He asks to touch her leg

Jake inched a bit closer to Abbie. The table obscured anyone's view of either of them below the midsection, but public is still public. Jake got nervous just thinking about it. He looked at Abbie, who was engrossed in the menu. Then he spoke.

"Abbie," he said quietly. "Can I touch your leg?"

She glanced up at him quickly. "Sure!" she said cheerfully, and returned to the menu.

He lowered his left hand under the table, and placed it on her knee. Gently, his used his fingers to pull up the material of the skirt, and stroked her thigh. As he moved his hand up and down her thigh, he heard her breathing become more labored. Occasionally, he dug his fingertips into her skin a little bit harder, and heard her breathe harder in response.

His fingers trickled down the inside of her thigh, and he felt her skin getting warmer as he moved up. As his hand drew further up her leg and closer to her pussy, he felt it get warmer and warmer. Abbie wiggled in her seat, both in aroused response to Jake's fingers and to spread her legs a little bit more.

Just then, Becky returned with coffee. "Here you go, folks. Here's cream and sugar. Are you ready to order?"

Jake looked at Abbie, who was definitely distracted by Jake's hand under the table.

"Ooh," she said, half about the food and half about Jake's hand. "I'll have the --" Jake squeezed her, and she let out a little squeal. She swallowed. "Excuse me! I'll have the mushroom and Swiss omelette, please." On the word "please," Jake squeezed her again, and the pitch of her voice shot up. Abbie's eyes opened wide. Becky looked at her, unsure of what might have caused her voice to do that, but then shifted her focus to Jake.

"And you?"

Jake said, "I'll have the scrambled eggs with sausage, please." He gave Abbie another squeeze, and she quivered a bit.

"Thanks, I'll have all of that right out to you." Becky took their menus and walked away.

Abbie looked at her coffee, and picked up the small container of cream. As she began to pour cream into her coffee, Jake pinched her leg again, causing Abbie to jolt her hand a bit and some of the cream landed on the table. "Ohhhh," said Abbie, again about half regarding the cream, and half regarding Jake's hands on her leg.

Jake looked around. "We don't have any napkins." The pool of cream began to dribble across the table, which must have been at a very slight incline. If no one stopped the small river of cream, it would soon land in Abbie's lap.

Jake called out, "Excuse me, Becky? Could we get a few napkins, please?"