A mix of all three, Jaclyn's art of seduction

Sagira swallows, glancing up from his menu at Jaclyn. Their eyes met for the briefest a moment could be. However, he could feel her intense gaze in his eyes before returning to the menu once more. Her foot very carefully caressed the back of his left calf, gliding so gently that he began to wonder if it was just his mind playing tricks on him. Right before the feeling reached the dip toward the back of the knee, the feeling vanished. It was as if nothing had happened. His dick was rock hard as passionate thoughts of being pressed up against Jaclyn raced through his mind.

His dick pulsed with desire, but he couldn't do anything about it now. Heck, he wasn't even sure that anything had happened outside of his own mind. She leans forward while tipping her menu as well, giving him a glimpse of the skin beyond her white blouse just above her clavicle. Although he didn't see anything scandalous, the slight peek beyond what he had seen before was a little titillating. She coyly smiles while angling her menu toward her generous bosom. "There are so many wonderful choices here." She slowly licks her upper lip. "Mm! Just thinking of the juicy possibilities whets my appetite."

Her eyes glance at his for a moment. "So, tell me..." She leans in a little, her menu slightly bobs as if to direct his attention toward her neck again. "Is there anything here that, whets your appetite, Sagira?" Blood rushes to his cheeks, making the room feel that much warmer. "Oh, um? Yes, um. There are so many wonderful choices in front of me." He gently fans himself with his menu. "Um, is it getting hot in here?" His eyes alternate between looking into her eyes and looking at the menu.

Her lips purse as she gently lays her menu down. Her left hand's fingertips glide tenderly along the back of his right forearm. "Hmm, it does feel a bit warmer here." He nervously giggles while glancing at her hand. His whole body felt like it was on fire. 'She's going to make me melt before we can even place our order!' That was when the waiter approached, breaking the tension between them. He tried to relax as they placed their order. But, as time progressed, he became more certain that this was more than a friendly date.

Their menus were taken, leaving him defenseless against her intense and alluring gaze. She glanced at his hands before looking into his eyes. "Let's play a game." He tilts his head a little. "A game?" She smirks while glancing back at his hands. "Mhm, and since this is a date of sorts. I would like to play an original game of mine called Reflective Questions." He leans in a little. The title of this game was bizarre and could mean a variety of things. "How do you play this game?"

She smiles as she places her hands upon the table. "We ask questions of the other we would like the other to ask us." She tenderly caresses his fingers upon the table with her left hand. "After the other person replies, we give our answer to that very same question. If the other person doesn't answer, neither person answers." She runs her pointer finger along his ring finger. "We can ask up to five questions. A question that isn't answered doesn't count against that total."

Warmth rushes to his cheeks as he watches her touch his finger. She runs her middle finger along his. "You can learn a lot about someone even if they don't answer. It's wise to take your time and think about what you want to be asked." She turns her hand over and slides it under his, lifting it up with hers. She turns her hand around and presses her palm against his. "Like our digits, we'll get to ask five questions. But, like a mirror, there will be a total of ten questions answered by the end."

He looks down slightly. 'Hmm, that is quite the minefield. This is a beautiful and terrifyingly clever game. It sounds innocent, but it could reveal everything you want to hide if the right questions are asked. It all depends on those playing.' His eyes look up into her eyes. She is gazing gently into his eyes. "So, what do you say?" Her fingers gently laced with his. "Are you up for it?" He swallows, looking at their hands. She squeezes gently, but her eyes never leave his while awaiting his answer.

There was no longer any doubt in his mind. This was a real date. His hand gently squeezes hers. "I'd love to." She brightly smiles. The smile upon her face was far more radiant than anything he had ever seen in his life. "Great. Would you like to start? Or shall I?" His hand gently pulled back from hers as he began nibbling on his bottom lip. Going first or second would show the type of person he was too. She was clearly a smart woman, and far beyond what he had expected to find within such a short period of time. Everything about her was enticing.

Not only was she physically appealing, but her mind was as well. This made him far more excited to be with her, but he needed to think this through. A few seconds later, the waiter came back with their drinks. Allowing even more time for him to think. He glances at her raspberry lemonade before looking at his cherry soda. 'Little things like this are telling too.' He shook his head, realizing that he might be overthinking things now, but that was acceptable. He was already further than he expected to be. Heck, he just met this beautiful and clever woman today. Should he go first or second? Regardless of the first answer, when it becomes his turn, should he ask something silly, deep, clever, enticing, intellectual, and/or provocative?