Dinner & drinks

"I hope this restaurant serves wine John," she teases you as you drive her to the restaurant you chose for your date with her, squeezing your thigh.

"Why so hopeful about that Julie?" you ask her, smiling at her and brushing her thigh as she giggles and changes the subject.

You were definitely going to get that out of her later, but the night was going so well, there was definitely no need to push the issue for the time being, so you keep driving and make conversation with her until you arrive at the restaurant.

"Wait...I know this place," she says to you when you pull up, her eyes lighting up when she sees it, "they do serve wine here. You made a wise choice John."

"Just how wise are we talking about here Julie?" you ask her as you walk inside, feeling her pull your arm closer to her as she leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Put it this way baby: you let me get drunk on the wine here, and you're definitely getting some pussy tonight," she tells you, grabbing your crotch in front of everyone in the restaurant as she leads you to a booth.