Warning: This is the fifth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.
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I took Patty to a restaurant I know of down in the Bottoms. It's small and cozy - perfect for what I hoped was going to be a nice romantic dinner. The place wasn't busy at all and we were seated right away. When the waiter arrived with our menus, I noticed he stood on Patty's side of the booth to tell us about the daily specials. Watching him closely, I could see him moving from side to side and glancing at Patty as he spoke. I noticed the subtle movements and the way his eyes scanned Patty, and from experience, I knew he was he trying to positioning himself to look down Patty's top.
At first, I was jealous, but then I started getting a hardon thinking about her exposing herself. When Patty hunched her shoulders forward and leaned in closer to the menu, this guy's eyes just about bugged out of his head. From across the table, I could clearly see a big gap in the front of Patty's shirt and I knew this waiter was able to see my girl's tiny, perfect breastlings.
After he left us to think about what we wanted to eat, I whispered across the table to Patty. "Do you know you just gave that guy a look at your boobs?" I asked.
She didn't even look up from her menu. "Uh huh." Patty answered, nodding her head up and down. Then lifting her head up, she asked, "Have you decided what you're going to have to eat?"
I had to think about why she wasn't acknowledging my question about our voyeuristic waiter. I felt a snugness in my pants and faced the fact what I'd just seen was making me hard. Damn hard. What a struggle that was for me - knowing that Patty was intentionally exposing herself while she was out with me. And, it was turning me on. Actually, I didn't really blame the waiter once I thought about it. If she was going to flash her boobs, why not look? She's cute. She's sexy. She's braless and has the sweetest little breasts anyone could ever want to see.
When the waiter came back to take our orders, he again stood on Patty's side of the booth and again, she pushed one of her shoulders forward and I noticed he took several peeks at Patty as he wrote our order down on his small notepad. She was definitely a master at this, probably honing her exhibitionist skills with years of practice – doing almost exactly what she did with me the day I met her at the airport.
When he left, she reached over and patted my hand. "You don't mind if I tease him a little do you?" Patty asked.
I felt my cock throb when I heard that. Now I knew for sure she was exposing herself on purpose. "You know," I answered, "he's gonna be coming back to check on us a lot while we're here. We won't have time to talk about any of the stuff I told you about at the coffee shop."
"That might also be because he can see my panties, too." She replied softly so she wouldn't alarm anyone around us. I glanced under the table quickly to see that Patty's skirt was pulled up, and even though it wasn't around her hips like it was at the coffee shop, she was definitely showing her panties off, too. I'm sure he could at least see her panty covered mound, and with those perfectly white satin panties on, he wouldn't have to try very hard to see it.
"Want me to pull my skirt down so he can't see?" Patty asked.
"No. It's kind of a turn on," I answered, "knowing you're sitting there with your panties and boobs on display. I'm just sorry I can't see myself."
"Well, I haven't seen much of what you have today, you know." Patty replied. "But, I hope that will change soon enough." Patty giggled for a minute as she held my hand across the table. We both knew what she referring to; my first time as an exhibitionist. She still hadn't given me a clue what was going to happen tonight, and one thing I'd learned since I met her – things were not always as they seemed.
Soon the waiter came back and when he did, my A-cup angel made sure he got another eyeful. I sat there and tried to act like I didn't know what was going on and watched Patty tease him all evening. We made small talk though dinner, talking about those things you always talk about with a new girlfriend or boyfriend, and while it would seem like meaningless conversation to most people, for me, I didn't really care what we talked about, I was just happy to be with her. Someone else might say I was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet meeting her like I did - with her propensity to show her body off and the sexual roller coaster we'd already been on, but to tell you the truth, man – I was really starting to like her. Okay, more than that..... I was starting to feel like she could be THE one.
As we finished dinner, the bill came and I picked it up immediately and placed my credit card inside the small black folder and set it on the edge of the table. When I saw the waiter coming to get it, I intentionally excused myself for a minute, telling Patty I needed to go to the restroom. Looking back over my shoulder toward the table, I could see the waiter standing on Patty's side and they were talking. Patty's arms were stretched out across the table and she was leaning over a little, which told me she was giving him the "Now's your chance, look all you want" treatment.
When I got to the door of the restroom, I looked back at them again, and he was still there. I spent a lot longer in the restroom than I would normally spend. Every guy knows you can't pee with a hard-on, so I stood at the urinal for a good four or five minutes just waiting for my cock to go soft enough so I could pee. Finally, I resorted to thinking about the building plans for the new office building and that did the trick; instant soft-on.
While I was washing my hands, I though about the panty and boob show Patty was giving the waiter when I came into the restroom and wondered if he would still be there when I came out. Surely, after this long, he'd picked up my credit card and gone to resolve our bill. But, when I came out of the restroom, he was still there and he was leaning down over the table on his elbows and his face couldn't have been more than two feet from Patty's lovely A-cups. Her nipples were probably poking out and she was treating letting him to a nice, long look. Almost in an instant, I was hard again.
On the way back, I snaked my way through the restaurant so neither of them would see me approaching. When I got close, I stepped up to his left side and looked down into Patty's side of the booth. Sure enough, my angel's skirt was now pulled up to her hips and she was sitting with one leg tucked under her. The resultant view was that her legs were spread to the point the waiter knew, without a shadow of a doubt, Patty was deliberately flashing him. I couldn't believe how hard I was.
Seeing me suddenly appear next to him, the waiter straightened up and looked at me with a frightened look in his eye. Pretending I hadn't seen a thing, I walked behind him and sat down in my side of the booth. That poor waiter picked up my credit card and left quicker than you can believe. Even Patty giggled when he scampered off so quickly.
"Paul, I don't know exactly what you're thinking right now about the way I was showing off, but if you want me to stop doing things like this, I will." Patty said with a very sincere look on her face.
