She raises her eyebrow in question then lets a perverted smile form on her plump, pink lips. He catches this right away and chuckles, raising his eyebrows in response “You’re dirty, but you’ll pay for that too… do you want to go to the Vietnamese place?” She purses her lips now, her body still tense from earlier, now begins to relax ” That sounds good, they’re not too busy on Tuesdays.” 

In the next hour in their apartment you can hear sounds that describe their usual evenings. A keyboard as he answers work e-mail, the turn of a page as he catches up on the scores from yesterdays game. The sound of water hitting the tiles in their bathroom from her hot shower and then the low hum of a blow dryer as she gets ready to have dinner with Lance. In her room she goes through her closet, “Will he like this one? no he’s seen me in it too many times…” She discards the black, low cut dress onto the floor. Picking up a red one and immediately discarding it too “Were just having dinner, no big thing.” She goes through colors, styles, then finds one she hasn’t seen in a while. A brown body hugger, he once said showed off her natural tan. She smiles as it slips onto her body, the cut low enough to show but not tell. The skirt of the dress at least five inches above her knee. She grabs an apricot colored scarf and her jacket, heads out of the room and finds him keys in hand by the door. “Hey…” he looks her up and down, smiling softly “Hey, i like that dress.” She tries to contain the smile but it’s too late, she can feel the muscles on her face straining. 

The host gives them a table far to the back in a corner near two or three tables, only one occupied but they cannot see the occupier. The place is warmly lit and smells of spices and steamed things. Viet’s is warm enough to take off their jackets and relax, their food arriving shortly after their order. They eat in peace, watching each other. She notices his eyes move about to her lips then her cleavage. She sits straight, giving him a better view of the supple peek of flesh. His eyes droop in appreciation, and her knees get weak under the table. Her eyes wander to his fore arms, his dress shirt is rolled up to his elbow, it fits him well enough to see the outline of his arms. She swallows, noticing there is no food in her mouth and moves her eyes slowly to his strong jaw and mouth. His mouth. It gives her a smile because he has noticed her watching him and her eyes dart to his hands.

“Annie… scoot your chair in please.” She looks up and smiles sheepishly, she scoots her chair until their knees are touching. Her body feels waves of shock as he places her hand on her knee.  ”Good…i can see you better this way.” He whispers now and leans over the table slightly. It’s small enough to not be a barrier so he can lean in and his face is right in front of hers. “How was your day Annie?” She feels a slight pang of nervousness as he asks this, her hand is resting on the table and she lifts it, fitting it in his. “Good, just a lot of work, classes were okay but i worked on my projects in the library and you know how they get in there…” He nods along, his fingers caressing hers. “How was your day sweetie?” His eyes move slowly, painfully so from her hand to her chest until they make eye contact. “Mine…was great. Work was a bit rough but when isn’t it? and apart from not hearing from my love, it was…alright.” She smiles down at the table cloth, the plates long gone, her glass of water full to the brim. She picks it up and takes a nervous sip, nodding.

“Do you think you could make it better?” She pays close attention to him, nodding slowly, her smile fading as his grip in her knee tightens. The noise from the kitchen and the busier part of the restaurant startle her because she realizes they are in a public place. She blinks rapidly replaying his request in her head, but she doesn’t have to because his grip increases as he repeats it “Show me, slut.” She knows exactly what he wants. Her hands are trembling as she tries to scope her surroundings without being obvious. She doesn’t see anyone but the noise behind her is enough to make her face flush a deep pink. 

He licks his lips and stares her down, his hand going under her and pulling the  chair in closer. She moves slowly, moving her scarf aside covering her right side with it as she pulls the left side of her dress to reveal her white lace bra. His hand moves past her knee to her thigh, rubbing it slow and hard, her hands trembling again, she grasps the strap and pulls it down to the side of her shoulder. She lets out a low breath as his middle and pointer finger caress the lace of her panties. A quick shiver passes through her body and she looks down at the table, not daring for eye contact as she pulls the fabric covering her tits, down. She feels her flesh roll out abundantly, like her bra was trapping it. Her nipples tense as they hit the air, he reaches across the table discreetly and pulls in her tender nipple. Her mouth forms an “Oh” with no sound. His forms a grin made purely of pleasure.