Even though he didn't shed any more tears, I made sure to dry his streaks so he'd feel more confident. No sooner than my hand had left his cheek did he move his hand again in attempt to reach my thigh. This time I didn't stop him and let his hand reach my outer thigh. I figured I'd set my feelings aside as this day wasn't just about me.

I let him pat my thigh and left it as unrestrained as I could figuring no-one was really paying attention to us anyways. I let it jiggle in his hand a bit before retreating back to our table.

Before I have a chance to return to the table I feel his body being pressed against mine. That's when I noticed a not so discrete tent had firmed in his pants as it was pressing against my lower abs. To which I was taken off guard when he told me how much he loves when I cause that.

After a moment he breaks bodily contact turning instead looking deeply into my eyes. I felt my gaze was giving off an even more sultry stare than I had meant as I was also secretly getting turned on.

It was then I grabbed his hands in mine and led him back to the table.

As soon as we sit he began teasing me saying he noticed just how much I liked his hand jiggling on my thigh and asking if my legs needed more of his hands on them.

Without warning I then felt him drop his hand rather firmly on my now covered quads. He gave me a sultry smile and I couldn't help but leave them relaxed so they jiggled a bit.

With that I also gave him a sultry smile as I placed my hand on his inner thigh slowly inching it closer and closer to his member not stopping until I brushed up against it.

As soon as my hand brushed his tent I felt him teasingly correspond by sliding his hand to the slit in my dress as he then started caressing my bare thigh. I let out a tiny squeal which I tried to stifle as I teased him back by lightly grabbing his tent through the fabric of his pants. He corresponded by grabbing my quads and shaking them just enough to make them jiggle in his hand.

I took a sharp breath as I tried my best to whisper "Sh-Should we excuse ourselves to the bathroom, o-or do you think it'd be better to see if we can wait until we get home?" I let out another squeal (this time a bit louder than the last) as I now felt his hand moving further upward.

"I-I mean it'd be so much more intense if we waited this turned on, but I'm just not sure..." I trail off finding myself now grasping his tent just a bit tighter making his let shake just a bit with pleasure.

He looks lovingly into my eyes as he responds to my inquiry saying he'd rather wait until we get home as it'd be more intimate and he sweetness the deal saying he'd be more than happy to wipe and kiss any tears of joy and happiness I may have...IF we wait."

"I'd love that, but I'm not sure if I can wait if we don't remove our hands from under the table." I say sincerely.