Daidi drives us to the restaurant He has chosen for our evening together. As He parks, the sunset over the ocean catches my attention. Waiting for my door to open, i then place my hand in His for Him to help me out of the car. Once to my feet, i pause with my body a breath apart from His. His finger moves under my chin to lift my face, our eyes meeting. Daidi doesn't smile often, but i can see it in His eyes. His lips place a soft kiss on my forehead as i lean towards Him. Our magnetic attraction is always evident.
We walk hand in hand through the doors. Daidi checks on our reservation as i stand just behind Him. The hostess leads us to a secluded booth with a stunning view. A bottle of Pinot noir is already chilling on the table. Daidi sits next to me, thigh to thigh. The heat off His body sets mine ablaze. After we ordered, Daidi places His hand on my thigh. i take a sip of my wine, knowing i need to drink it slowly since i don't drink often. i blush at feeling the warmth of his hand resting on my thigh. i feel him lean towards me, whispering in my ear, "Are you wet?"
Dinner tasted amazing but i was completely distracted feeling Daidi's hand rubbing up and down my inner thigh. His pussy has stayed wet the entire duration of dinner. i am nervous on how my pants will look when we get up from the table, but this isn't the first time walking in a public place with wet thighs. Daidi leads us to the car, backing me up against the passenger door. My breath quickens as my eyes look up. His smoldering gaze meets mine. "You know what Daidi needs right now baby". i quickly nod my head.