Before we went out for dinner, we needed to get a few things done. In the bedroom, I had the pleasure of watching Terry's reaction as I treated him to a reverse striptease. I slipped the garter belt around my waist, and slowly pulled my long black stockings up my legs, attaching them to the garters. I pulled on my flame-red demi-cup bra, and then I laced up my flame-red tanga style panty around my hips, covering the small amount of skin that it hid. He was wearing only a pair of zebra-striped bikini style briefs, and I could see his hard, excited bulge, tenting them up, and was glad to see his positive reaction.
"Tonight, I want to see that again, this time in the reverse order. I want your beautiful body naked for my viewing, and love-making, pleasure!" he growled sexily.
As I sat back with a smile, I watched him get dressed, in black dress slacks and a burgundy dress shirt, he looked very hot.
Next up, I gave him my car keys, he took one of his garage door openers, and in a couple of minutes, I heard the garage door open. He carefully drove my car into the empty space next to his Alfa Romeo convertible.
He escorted me to his car, and soon we were on the street. He told me that we were going up the coast about 30 miles, to the best seafood restaurant he had ever been to, called Luigi's Italian seafood trattoria, that offered a splendid view of the rugged coastline, and was secluded, and well away from the school where we were teacher and student. I was very glad, I did not want MY teacher to get into trouble for satisfying his horny 18-year-old student's lust.
Once we were away from his neighborhood, we dropped the top of his convertible and reveled in the feel of the mild ocean breezes as his sporty Alfa Romeo nimbly handled the curves of the coast highway.
Entering Luigi's, the atmosphere was very romantic, candles, dim lighting, perfect. The owner, Luigi Campanella, came forward to take care of us.
"Mr. Jenkins, Buona sera, so good to see you again! And to see your lovely lady, a true Bella signora!"
Taking my hand in his, and kissing it lightly, he said to me, "Lei è una bellissima signora."
He said, "Follow me, I have your favorite table ready!"
Luigi pulled out my chair for me, I felt very feminine, very much a woman as I was seated. The table had the largest window in the restaurant, with the best view of the coastline, and I could see the sea crashing against the rocks, sending up sprays of foam as the setting sun dropped lower to the west. He presented the menus and told us that he would wait on us personally.
As we looked at the menus, I asked him about how Luigi knew him so well, and what did the Italian phrases mean.
Terry smiled, and said, "Buona sera means good evening. And you were very complimented, bella signora means beautiful lady, and Lei è una bellissima signora means you are a very beautiful lady."
He smiled at the smile that lit up my face, and continued on, "When I started teaching, I was at the high school that is 10 minutes north of here. His two sons were in my class, they had only immigrated a year earlier, and they were having a bit of a rough go, what with the language and culture change. I became more of a mentor than a teacher, helping them with the language and culture changes, I wanted them to succeed. My mentoring paid off, they graduated with honors from high school, and both then graduated summa cum laude from UCLA. Luigi has never forgotten how I took the time to help his sons out."
I smiled as Luigi returned with a bottle of champagne, and it was hard to say which was more bubbly, the wine or his personality.
"Would you like me to make you my special dinner, Mr. Jenkins? You are your bella signora will love it!"
