Admit defeat, and reveal your erection to the other diners

You both continue a delightful conversation about travel and different cultures. Her sophistication itself was so alluring that you were starting to get a bit hard... but As the conversation continues, Meghan's explorer spirit continues to motivate her eager foot as it explores your leg under the table.

You blush as Meghan very gracefully draws the inside edge of her foot against your calf, rubbing up and down its length as if you were the bow to which this lovely violin was hinting its desire to be played. You blush even brighter when she starts seductively caressing your calf with the soft underside of her sole, gently squeezing herself into you and letting her toes playfully tease the body features they meet along the way.

"Waiter, can we have more wine please..." You ask nervously... your voice cracking halfway through. This elicits an even larger smile from Meghan who rather than laughing, seems to find your nervousness, adorable and flattering.

You try and continue your conversation, but you begin to worry over your growing arousal. Your chub is beginning to lift the napkin in your lap slightly... and the other diners have alarmingly unobstructed view under your table, given their lower position on the gradual slope the outdoor area is built on.

Meghan scoots her chair closer with a giggle, that elicits a bashful smile from you in return. She stares at you silently, running her tongue across her teeth as she smirks. You can only imagine the thoughts going through her head as she stares at you, this asymmetrical date putting you in the strange situation of being a vastly more interesting subject than anything else happening. You both start to awkwardly smile at each blushing brighter as you stare until you both chortle turning into wide open mouth smiles and some giggling.

"Have you ever had more fun on a date before? Be honest..." She asks you while smirking...

Honestly... This definitely is up there, in terms of memorability at least. You can't remember ever sharing such a magnetic attraction on a date before... But you think that Meghan is the one having all the fun since she's it's her date that's naked at dinner, not yours...

"Well, I don't think I've ever had as lovely company before... But..." you say.

"But?..." Her foot pauses it's massaging of your leg, hanging in position as her toes anxiously await your next words.

"I've had a lot of fun dates in the city..." you say nervously. "It's hard to beat dancing all night with someone to really great music..." You trail off, preparing to defend yourself with other really fun examples to not sound like a jerk...

Meghan's eyes light up brightly, and she sits upright smiling wider than ever before.

"Oh we do dancing here!" she says, contemplating for a moment. "We are definitely going dancing tonight" she says biting her lip, but unable to hide the huge, excited smile she has.

You gulp nervously... unwilling to sabotage how well things are going with her, but also hoping you can talk her down from dragging you out to a club with your current lack of an outfit. Your heart races at the thought, and the napkin in your lap rises further into the air. The slight resistance it confers only delighting and arousing you further, to your nervous dismay.

She slides her other shoe off letting it also loudly strike the floor, as if to certify that you are a both-shoes-off worthy date... You feel her other foot slide up against your same leg. Now both massaging and almost squeezing your shin and calf. They feel slightly cool as they press into your warm muscles on this comfortable summer night. It feels like they are pulling you closer to her with an increasing ****, the longer your conversation continues. You feel them flex, reorient, and squeeze in reaction to any cute comment of yours, or sometimes as an exclamation point for any remark Meghan made. Each playful touch of her toes makes your penis throb and quite visibly launch the napkin upward.

Your heart flutters. This girl is just simply adorable, and you are becoming quite enamored with her already. "What luck I managed to have meeting her, even if I had to be stripped naked to do it" You think to yourself... but that's no doubt at least partly to blame for why this date is going so well. She's steering the conversation back to discussing your nude body with increasing frequency, and admiring your confidence as her feet tug and grip your legs very overtly. It's all almost too much to bear, as you realize that your dick is now standing almost completely upright, draped in your napkin like some sort of ghost haunting your lap.

Her attraction has been communicated very loudly. You would have already left with her well before now on any other date, given how zealously the feet under the table are exploring you... But your food order hasn't even arrived yet! You're stuck here, continuing to put your nude body on display for the people at this restaurant... In particular showcasing your rapidly hardening manhood to a quite interested audience.

You hear other restaurant goers whisper about your growing erection. Although still covered by your napkin, it's quite clear to everyone in the restaurant what this pulsing teepee in your lap is hiding. You start panting slightly, distracted by the increasing whispers of very excited patrons across the restaurant, and perhaps yourself excited by how much of your anatomy you're inadvertently showcasing to them...

Meghan watches you breathing heavily and sweating as you silently stare off into the distance. Disappointed to see you off somewhere else rather than here with her, she grabs your hand on the table, leans over the table, and gently kisses it just once. The abruptness of this act is so utterly charming that your heart skips a beat. She looks up smiling at you, and you see well down her blouse accidentally. You don't mean to stare, but my god this is endearing and sexy all at the same time... That smile, those breasts, the feet eagerly squeezing your leg under the table...

Your penis throbs painfully as it instantly turns into a steel flagpole. You gasp as your cock starts throbbing wildly, waving around the white napkin in your lap like a flag of surrender. It comically only covers the tiniest portion of the tip as it flails, while dramatically calling attention to your throbbing vertical shaft now on display.

The whispers around you turn to louder conversations between tables... becoming increasingly loud as they attempt to talk over one another about the incredible thing happening in your lap...

"My god... look at that shaft!", "I can't believe this, I can't look away!", "That napkin's going to fling off any second! Please oh please oh please!"

You try not to pay attention to their comments, but it's making you only throb harder. You clearly can't hide it anymore and attempt to accept your defeat graciously. With a laugh, you reach down and grab the napkin from your lap... publicly sharing the unbelievable arousal your body wishes to express as your gigantic rigid erection desperately reaches further skyward.

The entire space is filled with loud gasps, and at least one long whimpering moan from some nearby table. Meghan turns to look at the other diners and then back at you, confused. Your smirk turns into a wide blushing smile... feeling quite proud of yourself as the murmurs turn to emphatic entranced ravings, loud cheering, and even applause.

Meghan turns back to you looking confused... You smile at her for a moment, reveling in all the vocal support you are receiving... enjoying it so much that your heart starts to race again, and you quickly begin panting as it's too much admiration to handle. You can feel the precum leaking out of your dick, as it throbs harder now, and gets painfully sore the louder the crowd gets. Your smile turns into wincing discomfort as you arch your spine leaning backwards in the chair. It feels like your dick is lifting you ass out of the chair as it rises higher in the air.

You're gasping for air even though you feel like you're on top of the world in this moment.

Meghan's confused look turns to one of concern... "Are you OK? What is happening?" she asks, watching you seemingly struggling in your chair...

You casually toss the napkin on the table and do your best to **** an awkward smile. Its almost as if everything else goes quiet, as your pounding heartbeat is deafening.