Invite Doe to Join You for Dinner

"Well...." you say as your gaze wanders up and down Doe's shapely body.

A slight grin crosses Doe's lips as she replies suggestively, "Yes??"

"I would like to invite you to dinner in the most romantic restaurant on this ship. It would be our first date", you say impishly.

At the sound of "date", Doe's face breaks into a broad smile and her eyes twinkle as she jokes, "Well, John, you don't waste much time, do you?"

As the two of you leave the bar, you take Doe's hand firmly, drawing Doe close enough to you, that your bodies brush lightly as you walk. The restaurant food is excellent. You and Doe eagerly consume all of the bottle of wine that you ordered, giving both of you a buzz that is both relaxing and promising.

As the meal progresses, you slowly position your legs so that they lightly touch Doe's under the table. Much to your delight, Doe does not pull her legs back. In fact, by the time you are both tipping your empty wine glasses, Doe has hooked her right heel behind your left one and is slowly rubbing the back of your calf. Your excitement is hard to contain; you sense that Doe knows this and is secretly pleased to be in control.

Your meal, without dessert, is now finished. Both of you have finished your wine. The rising sexual tension between you and Doe is unmistakable.