Ivan checked his watch. Nope, he hadn't misread it the first 3 times, it really was 8.30...where the hell was Joanna? He sat back on the bar stool, and surveyed the restaurant once again. No sign of her. Dammit, she'd told him how important it was not to be late, that this restaurant had a strict table policy - they could and would get them out in time for the second seating. What was she playing at?
Suddenly the guy next to him at the bar gave him a nudge "Holy shit, look at that. I wonder which lucky guys they're meeting."
Ivan looked over at the door, and his look of chagrin slowly melted into a wide smile. "That would be me." he told the man as they watched Joanna and Ella stroll into the restaurant.
The two were dressed to the nines, sexy without actually crossing the line to cheap-looking. Ella was wearing strappy shoes with 2-inch heels, a short suede skirt and close-fitting shirt. The buttons were undone just far enough so that you could see the swell of her cleavage, and the entire outfit set off her tan nicely. Her long blond hair was sleek as she flicked it over her shoulder and whispered something in Joanna's ear. Joanna smiled, looking up to meet Ivan's eyes. Her dark hair was curled up in some elaborate hair-do (Ivan was afraid to guess how this had been achieved), and if he wanted to he could stroke her all the way down from the back of her neck to the small of her back and touch only bare skin: the black dress was cut extremely low at the back. Otherwise it was reasonably demure, coming down to mid-thigh, but Ivan suspected there wasn't much, if anything, underneath it. He could feel a stirring in his loins, but resolutely quelled it as he stood up to greet the girls. "Ladies, how are you this evening?"
They each kissed a cheek "Happy Birthday hon. I do hope you don't mind that I brought Ella" Joanna whispered and winked cheekily at him. Belatedly Ivan realised both girls were wearing red bows around their wrists, and his heart sped up a notch.
He didn't know how he made it through dinner. The girls cooed over him, feeding him and each other bits of their meals, daintily nibbling asparagus and sipping champagne...when the waiter first came to the table Ella had been running her bare foot along his thigh and over his crotch, hidden from view by the table. Joanna had had to order the wine as Ivan didn't trust himself to speak. She had in turn let her hands roam freely (though discretely) during the meal and although the food was great he hadn't eaten much. A different appetite was replacing hunger. Suddenly he was grateful for the strict time limit for diners: he wasn't sure he could behave in a proper way for much longer.