Yes

Even as the waitress walks away smiling, Felicity sits in shock at what just happened. As she looks towards him, she watches as he brings his fingers up from beneath the table, and as he did only recently with the wine, he runs fingers under his nose, inhaling.

"Ah yes, a very fine vintage indeed Flis, sweet, fresh, and one that I'm sure will linger on the tongue." As if to prove the last point, he lets a finger move over his lips, sucking it, sucking her wetness from it. "Mmmmmm" he murmurs as he leaves the finger between his lips for a moment, "yes, I think I could drink that directly from the source soon."

The meaning is clear to her, making her smile at the thought that he would be having her again, and hopefully soon. She can't help but squeeze her thighs together, feeling the sensitivity of her body there, feeling how wet her thighs have become as her wetness drips from her sodden pussy. Suddenly she is slightly worried by that thought, wondering if maybe by the time their meal is over, her dress could be soaked through, wondering how she will leave the restaurant without it showing.

To distract herself she turns her attention to the menu, studying the choices, trying instead to focus on lunch rather that what is going to be coming afterwards. When the waitress returns a few minutes later, she has picked out her lunch, something light she tells herself. The waitress acts as if nothing has happened, smiling and laughing relaxed with them as they give their orders.

"Yes, something light" the waitress compliments their choices, "leaves plenty of space for desert" she adds with a knowing smile to the two of them.

The conversation flows as he asks more about her life, her family, her education, her future, and she openly answers every question as freely as she had the evening before, so eager to share with him. Food arrives and is consumed, all the time they continue talking, the conversation relaxed as if they have known each other for ages and not just the one day it has so far been.