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They looked at each other and wordlessly exchanged the thoughts and remembrances of the phone calls, each one more personal than the last. Those calls had lead to some tasty email exchanges and steamy online chats, and culminated in a hot sexy phone call that had left them both as spent and drained as if they had actually had sex. It was obviously destined for them to meet face-to-face and the idea was very mutual and arranged quickly and eagerly. They had first met near where he lived and then near her place. Their jobs and travel obligations kept them from a regular schedule, but their imagination and mutual desire worked in their favor and they had gone on to meet several times, each time coming up with a different kind of theme or setting. There was a theatre weekend in Toronto; an antiques hunting trip to Western New York state; and a ski weekend in northern Michigan. They had planned something special for Valentine's Day, but when business took precedence, David had arranged this trip, hoping to make up for the postponement.
They stood close together, talking and exchanging such deep looks that the other patrons gathering outside couldn't help but notice these two lovers by the railing; the admiring looks of the men were telling of how they wished to be with Holly, the women obviously wishing to be her. But the lovers weren't mindful of the attention, so content were they to share the moment and the growing starlight while they waited for dinner to be called.
They took a quick tour of the place before looking for their seats. David took her arm and led her down the large gilded staircase. How many other lovers had taken that same path over the years? For these moments in the sparkle of each other's eyes, the answer didn't matter for they were together now, arm in arm, taking an eternal stroll around the promenade and down the stairs.
The main floor dining room was filling up by the time they had descended to the main floor. They found their way over to their table and joined the others who were already seated. Holding the chair for her, David helped Holly seat herself and sat closely beside her. Introductions were exchanged all around. Ironically, a middle-aged couple seated across from David was from a town near where he lived, while the two older couples next to Holly lived about a half hour away from her. As they exchanged pleasantries, Holly leaned in close to David.
"What do you think of these folks next to me?" she whispered into his ear.
"Cute," he whispered in reply, checking out how the women were sitting net to Holly and the men in then next two seats. "I'll bet when they travel the men ride together in the front."
"That's what I thought. It's so silly!" Holly whispered with a chuckle before leaning over to lick his ear. David could easily see the disapproving look on the face of the lady seated next to Holly as she looked on. He smiled and nodded in the old babe's direction and she in turn leaned over and whispered something in her friend's ear.
They were joined a few minutes later by a younger couple, which took the last pair of seats at the table next to David. There was something about these late arrivals that made him identify with them. Perhaps it was the loving looks they exchanged, or the way they held hands under the table. David smiled and reached over to Holly's lap and took her hand in his. She squeezed it and pressed it flat against her thigh, opening her legs and pulling it down between them. His fingers tips trembled eagerly as he felt the silky stockings and her warm thighs beneath. Not missing a beat of the polite table conversation, Holly brought her own hand back up to lift her wine glass and ease into the current discussion.
For his part, David slipped his fingers further up her thigh, past the silk stocking and lace top to the smooth warm silky skin of her tender thigh. Nodding and occasionally adding his part to the flow of talk he slowly eased his hand up farther and farther until his pinky touched the thin silky material of Holly's panties. Pressing his pinky and ring fingers closer to her warm spot that was now getting wet, he kept an eye out for her reaction. His fingers found the smooth warm slit between her legs. Holly smiled, spreading the napkin over her lap a bit wider, and chatted politely. Only once, as he pressed his fingers particularly close, did she flinch. So there he kept his hand, sliding his palm and fingers back and forth on her thigh and pussy.
As the waiters began circulating to take the last drink orders before dinner, Holly suddenly looked at David. He could see that she was biting her lower lip and thought he saw a tiny little bead of sweat forming on her brow.
"Could you excuse me?" she asked him. "I'll be right back."
Clutching her purse, she got up from the table and quickly headed toward the ladies restroom.
"Pretty lady you have there," one of the older men said, his eyes following her every step of the way.
"Quite lovely!" said the other one, only to receive a firm nudge from his wife beside him.
