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We have a dinner date at a nice restaurant. We've been meaning to hit it up for a while now. We both clean up well and it's fun to dress up once in a while. You have this … dress and before we walk out the door, I grab you from behind, pull you in and whisper into your ear, "leave your panties here."

You giggle and make a show of bending over to slide your thong down your legs then flick it at me. I catch it, bring it up to my mouth and kiss it.

At the restaurant, we sit down. It's a small table with a long table cloth. Dinner was french, buttery and delicious. About half way through the entree you're startled to feel one of my feet caressing your calves. We make eye contact across the table.

My big toe makes its way up your leg, tracing out a meandering path past your knee to your thigh. You watch me shift my weight just slightly in my seat and my foot slides between your legs, toes brushing the folds of your pussy.

Dessert arrives. Creme Brulee. You crack the hardened sugar with your spoon just as my toe presses in on your clit. I rub your moistening pussy in little circles as I watch you deliberately and tremblingly spoon small bites of bliss into your mouth.

"You're an asshole" you say, fighting to keep your composure, feeling an orgasm building. "I'm gonna get you when we get home." I grin.

"Check Please!"

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