The restaurant is busy as I watch you return to your seat with a mischievous look in your eyes.

As you pass behind me you slip something into my jacket pocket.

I reach inside, as you sit calmly, grinning and feel the damp folds of your scrunched up panties.

You are waiting for my reaction, your stocking clad legs parted, dress hitched up, willing me to look.

Reaching down to retrieve my napkin 

Your legs are spread wide making sure I can see your fingers parting your already wet folds.

Licking your fingers, "Are you ready for dessert?" you ask.