I didn't know where this was leading, and I wasn't sure I wanted to play this game, but I went along with it because I couldn't not. Uh! I felt blood surge into my cunt, and I couldn't breathe for a second. His face was not giving me any clues, but then he told me to stick my fingers in my wet pussy, then smear my juices on my lips.
'Put your other leg over here, and scoot your ass all the way to the edge of the pillow.' I stared at him for a minute, trying to decide if he was kidding or not, then I did it. When he came back up, there was a look in his eyes. He stopped eating, ignoring my apology, then leaned down and peeked under the table. I have long legs, and in the tight space, I accidentally kicked him. Half way through dinner, my legs started cramping and I needed to stretch. I was wearing a skirt with boots and no panties (I just like how it feels), which made sitting modestly a difficult proposition. It had been his choice, and I hadn't known ahead of time where we were going or I might have dressed differently. We were at a Japanese restaurant, sitting on the floor at one of those low tables. Recently, I went on a memorable first date one that seems to have awoken a part of me I didn't have any idea about. Internet dating is interesting you never know just who you will meet.
