I rose as she walked into the nearly empty restaurant. She was dressed to the nines. Every single curve showing, and accentuated in her little, tight, black dress. She paused halfway to the table and I saw her remove her ring and put it in her clutch. As she approached my hand immediately found the small of her back as I pulled her into me. It took at least a full minute for her to regain her breath from the kiss that followed.
“Does he know?” I whispered in her ear, not in a fearful tone, but in a tone that commanded an answer.
“Yes” she answered and then added “Daddy” quietly as she looked up and faltered under my gaze… “This is our date Baby, no formalities here, and put your ring back on. I’m wearing mine, and he knows you’re here so it isn’t a secret.” I smirked as she fumbled and slowly slipped it back on.
I pulled my hand away letting my fingers trail up her spine as I moved to pull out her chair. Goose bumps rose on her skin from the touch as I helped her get situated. I seated myself beside her. The table was uniquely situated so that it was exposed enough that she would feel on display but isolated enough that the dim lighting would hide intimate happenings that were only meant for her and I.
As soon as we were both seated, the waitress stopped by our table. My hand wandered beneath the edge of the black dress. Lingering as it crossed her thigh finding, to my pleasure that panties were left at home and that she was already soaked. She glanced downward at the discovery, and I smiled. Inwardly amused, I watched as she bit her lip, while my fingers teased her damp lips.
I nonchalantly ordered drinks and food for us both, while she tried not to react to my touch as I slowly wet my fingers in her juices. My fingers slid in and out of her wetness as her face begin to show signs of struggle but still she tried not to react as I finished our order. Finally the waitress smiled at me sweetly and walked around the table, as I rubbed my dates clit even faster with my thumb. I could feel a shudder as the waitress leaned in to whisper something in her ear. She cupped her hand over her mouth to stifle her moans as she came on my hand. She stared at me with a look of confusion mixed with lust and need as she tried to contain herself.
As the waitress walked away smiling, I leaned in and kissed her one more time. “Tell me Baby what did the waitress say that got you so worked up?” I asked with a sly grin. “She said be a good girl and let yourself go and Daddy might just let her help clean me up later… How did she know and why would she say that?” I chuckled at the expression on her face…”because she is my wife Baby, I own the place… and you are a good girl for Daddy.”