The Restaurant Date

 

You and I are going to a nice restaurant for dinner. It is the first time in years that we have been able to do this. Between work, kids, bills, and all of the other commitments, we just never seem to have time or money to just go out and have dinner together.

I got a bonus at work, so we decided to make reservations at a restaurant that we haven’t been to since before we got married and had kids. We agreed to dress up, with me in a suit and you wearing a stunning evening gown.

As we are getting dressed, the kids keep asking us questions. “Daddy, why are you putting on a tie?” “You should wear the Paw Patrol tie we got you for your birthday.” And “Mommy, why aren’t you wearing socks? Do those keep your legs warm?” they ask as they watch you put your open-toe stilettos on over your stocking clad feet.

I grab the kids and get them out of the room. “Let’s go to the kitchen and eat something as your mom finishes getting ready.”

You sit quietly in front of the bathroom mirror and do your makeup. Foundation, a little blush, a light tone eye-shadow, some mascara, and then your lipstick. You haven’t done yourself up like that in a very long time. It feels good. You step back and look in the mirror. The dress conceals that you aren’t wearing a bra. You could have, but you like how the material feels against your skin. You walk back and forth a bit. It has been a couple of years since you wore these shoes. Your hips wiggle more than you remember, but it is perfect for an evening out with me. The last touch is to transfer what you need from your “mom purse” to a little clutch that accents the color of your shoes.

Phone, wallet, keys, compact, lipstick, and……. Nope, that is it. Everything else in the purse is what you need for work or the kids. You don’t want to put “wet naps” or hard candy treats into the clutch. Tonight, you want to feel like you did when we were dating.

You close the bedroom door behind you and smell chicken nuggets.

In the kitchen you see me, with oven mitts on, pulling out a tray with dinosaur shaped nuggets. “Who is ready for their dinosaurs?” I ask in a playful tone. The kids are holding their thick paper plates in their hands. “Me” “Me!” “Mine, Mine, Mine” you hear excited their voices say.

“Ok, sit at the table and here come the Dinosaurs! Roar!” I say as I hold the tray in one hand and a spatula in the other. The kids quickly sit down with their plates in front of them. 

The doorbell rings. “I got it Dear. It’s probably the sitter.” You say.

At the door is the neighbor girl who has watched your kids before, when you needed help. “I’m glad you’re here. The kids are eating. We thought if we fed them before we left that would be one less thing for you to worry about.” 

She is carrying a small bag with some books. “Thanks. I have your numbers on my phone, and when then kids finish eating, we will watch a Disney movie. Is there any problem with that?”

“No. Let them watch one movie, then brush teeth and off to bed. If you want to read to them, you can. We should only be gone for a few hours.” 

I step from the kitchen putting on my suit coat, “Thanks for watching the kids tonight. Call us if you have any problems.” I say. “Goodnight kids. Be good for the sitter.” I call back to the kitchen. 

The kids run to us “Kiss us goodnight before you go.” They say. I hug one, as you hug and kiss the other. There is a light lipstick print on their cheek. “Me next Mommy.” Says the other one, which you happily do.

“Now go finish your dinner, or no Disney movie tonight.” You say.

“Movie, Movie” they both scream and head back to their nuggets.

We finally get out of the house and to the car. I hold the car door open for you. As you step in, I see your lovely leg all the way to the top of your stockings as it is moves through the slit in your dress. I slowly “wolf whistle” in appreciation.

I step closer and kiss you. “If I haven’t told you recently, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I am happy I married you.” Then I close your door and climb in the other side. As I drive, I rest my right hand on the gear shift, and you place your left hand on it. You enjoy feeling my warm hand. The hand that just baked chicken nuggets for the kids is the same hand taking you out to a fancy restaurant. You lean your head against my shoulder and sigh contentedly. “I wish we could do this more often.” You say. I move my hand from the gearshift and rest it on your left knee.

As we are sitting at a table in the restaurant which has the lights turned down and mostly lit by candles, the waiter asks “Would you like to start with some champagne?” I was about to say yes, when you instead say. “Do you have a Muscadet?” The waiter, quickly responds, “Here is our wine list, Madam.”

You quickly look it over and say “We will have a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc.” As you hand him back the list.

“Very well, Madam. Do you need to see the menu or do you know what you want?”

“Menus please.” You say, though you smile a knowing smile at me.

“I will be back with your wine.” He says as he turns and walks away.

“Darling, do you have something in mind?” I ask. “I thought you would have just gone with the traditional champagne dinner.”

You slowly move your leg up and down, rubbing it against mine. “I read something in one of the women’s magazines and I am dying to try it. Oysters with white wine. It has been a very long time since we did anything like it.” As you continue moving your leg slowly up and down against mine.

“Should I move my chair closer?” I ask, smiling. You slowly shake your head.

“You don’t have anyone behind you, so let’s move mine.” Standing up we both move your chair next to mine instead of across the table from me.

The waiter returns with the bottle of wine asking “Is everything okay?”

“Yes.” I say, our hands entwined. “We would like the Oysters on the half shell.”

“Yes sir, we also have fresh trout or cod. If you would like?”

