JR understood the importance of Other Jane's friendship in Petra's life. Heck, she even grew to appreciate it, but that doesn't mean she didn't dread each of these newly initiated monthly double dates with Rafael and Jane 'Witness Deposition' Villenueva- and this one was no exception.
"JR, Do you have a favorite table to sit at in restaurants? I just read this FANTASTIC article in Food Network magazine that surmised diners averaged 11 minutes faster service when seated in tables facing the kitchen." Other Jane jabbered.
As Petra and Rafael stood to follow the waiter to their now prepped table, JR took a lengthy sip of her scotch, a deep breath, bracing herself before standing up too and answering, "Wow, fascinating".
As they walked to their table, JR had to admit that the double dates did have their occasional perks: the first being Petra in this dress. It was a black and white skin-tight double strapped dress that crossed in the back and clung to her in just the right places; which, if being honest, was every place. God, could that woman wear a dress , JR thought as she pulled the blonde closer with a little love tap on her lovely rump. The second perk of these double dates was on full display now as well, as Petra wrapped her arms around JR's waist and snuggly nestled herself into JR's side like a needy koala bear. Petra had tried JR's patented Speyside scotch this evening instead of her usual white, and the added proof was making her delightfully handsy.
As Jane began an oral exposition of proper best-deal coupon diving during Restaurant Week, pulling the chair out next to her and patting it for JR to sit down, she rushed to the other side of the table to sit next to Rafael, forcing Petra to take the seat.
"What's your favorite dish-ooh- or restaurant? Im partial to this amazing tapas place just around the corner from The Marbella, but Raf and I chose Italian because I remember Petra saying you were a big fan." Jane said enthusiastically, as JR tried her hardest to listen interestedly. Her attention wandered to Petra though, sitting directly across from her. She looked breathtaking; golden hair in soft curls falling delicately below her ear, brows adorably furrowed in concentration scanning through the menu, sitting with perfect, calm, ballerina-like posture just begging to be flustered.
Jane interrupted JR's visual undressing of her lover with a question about the moral merits of going into criminal defense versus gas and oil law, or maybe it was tax law-JR couldn't remember. Whatever it was, she wasn't sure how she was going to make it through dinner; this was the 10th question and appetizers hadn't even been ordered! She thought about entertaining herself, possibly, by taking a drink every time jane asked a question, but then realized she likely be in an alcohol induced coma before the night was over. After a moment, a much more enticing option crossed her mind for each jane question, and she smiled mischeveously slipping out of her red bottoms.
JR's now bare foot, gently swept across the top of one of Petra's open-toed sandled heels, as she sat ankles crossed, before quickly moving back to her side of the table. Petra glanced up from her menu, just in time to see JR wink and bite her bottom lip seductively, making the blonde smile bashfully.
"What do you guys think we should do next month? I've come up with quite a few options; movies, family bowling, book club, joint mani-pedi's...Raf loves a good manicure dont you?" Jane's voice trails off in the distance. JR locks eyes with Petra bringing her foot back under the table cloth to stroke Petra's foot, realizing she's removed her heels now too. It started off very innocently below the table as they locked ankles and intertwined their toes, lingeringly footsie-ing back and forth. Above the table, both sipped from their scotch glass, staring at each other intensely, searing each x-rated thought into the other's brain. After a few minutes, JR glided her right foot up Petra's ankle, drawing lazy circles around her bare calf, before travelling back down and caressing the other leg, making the hair on Petra's neck stand on end. JR attempted to sneakily coast her foot up Petra's knee, as Rafael asked her to pass the breadsticks, but the blonde caught the invader proudly between her thighs, tongue in teeth, as she handed Rafael the bowl.
Petra used her new found position of power to put her own foot in JR's lap and glanced down before nodding, silently commanding her. JR's eyes widened, and Petra doubled down on her order. The brunette cocked her eyebrow at her bossy little princess before sliding her hands under the table and getting to work. She started working from the heel, using both hands to knead every knot from the ankle, to the sole, to her soft freshly painted pink toes. She ran her finger pads up and down the dorsum of her foot while her thumbs massaged the plantar surface; stretching every muscle and relaxing each cramp those expensive heels may have inflicted. As Petra visibly relaxed, JR used the opportunity to advance her foot slightly under Petra's dress to the front of her panties, not moving, but providing the most intoxicating pressure. Petra froze for a few seconds, before giving in and continuing to enjoy her foot began lightly tracing between the pads of the toes, before descending suddenly, and tickling the underbelly of her foot unexpectedly. Petra jumped forward unintentionally, bringing her lace covered center directly into Jane's foot, causing her to let out a half-giggled moan.
Both Jane and Rafael turned, concerned, to ask Petra if she was okay. She waved them off with one hand mumbling something about a dry throat.
"So, anybody up for Appetizers?" Jane asked, as JR smiled at her magic cue.
Using her toes, behind the pressure of her heel, she finally began stroking up and down Petra's panty-clad pussy, slowly but rhythmically. Petra stiffened like a board, grasping the edge of the table, and closing her eyes, trying to keep her composure.
"Let's try the hot chilli, spinach and artichoke dip with avocado. Did you know that 3 out of 4 of those ingredients are aphrodisiacs? Probably why Abuela never made it growing up." Jane chuckled at herself.
"Aphrodisiacs, you say?" JR repeated facetiously, picking up the pace of her right foot as she felt the moisture seeping through Petra's underwear. "Tell me more"
Proud of finally engaging JR, Jane continued in a whisper as the brunette's big toe found its way under Petra's thong, "Yeah, my friend Lina told me she once had a guy, you know, go down on her after eating hot chillies an hour before, and it was the most I-N-T-E-N-S-E orgasm shes ever had", dragging the last part out for emphasis.
Petra snapped, slamming her hands on the table and scooting back from her chair. She stood, smoothing her dress, looked JR right in the eye, face beet red, and yelled sharply, "Restroom Now!", before stomping off. JR genuinely smiled, before smirking cockily, and excusing herself.
As soon as JR opened the door, Petra had her slammed against the wall, mouth to mouth, moaning into the kiss. JR adjusted to the eager onslaught, gently sucking on Petra's tongue while attempting to pin her hands behind her back. Petra, interrupted, pleading into JR's mouth, "Please no games, I'm too aroused" before sloppily breaking the kiss and dragging JR into the first stall.
Finding JR's lips again as soon as the the stall door locked, Petra ran her hand up the brunettes back and into her soft curls. She pulled teasingly, breaking the kiss enough to give her room to suck on JR's scotch-infused bottom lip, making JR groan lowly. Petra hiked up her dress before muttering exasperatedly, "Hurry the appetizers will be here in like 2 minutes". JR chuckled seductively, before whispering through kisses to Petra's jawline, "You and I both know, you wont take that long".
"Shut Up and prove it!", Petra stated exhilaratingly miffed, shoving JR's right hand into her panties. They both gasped in unison at the contact. Petra was soaked. JR got to work, without pretense, using her middle and ring finger to circle Petra's clit. Petra buckled against the stall door, and pulled JR's forhead to her own, breathing heavily. They revelled in the fever between them, picking up speed, breaths hot and short.
Petra's breath hitched as she whispered "babe, im gonna... babe"
JR took Petra's mouth in her own, muffling a long sigh as she shuddered her release. Forhead to forhead, JR stared ardently a few seconds, bathing in Petra's comedown. Petra slowly opened her eyes, smiled overfilled, and kissed JR softly thanks, before readjusting herself.
As they made their way from the bathroom back to their table guests, Petra giddily annouced,
"I guess we can cross Number 1 off the list!"