Have you ever gone into a situation blind and totally unprepared? Prompted by my son's note, I had driven to his place of choosing, at his order. My heart was beating like mad underneath my breast.
Oh god, I was nervous... so nervous. I'd never done anything like this before! I felt... I guess the word would be, as if I was "blazing" - I knew that I stood out. Stepping into the dark and shadowy italian restaurant, it felt like all eyes were on me, and more than likely they were. I stood out like a sore thumb in my meager covering, flushing pink as I walked past a group of gawking teenage boys. I located Gary in the far back corner of the room, sitting at a small round table for two. He was not looking at me.
Every step that I made took effort. You know how I am. I had the overwhelming sense that what I was doing was so wrong. He didn't see me. It would have been so easy to turn tail and run... but there was something else. Inside me, a deep feeling, a heat from my loins. It intensified as I looked upon my son, sitting there so casually, waiting. I succumbed to this feeling.
Then Gary turned his face toward me. As his eyes washed their heat over my body, I could see that he was pleased. An utterly irresistable boyish smile curled at the corners of his lips. He brought a hand up onto the table, and pressing his fingers to a set of napkin-wrapped silverware, pushed the object forward and sent it over the edge of the table, and onto the floor. I looked at him strangely. Amusement and a hint of mischief glinted in his eyes. 'Pick it up,' he whispered.
I bent at the knees and began to stoop myself downwards to retrieve the fallen object, but suddenly I found my son's hand firmly around my wrist. 'No. Without bending your knees.' he said with a grin, releasing my wrist. I nodded slowly, and looked at him, confused. 'What are you waiting for?' he asked. Then his voice, lower, more forceful. 'Do it ... mom... NOW.'
I bent at the waist, and awkwardly stretched my arm out to retrieve the silverware. I felt a tight stretch in my legs, and I tottered a bit in my high heels. A whooping arose from behind me in the direction of the table with the teenage boys, and my face grew flushed as I realized that I had just exposed my panties to the entire restaurant! I rose quickly, trying to preserve what remaining dignity I had. Gary was grinning. 'Sit... mom.' he said, simply. I nodded stupidly and slid into the booth, the vinyl covering sticking to the back of my exposed thighs.
I stared across the table toward my son as we sat in silence.
'You look... hot.' he finally offered, and I stared at his mouth as he spoke. It was as if I could see his lips in slow motion, and the slight brush of his tongue against his lower lip every once in a while as he formed his words. Immediately I felt heat rising to my cheeks, and I knew that my entire body would be flushing red.
'Th-thanks..' I stammered, reaching up a hand to brush a lock of my hair back. I saw his eyes follow my hand, then drift downward toward my breasts, which were pushing over the edge of the high table to rest on the surface. Then his foot found mine, his lower leg brushing against my own in a suprisingly exciting gesture. I nearly jumped in my seat, but was brought back to reality by the waiter who was approaching our table.
The waiter gave us our menus, and filled our glasses with water, departing for a time to allow us a decision. I scanned over the menu, not really seeing the words but feeling very uncomfortable- and yet deliciously excited. Gary interrupted my feigned interest in the menu by speaking once more.
'We aren't eating here.' he stated simply.
I peered over the top of my menu toward him. 'Gary? We aren't?'
He only shook his head slowly, a mischevious grin on his face before he explained. 'We are going to be kicked out of the restaurant.'
I quizzicly raized an eyebrow, but he offered no further explanation. Soon the waiter had returned, and stood at the end of the table, a pen and tablet in hand.