Sweet, but with a kick

I wrote a piece of fiction tonight. My first in quite some time. I needed to do it. I mean, seriously needed to.

Here's a taste:

The table is quiet for a little while. Your cock stays hard and you’re sure her pussy stays wet while you eat in silence. The waitress drops back by and leaves the check. She reaches for it, but you pull it away from her. "You’ve provided the entertainment so far. I’ll pay for dinner. But."

"But?"

"But you’re not done yet."

"I’m not?" She pushes her plate away and leans back in the booth. She reaches her hand up as if to brush hair from her neck and slickly undoes a button on her blouse. "What else did you have in mind?"

"Surprise me."

Running her index finger across her lips again, she thinks for a moment. The grin lights up her eyes before her lips even begin to turn upward. "I think I need a drink."

"You do?"

"I do." She turns to reach into her purse for her wallet, and then slides slowly out of the booth. Without looking at you again, she walks away from you, and toward the bar.

You watch her move. She walks around to the far side of the bar, so that when she gets the bartender’s attention, she’s facing you. Somewhere along her journey over there, she’s undone another button on her blouse and she leans over the bar, much further than necessary to order her drink. You can’t see the bartender’s face, but you’re without doubt that he isn’t looking into her eyes at that moment. She’s flirting with him.

The bartender turns away from her to make her beverage of choice and looking directly at you, she casually flicks yet another button of the blouse open, and slides her hand inside the white bra beneath it. Her fingers disappear far enough inside to have pinched her nipple, and by the look on her face, you know that she has. By the time the bartender tuns back toward her, her fingers are nearly out, and she runs them up to her neck and runs the tips of her fingers across her collarbone. He sets the drink in front of her and she slides a bill across the bar at him and waves her hand, so that he knows the change is a tip. She says something and he laughs. She picks up her drink and smiles at him, and then heads back toward your table.

She slides back into the booth and lays her wallet on the table. She offers you a taste of her drink, and you take the glass from her, sipping from the side. It’s sweet, but it has a kick to it.

Kind of like she does.