Romance by candlelight

Aaron stepped gingerly out of the car, reluctantly holding on to Ted’s hand for support. The heels he had on were high, painful, and he was unsteady on them. His ankle wobbled a bit and he fell into Ted. “Easy there, Erin,” Ted said, holding his date up. “Let me help you.” Ted slid Aaron’s arm around his waist and held on to his other hand.

Ted’s free arm went around Aaron’s waist, and Aaron just about jumped out of his skin when Ted’s hand settled firmly on his ass, kneading his cheek as they walked slowly into the restaurant. Aaron needed Ted’s support to navigate in the heels. And Ted made sure that Aaron’s free hand stayed on his waist. Aaron was stuck walking into the restaurant with Ted’s hand on his ass.

Unable to free himself from Ted’s embrace, the pair walked into the restaurant to the hostess’ booth, Ted guiding the way by gently adjusting Aaron’s ass with each step. Ted told the hostess the reservation name, and the hostess smiled broadly. “Of course, sir. The table you requested is all ready for your intimate evening. Right this way.”

Aaron senses were still on overload. The scent of the prefume, the tug of the garters with every step, the squeezing of his ass, he almost fell again when the hostess purred the word “intimate.”

Ted thanked his lucky stars as Erin kept rubbing her body against his. He felt himself start to become aroused as they walked to the table. He grinned as he throught of what he was going to do to her in bed later this evening....

They got to the table, which was outside on a small patio, set among several ivy covered pillars and foliage covered canopy, with soft music malting from hidden speakers. A champagne bucket sat nearby. The entire scene screamed ,”romance,” and Aaron really had no desire to be on the receiving end.

Ted pulled out the chair for Aaron. The corset, heels, and constricting dress made it somewhat awkward for him to seat himself, he wound up sliding his rear into the chair, giving Ted a good look down his impressive, yet pretend, cleavage. Ted smiled and seated himself, scooting his chair closer to Aaron’s.

A waiter showed up, introduced himself. He popped open a bottle of champagne and filled two flutes, one for each of them. The waiter walked the pair through the menu specials, and then left hem time to decide what they desired to eat. Aaron had little appetite. Between the corset and the thought that he was stuck on this date with another man, nothing really sounded appealing other than getting out of there and into some sweatpants. He wracked his brain trying to come up with a better excuse than, “I don’t feel well.” And once again, he felt Ted’s hand on his knee.

Meanwhile, Sarah slowly pulled up in her car across the street. She had her camera ready and was going to take pictures of the lovely couple all throughout their romantic dinner. After all, only the best, most embarrassing pictures should be shared, right? Perhaps the goodnight kiss would be embarrassment fodder, too!

She watched the couple, seeing Ted trying to work his hand up Aaron’s skirt, rubbing his knee, making sure his flute was filled. She about lost it when Ted actually fed her dad small bites off his plate. The sensual blowing in her Dad’s ear by Ted was priceless.

The knock on her car window made her give a small yelp. A police officer was knocking on her window! She immediately got nervous and rolled down the window.

“Uh... yes officer?”

“Evening Ma’am,” The officer said. “We got a call about someone stalking a man on a date. Would you happen to know anything about that?”

Sarah tried to casually hide her camera. “Uh... no officer. Why do you ask?”

“Is that a camera, Ma’am?” The officer said, flatly.

“Look, I can explain..” Sarah started to say.

“I’m sure you can.”

“My father is on that date!”

“Your ID please.”

The officer took Sarah’s license and went back to his car. He sat in there for a long time and came back to the car.

“Please step out of the car, Ma’am.”

Sarah began to panic. “Why? That’s my dad!”

“I spoke to the restaurant, Ma’am. The man’s name on the reservation is not related to you.”

“I can explain!” Sarah said as she got out of the car, grabbing her purse, rummaging through it.

“You can explain everything down at the station.”

“If I could just make one phone call...” and then she realized that she had taken her feminized father’s phone. There was no way she could call him!

“I’ll just take that,” the office said, confiscating her purse and helping Sarah into his patrol car. He pulled off, leaving Aaron alone on the date and Sarah being taken into custody.