"Thank you. I'm very fond of her too," David responded with a smile. He enjoyed the look on the faces of the older men, wishing and dreaming of what he had and would be living. And when he glanced at the older women and saw their look of disapproval, he smiled politely, wondering just what bothered them so much. Sure there was an apparent difference in their ages, and they weren't ashamed to openly flirt with each other. He was glad when the other couple piped in with some small talk.
When Holly returned, she took her seat beside David and spread the napkin across her lap again. As David went to replace his hand on her thigh, she appeared to pull something out of her purse. She hand found his and pressed something into his palm. As his fingers clutched the object, there was no mistaking that it was her panties. He could feel the dampness as he held them before slipping them into his jacket pocket. Replacing his hand on her thigh, he quickly retraced his previous path and as she spread her legs was delighted to find her smooth shaven pussy waiting for him.
Shortly the stage lights were brought up and the cast of the floorshow came out to warm up the audience, introducing themselves and some of the special groups and celebrants in the audience. At the end of their brief warm-up, they introduced the wait staff that paraded out with the salads, and David decided to retrieve his hand for the sake of feeding himself. But even as the entrees were served, he slipped his hand back down whenever possible. At one point during dinner, after having slipped his fingers just up inside her, he brought his fingers up and licked them as she looked on smiling warmly. The others may have thought it was the juice from his prime rib, but she knew better.
David ate hungrily and finished his meal first among those at the table. This of course gave him the opportunity to slip his hand back between Holly's lovely legs. Emboldened by his previous success, he moved his fingers as far up and in her as possible. She had spread her legs enough that his middle finger could part her and rub up against her clit. Starting very slowly but increasing his pace, he began to finger her with all the quiet passion possible in such a public setting. She had pretty much finished her meal but was clearly distracted by the under napkin action.
"So how is your dinner?" asked the older gal next to her.
"Oh, terrific!" she blurted out, perhaps a bit louder than the others expected.
David drove his fingers harder against her wet sex. He could see that his fingers were having the desired effect on her and he could tell that she was biting down on her lip again to keep from calling out in response to his movements. With just a series of delicate flicks against her clit, David was able to make her cum. He felt her thighs clamp his hand tightly like a vice. There was an increased flush in her cheeks and a spreading glistening sheen on her forehead. Of course, it had to be Holly whom the busboy approached first when clearing the table.
"Are you finished, M'am?" he asked.
"Oh, yes!" she called out loudly. "I'm there!"
The others around the table smiled, unknowing, but the lady next to her looked down to see the bulge of David's hand beneath the napkin and glared disapprovingly. David withdrew his hand finally and brought his napkin up to his mouth a final time.
"How about some fresh air, Dear?" he asked, leaning over toward Holly.
"Yes, I need to freshen up anyway," she replied.
They stood up and excused themselves from the table. He held out his arm and Holly looped her hand inside it as they strolled toward the doorway leading out toward the patio. Once though the doors and into the fresh evening air, Holly began to laugh aloud.
"You, you, you, ... you!" she said. "I can't believe you did that!"
"It was your idea, Darlin'," he replied. "Besides I didn't hear you tell me to stop."
"Right!" she laughed. "Like I'm supposed to say, 'Excuse me, but could you remove your hand from my pussy?'" Holly pulled him toward her near the railing. "Thank you anyway, that was so hot! I couldn't believe how hard you made me come!"
"Did you see the looks that old broad was giving you?" he asked her.
"Giving us, you mean," she replied. "I'll bet it's been a long time since her old man came close to doing something like that to her."
"If ever," David cracked.
They embraced and kissed, bringing a smile to the faces of the few other passersby who were stepping out for some fresh air. But Holly and David were oblivious and aware of only each other, their eyes centered on one another, their warm bodies embracing, and their breath commingling.
"You know what that means, though, don't you?" she asked impishly.
David shook his head.
"It's your turn during the floor show!" she sang out.
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