“I wasn’t flirting. I was being friendly and polite. There’s a difference”
“I think I know the difference, and that looked like flirting to me”
Sonia and Alan were out at their favourite restaurant to celebrate her birthday, but things weren’t exactly going according to plan. In her opinion he was being far too friendly with the waitress. And what made things worse was the way the leggings and tight black top showed off her lean figure, especially her long legs which went all the way up to her nice tight arse.
As she watched her husband being “friendly and polite” with the waitress, Sonia couldn’t help admitting to herself that she was a very attractive woman, with a very winning smile. Not wanting to make a scene she smiled back as the waitress took her order.
After a couple of minutes of awkward silence the waitress (or Helen as she told Alan when he asked her name) came back to change their cutlery to match their menu choices. As she laid out Sonia’s soup spoon she steadied herself by putting her hand on the back of her chair. With the spoon in place she stood up and Sonia felt her fingers run up her exposed back. It was very gentle and could have been accidental contact, but there was just something about the touch that affected Sonia.
