Finally deciding to wait until we get home I feel him change his mind slightly...I guess at least for me as I felt him continue to squeeze my inner thigh now moving upwards only stopping once he reached between my legs.

I let out a shocked squeal as without warning I felt him begin to brush his fingers around my inner parts.

"Stop." I whispered knowing I couldn't hold on much longer.

After a couple more sec I felt myself tense as I finally reached the point becoming increasingly more wet. As I finally started coming down I felt my cheeks burning hot (knowing they were probably bright red now with embarrassment). With that I also felt my cheeks begin to become increasingly wet with what I finally realized were tears of embarrassment as I've never had such a public release before.

He slides his chair closer to mine and I felt him immediately begain cupping my cheeks as I then felt him start delicately kissing both my tears and their streaks. He then tells me lovingly that he hoped I liked it; and how honored he felt that such a beautiful girl as I was turned on by him. That he loves me like never before and would do anything for me.

After a moment of taking his words in and gathering my voice I reply. "Yeah, I liked it. It's just that I've never had such a public release before. I was a bit embarrassed at first that someone may have seen/caught on to what we were doing. Nothing against you... It felt amazing." I said still trying to gather myself before the waitress came back to take our order.

He smiles as he replies asking if I'm comfortable with him wiping and kissing my tears along with jiggling my thighs. He then promises a more intense release after dinner. I then blush a little more as I feel him pat my quads again.

"Yeah, I think I'd like you to wipe and kiss my tears. It's not something I'm used to having done, but I love the way it feels and would love to get used to feeling it more often (even if in public)." I say excited yet also hoping I'm not biting off more than I can chew.

As soon as I notice the waitress approaching our table he asks softly if he could start taking care of my tears right now. Without even waiting for my response I feel him delicately wipe a tear that was rolling down my cheek before feeling him kiss it's streak from the middle of my cheek to just under my eye.

The waitress arrived just as he was pulling away from kissing my streak.

"Are you ready to order?" The waitress asked a smile slowly creeping across her face.

"Could you give us another min." He asked never taking his eyes off of me.

As our waitress was walking away I asked "Did you see that smile on her face? I guess she thought your gestures were as cute and loving as I did."

He turned his eyes back to me as I heard him respond telling me that that last reaction should prove there was nothing to be ashamed of. That he loves me more than anything and my tears are my most imotionally intimate gesture as my jiggling muscles are my most physically intimate gesture.

"Yeah that does make sense; and I really do like being both physically as well as emotionally intimate with you in any way, I'm just not used to showing these gestures in public is all." I replied slowly.