The day had been pretty good so far. He had met her at the airport earlier in the day and brought her back to his place by the lake. His place overlooked a walkway that ran next to the water. The view was breath taking in the evenings drawing couples from around the area to enjoy the view and the cool breeze that came off the lake.
They were going to a nice restaurant for dinner. He had on a sports coat with a nice collared shirt and slacks while she wore a very nice evening dress with heels to make her legs look even better. He had been having trouble keeping his eyes off of her legs all day and now they looked amazing. She somehow knew how to get his blood to boil and she hadn't been around him for years. He walked her to the car and opened the door for her. He could smell her perfume as she moved past him to get into the car. He loved the way that her Perry Ellis 360 smelled on her skin, and couldn't wait for an opportunity to get closer.
In the car on the way to the restaurant they talked of their lives and what had been going on, where they had been and what they had done. It had been nearly 20 years since they knew each other in school and they had a lot to catch up on. The topic kept coming back to that first kiss. For some reason they both dwelt on that kiss. How was it that they both remembered it the same? It was a great first kiss for both of them.
The valet opened the doors of the car and together they walk into the restaurant walking arm in arm. It is a very nice place with soft music playing the back round. It isn't crowded so they are able to take a table near a window away from the other couples. They continue talking as they sit across from each other.
He can smell her perfume on his arm from where she held on to it and takes a deep breath. She is so beautiful. He wonders, not for the first time, what might have been had he not moved away when he did. Would they have stayed a couple? Would they have had more first together? He hoped so. He enjoyed being around her so much. And then it started. He felt her foot on his chair between his legs. He looked at her and noticed a small smile on the edge of her lips.
Her toes moved slowly further between his legs until she got to his crotch. Slowly she stared moving her foot up and down over him, watching to see what he would do. What would he do? Would he touch her foot and guide it or let her do whatever she wanted? She was hoping that he would let her do whatever and see where it went from there. She watched as he moved his hand under the table and felt him touch her leg. He didn't touch her foot as she continued to move it over his swelling cock. He had touched her leg and was running his hand up as far as he could. She was glad that she had shaved before they went out, and all he could feel was silky smooth skin under his fingers. She continued to rub against him throughout dinner. She was really working him up, and could tell that he was getting close to bursting. She could feel dampness under her foot where his precum was leaving a mark on his pants. She was excited herself and could feel her own wetness between her legs and was sure that she had a matching mark on her panties. She had never so worked up a guy at dinner before and was excited to find out what was in store next. At least she had her dress to cover up her spot, but what would he do to hide his?
He was so turned on by this point. He had nearly shot his load right there under the table. Her foot felt so good against his cock. She had kept rubbing and rubbing. He wanted to cum so badly, but he couldn't do anything about it sitting at the table and now they were done and ready to go. He reached down and felt the spot he knew would be on his pants. How was he supposed to get out of the restaurant now without everyone knowing what had happened under the table. He had an idea, and maybe it wouldn't fool anyone, but at least he could hope so. As he stood up from the table he spilled his water on his lap. He hoped it looked like an accident, but it had done the job. Now instead of having a small spot on his pants he had a much larger spot that he could try and pass off as water. He sat back down and tried to dry some of it up with the napkin. She moved around the table to offer some assistance and dabbed at the mark on his pants, taking the chance to feel his hard on.