Not right now!

Sarah pretends to pout, and turns her head away. The waiter comes back, and Sarah plays the irritated girlfriend to a hilt, being very short with the waiter, and ignoring your attempts at humor to cover her annoyance. The waiter shrugs and leave after you both order, and you grab Sarah's thigh and give it a squeeze, where you know no once can see it.

"Cut it out," you chuckle. Sarah leans in and kisses you quickly.

"But I'm having fun," she tells you. She grips your knee and looks down at you. "You could be, too, you know."

"What are you talking about?" you ask. Sarah looks around for onlookers, and whispers, "I'm not wearing any underwear." You look at her in shock and she leans back. Sure enough, her nipples are poking through the dress, revealing her lack of a bra. She follows your stare with a laugh.

Your cock begins to stir and Sarah bites her lip in that mischevious way she usually does right before you two fuck.

"Wanna meet me in the men's room, stud?" she asks, blatantly gripping your cock and stroking it. "I'll make it worth your while." You groan, and quickly look around, trying to make sure that no one heard you.