“Whatever” she sulked at Al as he indicated a bottle of wine on the menu

“What’s with you tonight?”

She shook her head and regarded him suspiciously. She was facing him on a bent wood chair in the restaurant, he was on the bench seat opposite, shared by all the other halves of couples seated along it’s black leather length.

She was looking in the mirror behind him and could see the blond checking him out. Miss platinum long locks was seated at a table behind them, next to Mr non-descript in a tie and jacket. On the surface of it she looked quite respectable, average pretty face, dark skirt suit – pretty much the uniform for office workers around here, but there was something in her hair that looked a little but….what? Slutty? Yes, she was a slut, Ally decided, and not just because she was brazenly checking out her boyfriend.

“What have I done?” He seemed genuinely innocent, even though she knew innocence had left this soul a long time ago.

“I can see that girl checking you out” she fumed

“eh?” he moved his head to one side “What girl?”

“Don’t give me that shit!”

“What?! Listen, I can’t even see that blonde from where I’m sitting.”

“You know she’s a blonde then!”

“Listen, Princess, cease fire! I just moved to see what you were talking about because, your beautiful face was blocking the view.” He picked up her hand and kissed her knuckles, holding her fingers and running his tongue along the groove between index and middle finger. She always melted when he was affectionate in public, their relationship, by it’s nature, had to be a guarded one.

“Bastard” she whispered and smiled sexily at him feeling a familiar gushing in her panties.

He winked at her and began tucking into their meal and wine with vigour, she admired his passion for everything, including food.

“Anyway I think you’re wrong.” He waved his fork in the direction of the blond and then went back to examining his steak.
“Huh?” she had almost forgotten the blonde as she watched him, fascinated as he swiped with his knife.
“The blond” he said casually “She’s not watching me, she’s watching you.”
She stiffened and looked again in the mirror.

“You can’t see it from that angle, but I can. She has been checking YOU out darling.” He smiled with a raised eyebrow and took a sip of his wine.

She whirled around as a flush rose to her cheeks. She saw the blond with the slutty hair looking squarely back at her. The blond tilted her wine glass to her lips and opened her mouth to let her tongue dip into red wine. Unseen by her dinner mate , she drew her tongue back into her mouth, licked it all around her lips then raised her glass to Ally.

Ally, shocked, whizzed her head back around, in time to see her hair flashing red in the mirror and her burning cheeks highlighting a very guilty look. He was laughing out loud at her.
“Naughty naughty girls!” he chuckled and forked a piece of steak with one hand. The other hand dove under the table cloth and reached up her skirt, quickly pushing her panties to one side. A slight moan escaped her lips. He put down his fork and refilled her glass using his free hand. His talking became pointless chatter to her as his fingers did a little dance over her engorged clit. She edged her hips forward on her chair and wondered how much of this could be seen behind her. She watched the blond in the mirror getting aroused, watching them.

She shivered with each small touch, she raised the glass of wine to her lips, he stroked her cuntlips while she sipped her wine. The blond had uncrossed her legs and each was now planted firmly on the floor, a spiked heel nailing them to the hardwood. She had leaned forward and her jacket opened revealing a fulsome cleavage. Her dinner date ate on in ignorance.

Ally looked back to her man, and saw over his head, her reflection, head to one side, eyes half lidded, mouth dropping open full and red lips, no words were forming as his burning gaze grew more intense. He slid one finger into her sopping lips very slowly.

“Darling?” He said with mock concern. “You look flushed. I think you better go and get some fresh air.” His head gestured towards the rest room.

Somehow by sheer luck she managed to get her wine glass back onto the table without incident. He withdrew her hand, she flicked an annoyed look at the absence of his fingers, then stumbled to her feet. She looked at him briefly before striding off to the rest room door. In the corner of her eye she caught a shake of blond hair in the mirror.

She made the rest room and took in a gulp of cool air as the heavy door closed behind her. She availed herself of a cubicle for some privacy. She was dizzy, wine and lust had gone to her head. She heard the door swing open. The unmistakeable sound of spiked heals clacking on hardwood echoed around the room.

***Stay tuned for Part 2!***