As I walked into the restaurant, I saw you there, my first glimpse of you in the flesh. I considered my luck, and was amazed that you had agreed to the meeting. You looked sure of yourself, confident, but also seemed rather annoyed as I stood there by the door looking at you. I couldn't have stood there for more than two minutes and you checked your watch three times; I wasn't late, I simply like to arrive exactly on time. As the appointed hour of our meeting arrived, I saw you signal the waiter for your check, and I chose that as my moment to walk through the doors and slide onto bench right next to you.
The waiter came over with the check, and I told him to go away, you weren't going to need that check yet, and to bring us back two beers. As he walked away, I turned to you and without pause grabbed you and pulled you to me into a deep, almost violent kiss. You leaned in for more and I broke away, leaning back in to whisper that the night was still young, relax, there's plenty of time for more of that.
Silently, the waiter re-appeared with our drinks and asked if we would like to order. I told him we were good for now, but to check back when the drinks were getting empty; on that note, he left us to ourselves. I turned to you and asked if you had been waiting long. You didn't speak, simply nodding yes.
I couldn't apologize to you for being late, since I hadn't been, so I decided to respond with my actions again. My hands had been wanting to explore your body for weeks, and it had been all I could do to keep them off you you since I sat down. I could wait no longer and firmly gripped your thigh just below the hem of your short, sexy skirt. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could swear that I heard a moan escape your lips, and I definitely felt you shiver and push yourself tighter against me. My fingers weren't content with staying where they were, and I started slowly inching them higher, pushing your hem up as I went. After what seemed like hours, but was most certainly just a few seconds, my fingers brushed the soft lace of your panties. I felt a tinge of wetness seeping through them and caught a hint of arousal in the swirling air. You ground your lace clad pussy against my fingers and the dampness was gone, having been replaced by a sopping flood of juices that completely soaked your panties.
Without warning, the waiter re-appeared, asking us if we were doing ok. As I looked up at him, I realized that he had a clear view of my fingers stroking your pussy through your panties. I told him that we could use some fresh beers and with a slight grin he set off for our drinks.
I looked over at you for the first time since my fingers had begun exploring and you were softly smiling, while obviously biting your lip to keep from moaning in ecstasy. I asked if you had enjoyed giving our waiter a show, and you just shook your head no. I leaned in and whispered that I thought you were lying to me; you again shook your head no. I softly kissed the nape of your neck and trailed my tongue up to your earlobe. I nibbled on it and whispered an order, "take off your panties and put them in my pocket!" You started to shake your head no again and I clamped down on your thigh with my grip. With a whimper you slipped your ass off of the seat, I released my grip, and off came your thong.
I looked down and got a glimpse of your smoothly shaven bush as you slipped your panties into my pocket. You tried to adjust your skirt lower, but my hand moved back to your thigh, ensuring that you remained exposed to the world. As your ass hit the seat again, the waiter materialized with our fresh drinks. He didn't look at me the entire time he was at our table, but simply stared at your pussy before stammering "c..c...call me if you need anything," before turning to walk away in a rush. You noticed his stare, and obviously enjoyed it, as your pussy flooded my fingers with fresh juices.