Melany shivered ever so slightly and said, "Don't do that or we may not make it to the restaurant."
"So we better leave for the restaurant quickly," I quipped, hoping to not lose my self control.
The night was warm, as I took her arm and walked her to the car. I opened the door and she gently slid into the front seat, pausing just long enough to tease me with a wonderful view of her long and shapely legs. Melany giggled at the expression on my face, which I quickly tried to hide by closing the door and turning away.
I tried to engage in small talk all the way to the restaurant, which she made very difficult by resting her hand in my lap. As I drove through the traffic, her hand subtly slid further up my leg, until she was gently touching my cock. Each time we stopped at a red light, she softly caressed it. Then, as I accelerated with the green light, she moved her hand an inch or so. If this keeps up, I thought to myself, I am going to have to turn around and go back home to change my pants.
Somehow we made it safely to the restaurant. As I parked, the wonderful smells from inside wafted through the air, making both of us more hungry. As I came around the car to open the door for her, Melany looked directly into my eyes and slid out, giving me an even more erotic view of her sexy legs than before. I quietly chuckled at this gorgeous temptress less than half my age.
Who knew when I met her over the Internet that I would fall hopelessly in love with her? And who knew that she would return my feelings? And who would have ever guessed that she would come to America to visit me, with the intention of staying for a week?
As we walked through the door, I checked with the hostess and she said something about us being just in time. She was just then calling out my name from her reservation list. We were quickly seated, although not without me noticing the lustful looks of the several men and what looked like jealous glances from more than a few women. There were even a few disapproving looks as people noticed the clear difference between our ages. I struggled with that myself for a moment, but decided right then to never care what others thought about our relationship. I even nodded with approval to myself over making that decision.
We were directed to a large table with eight other guests. I noticed with pleasure that there were three children who appeared to be between six and ten years old. I immediately knew this was going to be fun from past experience.
"Is this their first time here?" I asked the woman who appeared to be their mother.
"Yes. Why?" she responded.
"Well, children seem to really enjoy the show that the cook always puts on. Especially the volcano." She smiled and nodded, as if she knew what I was talking about.
The restaurant I had chosen for tonight's meal was what is known as a Japanese Steakhouse, where the meal is cooked in front of you on a wide cooking surface where everyone sat around the grill. The chefs, most of them apparently Japanese, put on a real show during the preparation of the food. They flipped knives in the air, tossed shrimp tails into their chef's hats, and in general entertained us while we ate their preparations. This truly was my favorite restaurant, and I loved the fun as much as the food. And the looks on children's faces who had never seen anything like this was priceless. Part fear, part fascination, part entertainment, the expressions of almost all the young children I had seen here showed they loved the experience.
I pulled out Melany's chair for her to sit, getting a polite thank you from her and a warm smile from the older couple a few chairs down.
"That was nice of you," the lady said. "I don't see men show such respect to their women like they used to."
"Thank you, but she is an easy lady to respect," I responded quietly.
Melany took my hand after we sat down and placed it in her lap. Her dress was short enough that my hand was partially on her dress material and partially on the soft bare skin of her thigh. I looked carefully to make sure no one could see my hand, but the young couple to our immediate left could see just enough to probably guess the source of my grin. I gently caressed the skin I was touching, getting a smile from Melany that lit up the room and electrified me to my core.
We all ordered, and soon the show began. Knives and spatulas flipped into the air, entertaining us all, and then the chef began building his volcano. He took a thick slice of a large onion and separated it into rings. He then stacked the rings in descending size to create an upside down cone with a small opening at the top. Pouring in some unknown liquids, he lit the top of the cone with a cigarette lighter. The flames soared out of the volcano, to the wide eyes and delighted squeals of the children.
Throughout the dinner, I found it easy to leave my hand in Melany's lap, since she was sitting to my left and I am right-handed. Handling chopsticks was a one-hand activity, anyway. Halfway through the meal, I had worked her dress up several inches and had my fingers just an inch away from her sweet spot. But I moved my hand no higher. I just satisfied myself with softly caressing her soft upper thighs.
