Under The Table 

Before I get into it I need to tell you that there is actually no sex in this story at all but it’s true and its one of the horniest things I’ve ever experienced.

It started when I went to an Italian restaurant with a work colleague. She was not really my type but as a celebration for meeting our target I’d promised to take her out for a meal. So we sat at a table in the restaurant of her choice and ordered our starters. As the waiter brought our carafe of Chianti a couple sat at a table opposite and I had eye contact with an absolutely stunning woman who was about forty something but had an amazing figure wrapped in a black mini dress and very elegant stiletto’s. She was about 5’10” in her heels with a natural tan and a long flowing mane of deep chestnut hair with dark red highlights. From her flawless skin a perfect noble nose and a pouting mouth with full lips stood out with brilliant ocean blue eyes. She smiled slightly at me and looked away to her seat then another quick glance and smile before she sat down.

 I was absolutely transfixed and my dinner date looked over her shoulder at my line of sight. She turned back and said “She’s very attractive” in a way that left me in no doubt she felt she should be monopolising my attention. To me this was a celebratory meal not a date but I guess she had other ideas.

I sipped my wine and the target of my fascination once again looked up and raised her glass in a very understated way so as not to arouse the suspicions of her companion but enough for me to return the compliment. My dinner date was, however slightly more astute and noticed. “Would you like me and her fella to swap seats?” she asked

“I’m sorry,” I said “But she is probably the most aesthetically attractive woman I’ve ever seen” then added “the type that’s good to look at but can’t offer the kind of personality that would make her a long-term relationship”

“And what kind of personality would that be?” asked my date

I thought about it but my mind was preoccupied with questions of who this vision was and who was her dinner date and where did she live and where did she work? What did she do?

“Erm…I dunno” I stuttered impatient with having to hold a conversation when my mind was on more important things.

“If I’m cramping your style I could always go home and get chips on the way” said my date now sounding wounded at my preoccupation with my folly.

“I’m sorry” I said and turned the conversation to work and our next project.

Every so often I would look up and catch my fantasy looking at me. She would turn away then turn back and smile. Our food arrived and I tucked into the Italian tomato and basil soup. The waiter arrived at the table opposite and placed in front of the beauty tomato and basil soup. I smiled and raised my eyebrows in a gesture of acknowledging the coincidence and she shot me a shy and yet so enticing look. I was totally aware that my colleague was watching my every move and each time I smiled at the woman opposite I sensed a build up of tension. As the waiter moved away the lady in black uncrossed her legs and moved her knees as far apart as the hem of the dress would allow. My eyes lowered and I could see the most perfect peach of womanhood I had ever seen. It was so smooth and full with the labia just protruding in perfect symmetry, crowned with a deep thick black strip of hair that looked as plush as velvet. Her bottom gyrated on her seat and the lips parted slightly to reveal a glisten that sparkled like a diamond. I turned away quickly and looked back to look at her face for guidance but was met with a mischievous smile and a wicked glint in her eye. The waiter collected my unfinished soup as my colleague indicated we were done and for a second my vision was obscured. When the waiter moved her legs were again crossed. She sensed my disappointment and quickly flung her knees apart again then closed them.

My colleague caught my eye and whispered “I am getting a little bit pissed off with this and in a moment I’m going to get up and make a real scene and leave”

Mortified I tried to make amends for my misdemeanour and tried to engage her in conversation but she had taken decisive action. “You like flirting don’t you?” she said

I didn’t answer just opened my mouth and shut it without sound and just shrugged my shoulders. I felt something brush my leg and in a reflex withdrew for fear of causing offence but whatever brushed my leg followed and maintained contact. It took a few seconds to realise it was my colleagues foot and it was now tracing a line up my shin and along the side of my knee to my inner thigh. I looked into her eyes for some explanation but could tell straight away she had decided to compete with my flirtatious quarry.

I looked toward my dark haired desire and she was engaged in conversation with her dinner date. I was in turmoil. I was enjoying the venture into new territory with my colleague but although I had no obligation to my flirting fancy I felt I was betraying her.  My colleague by now had started to massage by bulging groin with her toes and every so often hit the spot which took my breath from me and made my head swim fighting to keep composure.

The main course arrived at the other table and wakened me to the fact that although we had been seated first my object of desire was now in a position where she may leave before me. It troubled me but I didn’t know why. It’s not as if I was about to interrupt her meal should I leave first and ask for her number. It was more likely that I would be deprived of flirting up to the very last second. My impatience grew with the waiter as they began to clear their plates and our food had still not been served. My colleague misunderstood this irritation and assumed it was a result of her foot being in my crotch and she, happy with capturing my attention, continued with renewed enthusiasm and vigour. Their cutlery was placed side by side signifying completion as the waiter served our food then floated light-footed over to clear their plates. Desperate to close the gap I placed an oversized piece of cannelloni in my mouth and immediately my jaw fell open to draw in air to cool it. My tongue and the roof of my mouth blistered instantly and I drew in a large gulp of Chianti to quench the fire. My colleague giggled attributing my error to the dexterity of her feet and I looked across at the opposite table. She was looking at me in sympathy and then touched her lips with her index finger and kissed softly then blew it in my direction. The kiss left her perfectly French manicured finger and I almost felt it soothe my discomfort. Again though the waiter who had just deposited zabaglione at their table and seemingly deliberately walked along my line of sight obscured my vision.

I finished my meal and looked at my colleague who in her misplaced excitement at massaging me had made very little impact on her tagliatelle. I was desperate now to know the name of the woman opposite me. I had resigned myself to the fact she would leave before me and so tried to think of something I could do. I willed her to go to the ladies and I the gents only to meet her by the door as we left but alas, nothing. Her table was cleared and coffee was served. Her knees fell apart every so often accompanied by a wicked grin and I decided to just make the most of what was being displayed to me, saddened that I would never have the chance to know this beauty. The minutes ticked past and eventually my heart sank as the waiter brought her coat to the table for her to stand and slip her arms into. Her dinner date dropped several coins onto a side plate as a tip and turned to leave…confusion swept across my face. It was our company MD. His face broke into a smile as he saw my colleague and I and he walked toward our table guiding the tall slim beautiful lady to us with his arm behind her back.

“Hello you two” He said “well done on the project. I’ll be paying for this as a thank you”

My face was frozen. My colleague dropped her foot to the floor and her face flushed.

“Glad you’re here” he added “I’d like you to meet Rosemarie. She’ll be your new head of department as of next week”

He turned to Rosemarie and said “This is Susan who is our newest recruit and this chap is who you’ll be working closely with from now on. This is Ryan”

Totally composed she offered a handshake and lingered long enough for me to realise she wasn’t fazed at all knowing the man she had just flirted with and show her most intimate parts to would be her subordinate. We have been married for a year now and often sit at different tables in restaurants to re-enact that evening when we met.

Ryan (Manchester)      

Avante Swingers©