He was ready for dinner before she was. He always was, of course, but he never minded. He loved watching her make herself pretty for him. Of course, he never thought she needed to do anything to pretty up. She was always gorgeous to him. He never minded watching her get dressed though. It was sometimes more erotic than when she took her clothes off. He looked over, watching her slide her lacy boyshorts up her sexy legs, and loved how they hugged her sexy ass. It never got old. She pulled on a sexy bra, one of his favorites, and he felt himself stiffen a little as he watched. She was always surprised when he was ready to go again, but he couldn't help himself, she just turned him on more than he had ever thought was possible. She could tell he was watching, and she smirked into the mirror as she put on her makeup. Once she had all that done, she went to her suitcase and pulled out a little black dress.
"Nice choice," he said, a smile on his face.
"I'm glad you like it," she replied as she slid the tight fabric up her sexy form. It fit her so well, hugging all her beautiful curves. She never saw herself the way he did, but it didn't matter. No matter how many guys, or girls, checked her out, she just never quite understood the allure that she had. Maybe that was part of what made her so sexy to him. She was beautiful in every way, and since she believed that only he saw her like that, he never had any competition. Not that he hadn't shared her before. Maybe he would get to again.
He walked over to her and whispered in her ear. "You don't get to be shy tonight. That's my only rule."
She looked up at him, a little smile on her face. "Yes, sir."
He smiled at her and took her into his arms, kissing her deeply. He loved the feel of her lips against his, while her body was tight up against him. She felt so good in his arms, and he almost forgot entirely about dinner. He never wanted to do anything more than just hold her sometimes. To feel her body pressed up against his, feeling their shared warmth, and the feel of her breath against his neck. She was perfect for him in every way. He loved her completely.
"I found this great local hangout for us to get dinner at," he said. "A barbecue and brew sort of place, live music, the works."
"Sounds like fun," she said, smiling.
They hopped in the truck and headed down the gravel road out to the highway. They made small talk as they drove, one of the things that always stayed strong in their relationship. They made sure to always talk, even if it was about nothing. They drove for a while, before he turned them off of the highway and into the parking lot of this big, log building. The place didn't look too busy, and they made their way inside. The girl that greeted them at the door was cute, but not either of their type. They made their way to a booth, sliding in across from an open dance floor. A band was beginning to warm up, and the music didn't sound too bad. They looked at each other and smiled, and a shadow darkened the table, causing them to look up.
Their waitress was a good looking girl, probably 25 or so. Average height, slight build, dark hair, full breasts, and nice hips. "Hi, my name's Kat, I'll be taking care of you tonight." He could watch her eye Kat up and down, and he grinned slightly. Just her type. "What can I do for you two?"
"What do you have on tap?" he asked.
"Bud, Bud Light, Coors, Miller Lite, Sam Adams," Kat replied. "We also have a couple homebrews, a stout, a summer ale, a porter."
"I'll have the porter," he said, and looked to her to see what she wanted.
"What's the porter like?" she asked, never taking her eyes off of the waitress.
"Its pretty delicious. It's got vanilla bean in it."
"I'll have that, then," she replied, and the waitress headed off towards the bar.
"You were checking her out pretty hardcore, my love," he said, smiling.
"Nuh uh!" she replied, blushing. "And, anyway, so were you!"
"At least I never denied it."