"Oh Thanks for the drink, sweetie." Amanda purred.

She is showing off again, I guess. How she can get a drink from a man. Big Deal. The stampede to get to sit beside my vision rivaled anything seen at a rodeo. I took a place across from her but about three seats down. My view was slightly blocked by the table decorations. It was frustrating not to get a full view, but it worked out because I could stare and hide without being that obvious. It seemed ideal but I would soon find out I put myself in hell. The chatter was the typical as the shrimp lengthtail was being served. She had the appetizer served by a waiter that took his time looking down her dress.

As he moved away he closed his eyes and breathed deep. You know he just added an image to his spank bank. She knew he was looking and didn't flinch.

She leaned back in her chair and slightly caught my eye. She knew she was showing off to the waiter and wanted me to watch her do it. She moved forward behind the flowers again. I could see her hands move forward. Did she just pull herself closer to the table? Now peeking out from behind the flowers were her beautiful breasts. They were casting a shadow across her plate. She looked so interested in the conversation to her right that all I see is the back of her head and a wonderful angle across her breasts. Her left hand came up to her chin as if she was concentrating on her conversation. It brushed across her left breast slowly. Very slowly. And again. It was so smooth no one noticed. And again. She was getting herself off and no one was paying attention. She slowly stopped and casually moved her left shoulder back to reveal a beautifully erect nipple.

Oh my. I noticed how tight my pants had become.

She continued this ritual from one side of the table to the next. Slowly making one nipple erect and then the next one making sure I saw it. She never made eye contact, but she knew. One time during the main course she took both hands and put them under her chin framing those beautiful orbs that I nearly passed out. Finally the coffee is coming out. "Are you all right , Perk?" "I am fine, Amanda. Thank you", I stuttered. "You just look a little pale.

", Amanda said. "Really, thank you. I am fine. I am going to excuse myself, though." I was looking to get up without being conspicuous. As I push away from the table, the waiter with the water was standing right behind me. He dumped the whole pitcher on my lap. Now this hard on that I was trying to sneak by with is accented by this disater. Out of the corner of my eye I see my vision. Her look was one of interest, accomplishment, curiousity, and simpathy.

I sheepishly moved to the bathroom as quickly as I could.