His mind was still reeling from the power of his orgasm. He looked across the table at the woman, her hair slightly mussed from her under the table activities. She had re-applied her lipstick – some of which was no doubt still dressing the shaft of his cock. He smiled as the thought brought him back to a semi-hard state. Her eyes locked on his as she let her mouth caress the lip of her martini glass, a smile flashing through the intense hazel color…

She reached over and casually let her fingers interlock with his as she sipped the drink, patiently awaiting his next request. The heat between her legs was exquisite and well worth savoring – she could wait as long as he wanted her to this evening for her turn – this one was for him. As her finger slid over his wrist, she whispered across the table “Feeling better yet?” the tremor the words sent through him rippled all the way to his fingertips, and she smiled at his response. She raised her glass and simply said “To an evening of memories” took a sip and ran her tongue slowly over her lips as she set the drink down. He stood up and left enough to cover the tab and a generous tip and took her by the hand, leading her out on the street. Rather than hailing a cab, he pulled her close and let the light rain fall on them as they walked. She shivered at the cold as it trickled down her collar and snuggled closer to him to stay warm.