Gardner slid his hand slowly under her dress and began to caress her thigh. She looked over at him out of the corner of her eye, but didn’t stop him or move her leg away. She took another bite of her steak and chewed slowly.
“You know, this place really is a little loud.” Race looked around as he said that, he seemed to be looking for either the source of all the sound or a quiet place within it.
“Yes,” Gardner said, still rubbing Bonnie’s leg, “it’s loud, but the food is pretty good and the seats are soft. I can put up with some noise when it’s worth it.” Gardner reached across with his free hand and picked up his beer. As he drank, his other hand moved slowly with each caress further up a little firmer into the muscle of Bonnie’s leg.
For her part, Bonnie just kept on eating. If you didn’t know her, and luckily Race didn’t, you wouldn’t have suspected that anything was wrong or different. But she was eating her steak more slowly, and she wasn’t talking much at all. She was just chewing her steak with a slow even motion of her jaw; so slow that she seemed to be waiting for her dinner to dissolve in her mouth.
“What do you think Bonnie? Isn’t this place too loud?” Asked Race, pointing at her with his steak knife?
“Oh, I don’t know,” she replied after swallowing, “All I know is that I am tired. This has been a long week and every part of me aches.” As she last words of that rolled off her tongue, she let her legs spread a little wider apart under the table. Because of the booth and the tablecloth, no one could see, but Gardner felt it immediately and moved his had a little farther up as he took another drink of beer.
Just then, Race stood up and pulled out the chair beside him. “Here’s Julie now! It is about time you got her dear.” Dressed in tight blue jeans and boots, Julie cut an imposing figure. Of course this was helped along by the fact that she was blonde and bronze and nearly six-feet tall without the help of the boots.
“What the hell do you mean ‘about time you got here’? I told you that I was going to be late because of that traffic. If you hadn’t wanted to meet on this side of town, I could have met you forty-five minutes earlier.” Julie had the attitude to match the appearance.
“Whoa, just hold on there. First, I was only kidding. Second, it was these two newly wed love birds that picked this place, not me.” Race was backing up fast.
Gardner, without stopping the motion of his left hand, spoke up next. “We picked this place because it’s good and it’s close to work. And we live in the opposite direction.”
“And don’t forget that we have a hundred-dollar gift certificate here that we go for our wedding.” Said Bonnie.
“Well yeah, there is that.” Gardner seemed to wince with the admission. “You don’t mind us throwing that in to this evening’s bill, do you?”
“Hell now! That works for me.” Said Bonnie changing tunes. “Now all I need is a beer. Who gave you that wedding present anyway, if you don’t mind my asking?”
Gardner’s fingers were now starting to play with the edge of Bonnie’s panites. He would drift under the edge, then back out. Snap the elastic a little bit and then smooth it out; all neatly hidden beneath the table.
“Oh, that was from some of the people at my office,” Bonnie said. “The guys up in the front sales office took up a collection and gave it to us. I think some of them thought it was a lame gift, but I think its cool. I love being able to go out without spending any real money. Here’s you waitress.”
The waitress walked up and seeing Julie, asked her what she would like. As Julie was answering though, the waitresses, grinned knowingly.
From 2009, I think...
