Mat knows one of the waiters at Emilio’s who always makes sure we get a certain table. It’s on the upper level in a sort of alcove. The first time Mat took me there he had his hands in my panties before the main course was even served. Since then, whenever we go there I don’t wear panties.

For Mat’s birthday I decided to turn the tables. I took him to Emilio’s. “Order whatever you want, my treat,” I told him. He smiled big and kissed me. During the kiss his hand moved to my lap. I stopped him. “No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head. “It’s your birthday so you have to be a good boy.”

Mat’s eyes had that chastened look. I gave him an enigmatic smile. “Shall we have the coq saint Jacques?” I suggested.

“That’s always good,” he said. His hand moved to my lap again and I pushed it away.

“I’m serious,” I said. “Behave. “But the coq Saint Jacques sounds good. Maybe with a little extra coq?” My hand moved to his lap.

The waiter came to take our order. “Very good,” he said, while my hand worked Mat’s trouser button.

“Could you select a good wine?” I asked the waiter, holding his eyes while I tugged down the Mat’s zipper.

“Of course,” he said, just the hint of a smile.

I moved Mat’s underwear aside. It took some pushing. His cock was already big. Warm. So nice and big and warm in my hand.

“This is going to be so good,” I whispered to Mat. “I’m so excited.”

I touched him all through the meal. I drew him out but kept him concealed beneath the tablecloth. We fed each other, but my hand never left his cock, even when the waiter came to check on us.

After coffee, we lingered. The waiter presented the bill. “Take you time,” he said. The restaurant was nearly empty.

“Will you pay, darling?” I said.

“I thought you were treating?” Mat said.

“I am,” I answered.

Mat managed to fish his wallet from his pants. Usually he pays by credit card, but tonight he just left two hundreds on the plate.

Some minutes later the waiter returned, and Mat signaled for him to take it all.

“You’re so generous,” I said, after the waiter had departed. “Everything was so good.”

“Yes,” Mat said. His voice was a little strained. He’d been on the edge of an orgasm for almost an hour.

“Only I could have used a little cream with my coffee,” I remarked.

“Truly?” he said. “You never take cream with your coffee.”

I nodded, my look solemn. “Usually not, but tonight’s a special occasion. However, I do have an idea.”