We go out to a nice dinner and right before we order I head to the bathroom. I come back and slip something into your pocket. You slide your hand in and realize it’s my panties. You look at me and I laugh. You drag my chair so I’m right next to you. You casually rest your hand on my knee for a moment, then you lightly trace patterns with your fingertips. You slide your fingers along my thigh and realize I’m wearing thigh highs.
You roughly grab my thigh and slide my leg toward you. You whisper to me, “What are you trying to do to me?” I kiss your neck and say, “Nothing.” You continue to tease me by sliding your hand up and down my thigh. You can tell you’re getting to me because I’m practically moaning.