Over Dinner

He asked me for my panties.

In the middle of dinner. At a fancy restaurant.

Blushing, I complied and handed over my damp desire.
“Thank you.” He said. “I really needed a napkin.”

My eyes squinted. There wasn’t anything on his face.

“Hold still.” He said.
Then used my moist panties to wipe lingering pasta sauce from my lips.

The waiter watched as he very slowly poured more wine.