You bring my hand to your lips and softly kiss it. “No. The oysters will do for now.”

“Very good, Madam.” He says as he fills the wine glasses and sets the bottle down.

Taking the glasses with our free hands we lightly clink our glasses in a toast. “Here is to a quiet evening out, with the most beautiful woman I know.”

“And here is to the handsome man who is my perfect partner.” you respond.

The wine is a little dry. But then again, we really haven’t had wine in a while aside from that sweet communion wine at church.

“So, what was the article in the women’s magazine about?” I ask. “Ways to seduce your husband?”

You smile and lean forward to kiss me. “ ‘10 ways to surprise you lover’ And the food and wine combination is only one of them.” I kiss you softly. “What are the other 9 ways? Are you going to tell me, or will I have to wait?”

You press closer and your tongue slowly goes into my mouth. You kiss me deeper and more passionately, then release me. “You will have to wait.” You say with a devilish grin.

I slowly look around, wondering if any had been watching. You lean in closer and say, “Let them watch. If you are lucky, they will get a good show.”

The night continues on like this. You are in a playful and seductive mood.

We feed each other oysters. The article was right, the flavor of the wine goes well with the tang of the oysters. After a bit, you excuse yourself to go to the ladies’ room.

More than once I commented about how happy I am that the table cloth hides how hard I am. My excitement is caused by your sexy tone and attitude, the cut of your dress which is barely hiding your lovely breasts, and you moving your hand under the table to my lap from time to time to squeeze my hard cock through my pants.

Once you return and sit, you take my hand and move it under the table, guiding it up the slit in your dress, up along the tops of your stockings and thighs, until you place it on your bare pussy. Leaning in again you whisper “I have been teasing you, so now it is your turn to tease me back. The anticipation of that already has me damp.” You say as you then place a wet finger to my lips. I kiss it and taste your flavor. I slowly move the fingers under the table, along your damp pussy lips. Moving them up and down. I look deeply into your eyes as I occupy my other hand with my wine glass. “ ‘10 ways to Surprise your lover.’ I think I should have read the article.” I say as I take a sip of my wine. You feel my fingers slowly moving into your sweet wet cunt. 

You take my wine glass from me and sip it. “I think you will do just fine without reading it.”

“Is there something else I can get for you, Sir and Madam?” asks the waiter. We were so focused on each other we hadn’t noticed him, or anyone else in the restaurant. “We have a dessert menu, if you would like to look at it?”

You try to keep your composure as you feel my fingers slowly sliding deeper into your pussy. “Yes, I would like a moment to read the dessert menu. Don’t you think we need a few minutes to discuss dessert, Darling?” “Whatever you would enjoy, my love.”

You take the small laminated sheet. “Please give us a few minutes.” You say as you feel my thumb slowly rubbing your clit. “Very good, Madam”

“I, so badly want to crawl under this table and suck your cock in front of everyone.” You say in a low tone. The elderly couple in the table near us might have overheard, because the man makes a coughing noise for a moment, as his wife gives you a knowing look and slight smile.

“Let’s get the check and finish up in the car. I would hate to get kicked out, for causing a scene, or have to have an ambulance called.” I say as I motion my head towards the elderly couple. You lean in and nibble my ear lobe. “You are right, but it is so tempting to flash everyone on my way out.” “That would definitely be a way to surprise your lover.” I say, chuckling.

As the waiter brings the check he smiles, and says “I hope you enjoyed everything.”

I sign the receipt, leaving him a nice tip. “Yes,” I say as I hold you in a sideways hug “We enjoyed everything tonight. We hope to return another time.” You put your arm behind me and squeeze my ass, knowing that the elderly couple will clearly see it.

Once we get into the car, you have me move my seat back and lean it as far back as I can. “Undo your pants. I want to ride you while we are still here in the parking lot.”

I undo my pants, sit in the seat, and lean back as you straddle me. You lift your dress as you lower yourself on my hard cock. Guiding the tip into position, you slowly work me into you, going up and down until I am fully there. The smooth feeling of the stockings on your legs feel good as you rock back and forth. Grinding your wet cunt harder and faster as I reach up, slide your breasts free, and grip your nipples. My fingers pinch your hard nipples as you press your clit hard against me. You feel your pleasure building. You tighten your knees around me as you cum. I let go of your nipples and grab your hips. You feel me thrust up into you. “I’m almost there.” I say, breathing harder and gripping your hips. In a moment, you feel me thrust and hold it as I cum inside of you.

I release you and you climb off of me. Then you straighten your dress, and I pull up my slacks. You notice a few people getting into their cars. Maybe they had been watching you. The thought of that turns you on a bit. “I think we put on a show.” You tell me as you sit down and buckle up. “Mmmm, I wish I had known. Maybe I would have cum sooner.”

I lean over and kiss you passionately. “Let’s go and send the babysitter home.”

You kiss me back, and grab my hand tightly. “Thank you for tonight. I love you so much.”

“I know. I love you too.”

“By the way, did you do all 10 things from the article?”

You lean close and whisper in my ear. “That’s for me to know, and you to find out.” You snuggle closely as we drive back home.