"Tonight. I thought we could go to dinner."
Sara looked at him in the mirror. His hands moved across the fabric of the top and he loosened the corset tie just a little so that he could fold down the edge of the dress, exposing her nipples. They were hard nubs from rubbing on the fabric and from Nate's nearness. He lightly cupped her breasts and watched her in the mirror. She could feel him pressed against her ass.
"Dinner sounds fun," Sara said. Nate just nodded and let one hand run down her side to the slit in the skirt. His hand moved inside the skirt and he ran a finger across the edge of the panties.
"Feels smooth," Nate said as he dipped his finger under the fabric. Sara leaned back against him, but he pulled his hand away.
"Finish getting ready. We don't want to be late," he said and left the room.
Sara put on some thigh-high stockings and tall, high heeled boots that Nate liked. The boots made her sway as she walked. Nate grinned at her as she came out of the room. As Sara walked past him he ran his hand across her ass.
Their table was a booth in the back of the restaurant. It had high sides around it and there were not many people so Sara and Nate felt like they were almost alone.
Throughout dinner Nate occasionally "accidently" brushed his hand or arm across Sara's chest, but nothing else. Sara was thinking that he was being oddly well behaved and she wondered what was going on. When dessert came, Nate's hand went to her thigh. After stroking her thigh for a moment, he moved his hand over and slipped it under the skirt through the slit. The skirt was loose enough that he had free access and it was not immediately obvious what he was doing. Nate continued to eat his dessert while his fingers rubbed the fabric of her panties. Sara tried to keep her face from showing what was going on. The waiter stopped by to refill their water glasses and Nate never stopped his fingers. He worked his way under the fabric and began to rub Sara's clit. When the waiter asked how they liked their dessert, Nate answered him as he slipped his fingers lower and into her. The suspense of the evening and the feel of the sexy underwear had made her wet and he slid two fingers in easily. Sara looked down at her plate as he started to work his fingers in and out of her. The waiter moved on to his other tables and Nate curled his fingers inside her, rubbing her g-spot. She was getting wetter with every movement. He pulled his fingers out of her and ran them up over her clit before pulling his hand out from under her skirt. Sara sat still for a moment, fighting between calming down from the edge of orgasm and the frustration that Nate had stopped. She looked at him and watched as he dipped his finger into the topping of his cake. He offered her his finger and Sara smiled and licked the frosting, tasting herself on his finger. He took another swipe at his frosting with his second finger and licked it clean. He raised his hand to signal for the check.
"Just wait until we get back to my place," he said.