[MF] Wine Bar

Ive been trying to be as responsible as possible, keeping social distance. Limiting interactions as much as possible, staying at home. Only in the summer months did I eat at a restaurant outside (observing social distancing). I haven’t eaten inside since this has started. Its been nearly a year since ive been on a date – touched and felt the touch of another and I can’t take it any longer.
I pull up my dating apps and others looking for someone who I connect with and who’s willing to meetup. Tinder, reddit, Match even Fetlife.
FetLife and Tinder have their benefits – Its a little easier to be upfront about what im looking for. Some good conversation. Some good drinks. The possibility of hooking up is a given.
After some time sifting though R4R results and a few days of messages Ive found her. She’s smart and funny and more then a little flirtatious
We agree to meet at a little wine bar that takes (now) reservations for time slots to limit the number of people inside.
We both agreed to dress up a bit for the evening, since we hadn’t been out for a while. I put on a basic dark gray suite, but decided to go sans a tie. When we met at the bar she was stunning. She was wearing a simple but very nice black cocktail dress that went halfway down to her knees. I gave her a little smile as we walked inside.
Because of the limited seating we were directed to our table, a tall table with stools that have a backing to the in a corner. The place is dimly lit with candles on the tables. The Waiter came to our table and took our orders, and came back with 2 glasses.
2 gasses became 4 as the evening goes by quickly. The conversations are easy and not forced, the pent up desire for face to face meeting and the wine lubercating the words helping.
On the way back from the restroom I see you sitting on the stool and catch of glimpse of your dress – the hem of it had risen enough to show a few more inches of your thigh. You catch me catching a glimpse.
As is sit back down we both share a little smile and I lean in over the table and say “you look absolutely stunning. How about you uncross your legs” you place your feet on the cross section of the stool and I reach my foot under the table and rest it between them and and use my leg to gently press yours slightly apart.
“Just looking at you is arousing me” we really have not had that much to drink. But the atmosphere and you and the pent-up desire has me emboldened. My hand reaches under the table and my fingers find your right thigh “I wonder what you’re wearing under that dress?”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kj1qt7/mf_wine_bar