Conversation turned to teasing. Teasing to seduction. Seduction to pure, unadulterated lust.

They sat in a corner booth, his leg against hers. Every suggestive word was accompanied by fingertips walking up her thigh, pushing her sundress higher.

She squirmed with each step, her breathing shallow and uneven.

When he touched her, she shivered noticeably.

“You’re wet,” he whispered.

She didn’t verbally respond. Taking his hand, she slid it, along with hers, between her thighs. Her fingers pressed his inside her.

“Beyond wet,” she moaned. Within a minute her body shuddered.

“We should go. Now.”

“Waiter. Check please.”