I peered across the table over the rim of my drink at him, trying to communicate with my eyes that I was ready to leave. We’d had great conversation all night, but I was ready for more. What I had in mind for the night wouldn’t require words.
He got the hint, signalling for the waiter to come over and bring us the bill. We paid and left the restaurant, and as we exited he placed a hand on the small of my back, just above my ass, sending shivers down my spine. Insatiable, I started to get wet with anticipation for what the rest of the night would hold.
The car ride back to my apartment was brutal. We continued conversing, but the air was tight with tension. We caught each other’s eyes a few times, and I could see the same hunger in his that was shining in mine. His hand massaged my thigh, slowly working its way higher, never quite reaching the spot between my legs that was growing wetter and wetter. Once we arrived, no words were exchanged – we immediately made our way to my bedroom.