I could feel the heat emanating from Melany and I loved the almost tortured expression in her eyes. My teasing her with soft and gentle strokes high up her thigh was made all the more exciting, considering the conversation that was flowing around the table. She was forced to engage in small talk with the others while getting more and more turned on by my touches. Of course, I had the same problem. I knew I was going to have to stop playing soon or, when I stood to leave at the end of the meal, everyone would see that I was very turned on.
As the meal ended, we all paid our respective bills and stood to leave. I was glad that my erection had diminished enough to be easily contained by my pants. Still, if anyone looked closely, they would see the obvious swelling hanging down my left leg. Since I never wore underwear, the slight restraint from any underwear was totally missing.
We walked out into the main foyer, which we had barely noticed when we walked in and were seated so quickly. I pointed out the artificial pond in the middle of the room and led my sweet date over to it. It was somewhat oval in shape, and in the water were a couple dozen of the large goldfish that is often associated with Japanese culture. There were artificial trees and bushes surrounding the pond, especially around the back side of it. Because of the placement of the bushes, no one could get to the back side of the pond without pushing into the bushes. I gently pushed Melany around the pool to where she had to slide between the bushes and the pond. She leaned forward to get a better look at the fish, and I pushed behind the trees. From our respective positions, she was in clear view of most of the two dozen customers waiting for a table, yet I was almost totally hidden by the trees. I quietly told her to hold still, and she stood there, half bent over the railing surrounding the pool.
I reached through the bushes and gently caressed her hot and curvy ass. Melany jerked slightly in surprise, and then froze in position. I continued caressing her ass, which was pressed into the bushes just enough that no one could see my hand or what I was doing with it. I gently slid her dress up a couple of inches and pressed my right hand between her exposed thighs. I was thrilled to discover that she had worn no panties – I had direct and complete access to her ass and her pussy. And it was no surprise to discover that her pussy was drenched with her juices and her clean-shaven lips were really slick from her secretions.
Totally hidden by the bushes, I played with her lips for a minute or two. Then I pressed further to make gentle contact with her sweet spot. Melany jumped only slightly when I touched her clit, but she seemed to show no other emotion. I took that as approval, and continued teasing her. In a couple of minutes I could feel the flow of her juices increase and I removed my hand for just a moment. I raised my hand to my mouth, and sucked on my fingers. I had to taste her. Then I slid my hand between her thighs again.
I pushed one finger inside Melany's pussy, finding no resistance because she was so wet. I could see from the muscles in her arms that she was getting very tense. But I continued sliding my finger in and out, enjoying the heat and the wetness there. I then added a second finger inside her and her arm muscles tensed even more. I couldn't see her face, but I knew everyone in the room could, so I knew she had to keep her expression under control. If not, others would surely notice and we would eventually be asked to leave the restaurant, and maybe even arrested.
The sexual smells were turning me on unbelievably, and I could tell from the flow of Melany's juices that she was going to cum very soon. I continued to gently play with her lips and clit.
It seemed only minutes before she jerked back against my hand and I could feel her pussy muscles spasm, clenching my fingers with surprising strength. Mingled with the wonderful odors of the food, I could smell it as she came in my hand and I savored it by breathing deeply several times. I reduced the movement of my fingers to such a slight motion that my hand seemed to not be moving at all.
A couple of minutes later her spasms diminished, although the aftershocks were evident for another minute or so. I removed my fingers and could not resist tasting them again. Hidden in the bushes, I licked my fingers clean. I knew Melany needed me to lick her thighs clean, but I decided that would be impractical. I just had no room to kneel where I was. I knew she would have to walk out of the restaurant with her juices dripping down her thighs, hoping that no one noticed. That somehow made the experience even more exciting.
