4.
~ Arthur was thankful she had pulled the ruby colored wrap over her shoulders. Her body was too reveling in that dress for his taste. At least, not in public. Not where other men could see her and desire her. He knew what other men would think when they saw her. Saw those soft curves, so easily within reach.
He wore an angry scowl as the valet opened the door the luxury black sedan he used as the family car. The doorman nodding at the handsome couple as the strange beauty let they wrap fall off her shoulders, revealing the back of her dress which was noting more then her pale skin, to the cool damp weather. He wanted to pull this creature back to bed with him and take her. Instead, he had to wait and suffer. As he knew he would suffer all through dinner till he could get her home again.
He was glad the family car looked elegant enough to take the seductress out in. He had chosen the safest car on the market with his daughter and newborn son in mind. It didn't hurt that it looked good to.
Arthur opened the door for his lady as the valet left the car running for them. He was grateful he had remembered to take the baby's car seat out as well as Darcy's toys and the kids music out of the CD player. He wanted no hints that this was a family car tonight.
"Where's the car seat?" Ariadne's voice came out of the seductress' mouth.
"Oh no. No talking about kids or anything like that." Arthur scolded gently.
The seductress was back. A sly, little smile on her lips.
"Tonight, it's about us." He whispered as he pulled into traffic.
~ Ariadne was enjoying her game too much. Her poor husband looked uncomfortable. He had shifted in his seat twice now, and she had been married to him long enough to recognized when he was feeling aroused. His eyes, distracted. His body tense. The way he shifted in his seat, always looking for a more comfortable spot.
She had to admit that she was feeling strangely excited herself. Perhaps it was the dress, the makeup, the hair style or the fresh waxing. She felt oddly strong and powerful. Like she was almost someone else. Rather then fight it, she ran with it.
~ Arthur was moving his head away from her fingers as they tickled his ear.
"Do you want me to stop?" The lady beside him whispered.
"Just a little hard to drive with you doing that." Arthur said trying to concentrate on the traffic as it started to rain.
"Sorry." Ariadne said in a voice that said she wasn't sorry at all. Her lips curling into a cat like smile.
"Let's just get to the restaurant and eat... then we can go home." Arthur grumbled. He wondered how he would make it through dinner without touching her. He longed to dip his palm into the that black dress and caress her breast.
He shook his head, freeing himself of those thoughts.
"Alright." Ariadne said smoothing her dress down. Noticing how her husband's eyes kept darting to her plunging neckline. A car honked rudely at them as Arthur's attention was snapped back to the road.
~ The restaurant was amazing. Ariadne's eyes were drawn upward to a heavily decorated ceiling and it's sparkling chandeliers as a small orchestra played string instruments on stage. Their soft, gentle music perfectly suiting the elegant atmosphere. The other dinners were almost all couples. All adults, no children in sight and that made her breath a sigh of relief.
They were guided by the host to a more exclusive dining area. Ariadne keeping her hands locked on her husband's arm as he gallantly guided her to their table.
She noticed with pleasure that the other women in the restaurant were looking at this handsome man who was with her. A man so dashing in his finery that they were surly seething with jealousy that he was taken. That he proudly wore a gold wedding band on his left finger. That he had given her a ridiculously expensive necklace that glittered around her neck. That she was his wife and had his child.
The Architect sat a little straighter at all these thoughts as the Point Man took his seat close to her. They were in a cozy booth with an impressive view of the stage and almost tucked out of sight.
"This place is amazing." Ariadne breathed.
"I've been meaning to take you here for weeks now." He said in a whisper as he looked over her. His eyes leering at the well of cleavage her black dress presented. She had checked her wrap at the door and he felt she looked too undressed for their dinner. Her skin, as smooth as cream showing off too much skin with only thin straps keeping the dress up.
The waiter interrupted the Point Man's thoughts with his offensive invasion. He jubilantly told them of the specials as Arthur gave him a scowl.
"The house special will be fine." Arthur grumbled and he was sure their waiter was looking at his wife. Sure that all the men here were gazing at her and thinking about what they wanted to do to her.
"White wine." Arthur snapped as the waiter tried to present them with the wine list.
~ The Point Man waived off the intruder and the couple were alone again.
"Thank you, for tonight." Ariadne said leaning closer to her husband. Their heads conspiratorially close as their words were nothing more then whispers.
She squirmed in her seat. The panties she had chosen to wear tonight had been a mistake. They shifted uncomfortably on her and didn't want to stay in one place.
She was suddenly seized with an insane idea. An idea that, once it took hold in her mind, wouldn't be ignored. She was filled with a giddy braveness as they watched another couple arguing loudly in the table in front of them. The woman, in her hurried accent calling her lover a coward. The whole spectacle making very interesting entertainment for them.
Shifting slightly, She pushed her panties down with her hands over her dress. The thin, lacy fabric sliding easily down with little effort. Arthur was so busy watching the bickering couple, he didn't seem to notice her careful, purposeful movements.
She felt the lacy fabric slip off her knees and fall down to her ankles. The table blocked them from view of the other dinners. Pretending to retrieve her napkin, she leaned down slightly, her feet kicking up to meet her fingers. Before Arthur noticed, her black lacy panties were in her hands. They were so small and insignificant, she could easily hide them.
The couple was still fighting and drawing the attention of restaurant. Arthur's arm was around her shoulders as if to protect her from the scene. The feel of the dress without underwear on was oddly liberating and erotic. She could feel the air much better on her freshly waxed skin. Her sex prickling at the feel of being so exposed, and in public to.
She felt her husband's hand on her bare shoulder and made sure he noticed when she slipped her panties into her coat pocket.
~ Arthur had been watching the fighting couple and thanked God his wife wasn't like that woman who was shouting at her lover. His wife was the envy of all other women here. The men were all looking at the petite Architect and he draped his arm over her shoulders. More possessive then protective.
He wasn't sure what she was doing when her small hands fished into his pocket. Looking for something or placing something in them. He turned his attention to her out of curiosity. Her big, heavily darkened eyes looking back at him teasingly.
He almost didn't see it. Almost missed the black lace sticking out of his jacket pocket. He knew right away what they were as his wife tucked them into his pocket.
"They were uncomfortable." She said innocently.