A romantic meal

The next evening Alex suggested we go out for dinner at a nice but busy restaurant downtown. “Wear something short,” he said with that now-familiar eager look. “I want to watch you tease other people.”

I chose one of the new outfits we bought: a tiny black skirt that barely reached the middle of my thighs and a tight low-cut top with no bra. My nipples were clearly visible through the fabric as we walked into the restaurant. The hostess gave me a quick glance but seated us at a table near the center where many waiters and customers could see us.

As soon as we sat down I let my legs drift apart under the table. The skirt rode up high on my thighs. When our young male waiter came to take our order his eyes immediately dropped between my legs. I smiled at him sweetly and didn’t close my knees. Instead I shifted forward slightly, giving him a clear view of my bare pussy.

Alex watched the waiter’s reaction quietly, his hand resting on my thigh under the table. He was already hard.

Throughout the meal I kept teasing. Every time the waiter returned I spread my legs a little wider and made eye contact, biting my lip. At one point I “accidentally” dropped my fork and bent down slowly to pick it up, flashing my ass and pussy toward a table of three men nearby. They all stared openly.

While the waiter was away I slipped one foot out of my heel and slowly ran it up Alex’s leg under the table. He tensed but didn’t stop me. I pressed my bare foot against the hard bulge in his pants and started rubbing him slowly, giving him a secret footjob while I continued flashing the waiter and other customers.

Alex’s breathing grew heavier. He gripped the edge of the table but stayed silent, clearly loving the contrast between me teasing strangers and secretly pleasuring him at the same time.

I kept my foot moving, stroking him firmly through his pants while smiling innocently at the waiter whenever he returned. The risk of getting caught made everything feel even hotter. Alex eventually came in his pants with a quiet groan, his body shuddering as I continued rubbing him through the orgasm.

The waiter noticed something was off but couldn’t figure out what. I just gave him a sweet smile and ordered dessert.

By the end of dinner I was dripping wet and full of new fantasies. Alex was quiet but visibly satisfied and still turned on. On the drive home he admitted softly, “I want to watch you do more than just tease next time.”

The words sent a powerful thrill through me. This new dynamic between us was growing stronger every day.