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“Grr…” He growled and trailed a finger over my dress, circling my perky nipple twice.
Instinctively, I moaned, already turned on and revved up. “Not now, cowboy. Let’s go eat first. I’m starving.”
He held my hand as we walked down the street and across town, a leisurely thirty-minute stroll. We arrived late, but the hostess had our table set up for us and hadn’t yet cancelled our reservation as everything around here ran onisland time, a give or take of time. We could’ve been upwards of thirty minutes late and still been safe, but neither Mitch nor I ran that far behind.
“What are we celebrating tonight?” She set menus in front of us.
“Our anniversary. Five years ago today, this beautiful woman agreed to go out with me.” He reached for my hand and kissed the top of it.
“Five years ago today you finally got the courage to ask.”
“Aww,” the hostess said. “What can I get you from the bar?”
Oh shit. I can’t drink. I looked over at Mitch, wondering how I was going to get out of this. My mind went blank thinking of drinks they could make, and I could somehow tell the waitress to make them alcohol-free. “How about a… umm… a daiquiri?”
“Really?” Mitch tipped his head to the side. “Unlike you.”
“Something different, I don’t feel like a beer.” I shrugged, hoping it wasn’t too far out there.
“I’ll have a draft. Whatever you have on tap.”
She took off, and I rose. “Sorry. Ladies room.” I caught up with the hostess enroute. “Can you make mine a virgin please, without saying anything. I just found out…” I stopped. No way was the hostess going to find out before Mitch. “I’m allergic to alcohol.”
She responded the same way I would’ve had someone told me something like that at the airport, simply nodded and saidsure thing.I highly suspected she thought I was nuts.
I returned to our private booth in a few minutes and gaveMitch’s hand a rub. “Isn’t this place great?”
Patio lights dangled from the beams in the roof, and during the intense heat of the summer, the seaside breeze blew in when the windows rolled up, turning the place into a fresh air restaurant. Most tables were in the middle of the place, and usually given to tourists, but there were a couple of booths tucked away from the others, providing a lot of privacy. A candle surrounded by fresh flowers sat on top of the tablecloth adding to the romance of the place.
Our server came by and took our orders, warning us of the oncoming music performance from a local band, and how she hoped the music wasn’t too loud.
It wouldn’t be. It aided in my plans perfectly.
I inched my way over to Mitch in our circular booth and rested my head on his shoulder.
Across the space, just off to the side, the band took to the stage and the sweet bass guitar chords strummed.
“I love you, Mitch.”
He kissed my forehead. “I love you too.”
The band kicked into high gear, and a steady beat filled the area.
My hand stroked his thigh, slowly inching between his legs, and closer to the tight bulge my forearm rubbed against.
“Do you think this is the right place?” He twisted his head and whispered in my ear.
“Why not? It works on tv.”
Some of my favourite movies had the couple making out in plain sight and no one was the wiser. I repositioned myself, draping my left leg over his and pulling up the front of my dress. Naughty wouldn’t begin to describe it as tingles roved up and down my body, and my core throbbed with pulsing desire.
Mitch glanced around the restaurant, but our table was tucked off to the side and we had a pretty cozy area. For morecoverage, he readjusted the tablecloth over my lap as he slid his right hand down, down, down and grazed my lacy parts as bursts of adrenaline pounded and the growing ache intensified to epic levels. If my fire wasn’t put out soon, I was going to ravage my man hard.
He knew just how to satisfy me though, and it didn’t take long for him to manoeuvre his expert fingers into a position guaranteed to make me sweat and smile. The tickling and caressing drove me wild, and in a very unladylike move, I pulled my right leg onto the booth seat and tucked it under me, giving Mitch better access, something he took full advantage of.
I twisted my head into the crook of his neck while he found my sweet spot and worked it for all he could. “Oh, Mitch,” I breathed into his ear as I peaked and grabbed his inner thigh as wave after dirty wave crashed over me. Table sex was a new one for us, but it had been so wicked, it was worth it. “Thank you. It’s your turn.” I gazed upon my lover with lust in my eyes.
“Not here.” He lowered his voice even though he whispered in my ear. “I’m not leaving with my pants all soaked.”
