Chapter 7

Dan held Rita’s hand, escorting her through the Convention Centre towards Chandler’s restaurant. She smiled at him, admiring the side view of her deep cleavage afforded by her sexy, low-cut top.

They entered the restaurant to see several couples waiting for a table. “Sure is busy,” he commented.

“You come here often?”

“Yes, and I have cum in her, not so often,” he smiled.

“Hi, Mr. Hayward, nice to see you again.”

“Hi Mark,” he smiled back, seeing him carrying a tray of empty dishes and glasses.

“Would you like your usual table?” Mark asked, eyeing the woman with him.

“Yes, if it would be possible.”

Mark went to the reception desk, looking at the table layout and reservations. He leaned, whispering to the girl, then nodded to Dan and left. They moved ahead in the short line, Dan and Rita exchanging smiles, her teasingly rubbing a breast against his arm.

“Ahh, Mr. Hayward, nice to see you again. I believe Mark is preparing your table for you. Please follow me.” They followed the teen receptionist, wearing a respectful black mini skirt and white blouse.

“Here you are. Mark will be with you shortly, please enjoy your meals and time with us,” she smiled. Dan looked at her, wondering if Mark or Matthew had told her about the sexy times his wives have had in here.

Dan helped her to remove her overcoat, her breasts again straining against the material. He placed it over another chair, then took off his.

“I thought men usually sat across from the woman, not beside her,” Rita mentioned as Dan sat close to her.

“It’s difficult for us to touch one another under the table,” he smiled.

“What do you have in mind?” She grinned.

“You’ll see. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

Rita smiled at him, holding his hand where the hem of her short skirt met her warm skin.

Dan noticed Mark approaching them, Rita observing the bulge in his pants. “Hi, Mark, this beauty is my good friend, Rita Davidson,” he introduced.

“Nice to meet you, Rita,” he smiled, trying to be nonchalant as he eyed her deep cleavage, standing next to her. A quick glance and she could see her holding Dan’s hand high on her leg.

“Would you like anything from the bar?” Mark asked, looking from one to the other.

“I’ll have a vodka cooler,” Rita smiled at him.

“Since I’m not driving, I think I’ll have the same.” Rita looked closer at the bulge in Mark’s pants, only inches away, certain she could make out the outline of his cock.

Mark placed menus in front of them and went to the bar.

“I seen you looking at the bulge his cock makes in his pants,” Dan teased, rubbing her upper leg.

“It’s sort just right there, I could lean over and bite it.”

“I think he’d prefer if you sucked on it, rather than biting it.”