Coffee, one bead or two? (Ch1)

You lead me to a table at the back of the cafe. A comfortable two-seater allows us to sit side by side, and I relish the feel of your thigh against mine.

The promenade at Circular Quay throngs with busy people. The workers trudging, the tourists, much lighter of foot, and those exercising deftly weaving through it all...

I watch as seagulls hawk over some fallen crumbs, and a waitress rushes to shoo them away.

It's a warm afternoon, and I enjoyed watching you get dressed in the hotel room. You are wearing one of those summer dresses that if the sunlight falls on you from behind affords a glimpse of the lovely form that hides beneath.

You know this, of course.

"I have something for you..." You lean close and whisper, then place a small silk bag in my hand. The kind jewellery is often placed in.

"Gifts? My eyebrows rise querulously.

"More for me, really." Your blue eyes dance with mischief.

I tease the lace bow apart and open the bag. My eyes go wider...

A series of glass beads linked together by a satin ribbon is revealed.

"Mmmm, this will be fun!" My enthusiasm is marked by a twitch between my legs. I lean close and kiss your soft lips lightly, lingering long enough to express my prurient interest clearly. I start to tie the bow, but your hand stops me.

"Don't!" Your other hand moves and rubs for just a moment where the twitch had occurred a moment before...

"They are to go with the coffee."

I think I detect a slight flush in your cheeks, and your smile is completely self-indulgent.

"OK..." I draw that out to encompass a whole range of meanings...

Just then, the waitress appears before us.

Involuntarily, I quickly hide the bag and smile sheepishly at the young woman.

"Are you ready to order?" Her voice is thick with an accent. You are quite unfazed and quickly order two coffees and a piece of black forest cake to share.

She smiles a little too knowingly, I feel...

Alone again, you turn and kiss me. "We are two lovers. That's all she sees."

You've read my thoughts...

"Touch me." You take my hand and guide it slowly from your knee to between your thighs and up under your dress to the sheer fabric of your panties and gently stroke yourself with my fingers. Your eyes close in that moment, and your lips curl in a smile. The moistness is unmistakable...

The waitress returns with our coffees, and then the cake placing a serviette and fork in front of us.

"Enjoy..." She says. You pull my fingers into you at the same moment you reply.

"We will, thankyou."

And, I can tell you are so aroused...