He leaves her just short

Even as she feels the familiar signs that she is so close; the fluttering in her stomach, the quiver of her pussy, the spasming of her thighs; he removes his hand once more, this time completely away from her body as he lifts up his own menu.

"Well, I do think I will have the steak" he informs her, his eyes on her, a little hint of amusement in his face as he takes in her anguished look. "Sorry, did you need a little more time?" he asks as if he has no idea why she is sitting there almost opened mouth. She breaths hard, trying to regain some composure as she looks at him, trying to decide if she should just reach down and finish the job herself! Finally she feels recovered enough to speak, "Can I have the same then" she asks softly, still unsure her voice would be steady enough if she tried to speak louder.

"Certainly Flis, you do look like you need some meat in you." She understands perfectly well the double meaning of his words and can't help but nod in agreement. "And to drink?" She considers the last question, settling on a barcadi breezer, knowing a little **** won't do any harm in settling her nervousness for whatever else he might be planning for later.

"Be right back then, don't do anything I wouldn't" he tells her with another grin, although she wonders what she could think of that he wouldn't do to her. She sits trying to recover a little as he wander inside to the bar to order their food and collect drinks. After a quick look around to make sure no one is looking her way, glad to see there are no signs people saw what just happened, she slips a hand into her lap and then down over her shorts where his fingers were barely two minutes ago.

"Oh christ" she mutters to herself as she discovers how wet she is there, and easing herself back just a little, she looks down to see a very clear wet patch soaked through her shorts. For a moment she is horrified, panicking at the thought of how she is going to be able to walk back to his car later without anyone seeing, but then relaxing as she considers that she has plenty of time and in the warm weather they should dry out. Just as she is thinking this, he returns, drinks in hand, placing hers on the table in front of her as he eases back down beside her.

The conversation between them is relaxed as he asks more about her, and she finds herself again telling him everything; where she is at college, what she is studying, what she likes to do. Soon the food arrives, the waitress putting the two plates down in front of them with a smile and telling them to enjoy as she looks from Felicity to him, not showing any sign of concern or surprise at seeing a man his age so close to a girl her age.