning your way, my beautiful lady."
The walk was crowded, too. Like I said a moment ago, it was early spring, a warm, beautiful evening, and people were out and about.
Alan stopped at a place called 'Jackson's Bistro Bar and Sushi', a beautiful building - semi-circular with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the bay. 'Elegant' is the word that comes to mind to describe it. There were several sets of tables and chairs set up outside in addition to the indoor dining. We didn't even go inside, a hostess met us outside and led us to an outdoor table already set up for three. It seemed as though Alan Ryder was pretty well known, even years after his retirement.
He helped Dani into her chair, then he and I sat around the small, round table, Alan on Dani's left, me on her right. I was aching to peek under, to see how the view presented itself under the table for people sitting or walking by.
Seeing Dani there with her 'wide-open eyes', looking so real, knowing they were fake, not seeing a thing was... strange, to say the least.
There was soft rock music wafting out from inside, with several couples up dancing to the music.
"I think you'll enjoy this," Alan told Dani, "seems to me that I remember you enjoying oysters."
She does, we've had it several times over the years, and it's always been an aphrodisiac for Dani. Pretty much whenever we've been out for oysters, the rest of the night has always been very enjoyable. No wonder Alan wanted to bring her here.
"You remembered," she told him, leaning toward his voice, inviting his kiss, which he was only too willing to provide. Ahh, watching was an aphrodisiac in itself!
"How could I not, after..." he responded. Apparently, there's a history with oysters, Dani, and Alan from long ago, that she'd never mentioned.
"But first, what would you like to drink?" He asked, directing the question at both of us.
I picked up the menu, scrolling down the drinks, while Alan began to read them off for Dani.
She interrupted, telling him, "I'd like the Passion Fruit Colada, I think. Sounds yummy, tonight."
I looked at it on the menu, rum, lots of rum, coconut, pineapple. Just what Dani needed, sitting there in her practically nothing.
Alan's right hand disappeared under the table, and Dani did a rapid intake of breath, letting out a little moan. God, I wanted to be able to see under the table. My poor dick had been busting at the seams all night.
"Good choice," he said, "I'll have the same I think."
Alan looked toward me, "I'm paying here, no argument, order what you want," he told me.
I glanced back at the menu, scanning the beverages. I'm not an alcohol expert, probably have had less than ten alcoholic drinks in my life. "Sounds fine to me, too," I answered, more from a desire to know what my wife was drinking.
Alan raised his hand, the same one that had just been underneath the table, and a waiter was immediately at our table, must have been watching, waiting, the perks of celebrity. He gave our drink order, three Passion Fruit Coladas, and the waiter thanked him and left.
"I've always liked it here, even before I opened my first restaurant," he said, scooting his chair a little closer to Dani and rubbing his hand on her bare back. Dani let out little moans of pleasure, dropping her hand under the table. Watching the intimate interaction between my Dani and Alan was almost unnerving. No, not 'almost'.
"Been thinking of buying a boat," he said, changing the conversation, "there's a couple good harbors for private boats. Maybe while you're here, we should go boat shopping," he suggested. "You have a river," he went on, "have a boat?"
"No," I answered, "talked about it, never been able to afford what we'd have wanted."
He laughed, "Understand that," he said, "maybe we could get a big discount for two."
