We took the secluded booth in my favorite burger joint.

I notice the waiter looking down my top, nipples erect, and my chest now a crimson color. You notice this as well and smile.

You whisper, “naughty girl” and lean in for a kiss. I adjust my shirt, pulling the neckline down, the top of my areolas just visible.

I catch the waiter watching your hand rub and twist, your fingers emerging from my neckline, palming my breast.

I whisper, “now who’s being naughty? I should have worn a skirt!”

“Are you ready for dessert?” the waiter asks.

You smirk!