We are at a Restaurant for dinner. We have had a very enjoyable meal and pleasant conversation interlaced with the occasional double-entendre and sexy remark. You have slipped your shoe off and rested your foot on my chair between my legs. Every now and then you give me a very sexy seductive gaze as you wriggle your foot against my already growing hardness.
You say you need to visit the Ladies Room and I watch as you walk out of the room. I readjust myself and my mind is full of erotic thoughts and desires for you.
You return from the Ladies and as you walk past me, you lean down and whisper into my ear that you have something for me. You then drop something into my lap. I look down and there are your knickers.
I look across at you in disbelief and you have such a sexy, cheeky grin on your face. I want to jump across the table then and there and devour you but I control myself. My hand is exploring your knickers in my lap as I try and remain composed. A feat which is becoming harder by the minute. And that's not the only thing that's growing harder.
My fingers have found one spot on your knickers that is damper than the rest and my mind is going crazy at the thought of where this piece of material had been just a few minutes earlier.
You beckon for me to lean over the table toward you and you whisper..'Take me home and make love with me' I slip your damp knickers into my pocket and we leave the Restaurant.