You shift in your seat as you look to wave down the waitress and I steal a glance down to your lap where a large bulge has become quite prominent. I feel my face grow warm instantly and hurriedly look back up to meet your gaze.
“Are you alright?” You ask with a knowing smirk. “You look a little flushed.”
“Do I? Must just be a little warm.” I reply, staring intently down at the menu in front of me.
You adjust in your seat again and I glance back over, quickly, but not quick enough.
“I see…” you begin, “are you having a bit of trouble concentrating on the menu, love? It seems to be taking you an awful long time to decide what you want.”
I lie. “Nope. Just lots of options is all.” My face grows hotter as I feel your gaze trained on me. I reach for my water glass, desperately trying to cool myself down.
“So….then you’re not thinking about my hard cock?”
I choke on my water and sputter out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No?”