“That was a lovely meal,” Suzy said to me, looking up from her beer.
“Did you notice that waiter? He kept trying to look down your dress every time he got near the table. ”
We were sitting in the beer garden outside a pub not far from the restaurant. We had spent the night with friends after missing the last train following a dinner party at their house and decided to have an early lunch before getting the train home.
“I can’t say I noticed. Were you getting jealous?” Suzy asked me, playfully rubbing her leg against mine.
“No, no. Maybe he was just staring because not many women wear evening dress in the afternoon. ”
“Maybe I should take it off. Would you like that?” Suzy asked. She stood up, seductively placing her hands on her hips and raising the dress slightly. She raised her eyebrows at me, then laughed out loud. “Maybe later. I’m just going to the Ladies Room to check I’m not showing more than I should be. Did you see where it is when you bought the drinks?”
“Yeah. It’s just by the door as you go in. ”
“Thanks. Be sure to wait for me, won’t you. ,” she grinned at me, knowing I’d wait forever.
I turned to watch her go. She really did look sexy in the dress. It was bright red, very short and daringly low cut at the front. Wearing matching stiletto heels, her full breasts and shapely ass stuck out in all the right ways. All the men at the party last night were drinking her in with their eyes, and I knew she was enjoying the attention. I wondered if she was lying about not noticing the way the waiter was looking at her.
When Suzy returned from the toilet I noticed that she seemed very flushed. She rarely drinks in the afternoon and we had polished off two bottles of wine before we had even finished the meal, so we were both more than a little tipsy even before coming to the pub for a beer.
“Are you feeling all right?” I asked her.
For a second she just stared at me, her mouth open, not seeming to register what I was saying, then she sat back down opposite me. “I’m fine,” she said, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. She was obviously excited about something.
“What happened?” I asked as she lifted her bottle of beer to her lips and took a few heavy gulps.
“Oh. It was nothing… really,” she said, but I could tell she was dying to tell me something. Her eyes were all dark and fiery, piercing in to me, begging me to ask her.
“Come on. Tell me. ”
“Promise you won’t get mad?”
“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Just tell me. ”