I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the restaurant yesterday.I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the restaurant yesterday. First of all, she wasn't late like she usually is. In fact, she was there ahead of me, and had already been seated. I liked the booth she'd selected. Mandy always picks the booth that pleases her. It's part of the privilege of eating out, she claims. At any rate, this booth was at the very back of the restaurant. Immediately on the booth's left was a huge window overlooking a park. The window was at the very edge of our table, so we had an excellent view of the rose gardens and any joggers who happened by. I noticed immediately that Mandy sat facing the rear wall of the eatery, another thing odd about her behavior today. I didn't dwell upon this, though, ,and set about scanning the menu for something to eat. I heard something drop onto the floor softly; then, to my surprise, I felt Mandy's stockinged foot slide along my inner thigh until it encountered the bulge of my cock. I looked at her sharply, but she merely smiled and studied her own menu. Her toes nudged at my cock, disconcerting me further. Try as I might I could not concentrate upon the menu. The waiter came, a young Hispanic kid of twenty, and asked whether we were ready to place our order. "Yes," Mandy said, and chose shrimp and a small steak. The waiter nodded, scribbling, and eyed Mandy's breasts openly. I was used to this. Mandy had the kind of tits that even women admired. She did nothing to conceal them, and dressed to emphasize them. My eyes, too, dropped to her blouse-covered tits as the waiter eyed them. Mandy was still toeing my cock under the table when the waiter remembered my presence and thought to ask what I wanted to eat. Unable to think, I simply said I'd have what Mandy was having. He nodded and left. I tried to look out the window, but Mandy lifted the scooped neckline of her blouse and fanned herself as if warm. I had to look back at her, for I knew she was doing this to capture my attention. |