At a fine steak restaurant

You sit at your table in the dim restaurant, awaiting your girl. The place is ancient, pre-Prohibition era, and smells of smoke, leather and decades or fine steaks. You are in a private booth around the way, tucked far enough from the main room to be private, but surprisingly near the entrance. Probably a throw back to when mobsters ate here, you think. You have a short tumbler of your favorite hard liquor over ice on the table, spinning it on the little puddle of condensation that has pooled under it as you wait for your date.

A waiter smiles as he rounds the corner leading a woman to your table. She was just what you expected. Green eyes jump out and kiss you from her freckled face framed by her auburn hair. Your mind races, imagining what her hair would smell like as you held her close in an embrace. She has a shiny green satin top trimmed in black, cut low to reveal a sprinkling of freckles across the pale skin of her chest. She has a soft black half jacket, just long sleeves and a torso down to her ribs, covering her like a lovers cuddle. Her skirt is the same shiny satin, but pleated and covered in some swirling embossed pattern. You can't but help to notice the slight bulge in the pleats in the front.

She smiles politely at the waiter, then he hurries off to fetch her a glass of wine and a fresh basket of bread. Your eyes have been locked on her the whole time, staring in disbelief that she's real. She's enjoying herself immensely from all the attention.

She blushes as her mouth forms a wide grin, and she leans across the table with her eyes sparkling. You do the same, as her body language screams she wants to share a secret with you. You smell her perfume as you two are close enough to share your breath, your head cocked with your ear close to her mouth.

Instead of a whisper in your ear, she sticks her tongue in it.

You jump back in surprise, although it was not unpleasant. In fact, you're pretty sure her tongue is pierced. She's beaming across the table from you giggling behind her hands. "I had to do something, you were just all so serious!"

You both laugh at the situation just as the waiter returns. You both get an order of steak in, succulent prime rib with sides, nothing to heavy as you both intend on some serious activity after dinner.

Dinner passes with some small talk, nothing you can recall, but you both talk to each other like the oldest of best friends, like soul mates. Check paid for the two of you head for the front door to retire home for the evening, but as you pass the coat check room ...