14 comments/ 119371 views/ 40 favorites Birthday Dinner By: romantichica My name is Lynn. I am 35, 5'2, brunette, 38-28-36, married with two kids and until recently have only had sex with my husband. My friend Denise and I have recently been on a weight-watchers course and whilst my figure and weight have slimmed down far better than I had hoped, poor Denise is no better than she was at the start. It is quite embarrassing at times when people stop us and tell me how fantastic I look. Her husband Kelvin has also paid me a lot of nice compliments which is nice of him, but it must destroy Denise's self esteem even more. They are both slightly older than me and haven't really been getting on for a while now. As I often look after their son after school once or twice a week, one of them always comes round to collect him and we have a good chat. I get on well with both of them and found that Kelvin increasingly confided in me to the same level that Denise has always done. Although Kelvin is slightly younger and fitter than my husband, who I love very much, I have not really looked on him as anything other than a friend, but have noticed that his eyes often wander as we are talking. My husband has also mentioned that now that I have got my figure back our male neighbors and friends will be keen to chat to me especially when I am not wearing a bra, and I tell him off for teasing me. I only occasionally go braless when I expect to be in the house alone or when the weather is very hot although when I thought about it I do admit that Kelvin and our neighbors teenage son do seem to hang around longer when I am not wearing a bra. I suppose it doesn't take much working out to figure that I am not wearing one especially if we are talking in the doorway and the cooler air begins to affect my nipples. I have often thought "shit, I shouldn't have done that," as I have thoughtlessly bent down with or without a bra on to pick something up off the floor, or done something like fasten a kids shoelace or wipe their nose, and then realise that I must have given a good flash to whoever I had been talking to. In a way it is a compliment that someone likes my personality and admires my figure enough to spend time talking to me and I appreciate the chance of conversation in an often boring day. We occasionally went out in a foursome for an evening meal with Kelvin and Denise when we could co-ordinate sending our kids to our respective parents. It was coming up to Kelvin's birthday and we all decided to go out for a meal. He booked a table at a nice restaurant that we all liked but as the day approached, Denise became ill. Apparently Kelvin suggested we cancel but as we had all made arrangements for the kids Denise suggested the three of us still went and she could have some peace and quiet on her own in bed, if we didn't mind. This was fine by us and Kelvin said he would pick us up even though I offered to drive so both the men could have a drink. "No, it's OK, I had better not enjoy myself too much if I have got to nurse the patient when I get back," Kelvin said jokingly. We got ready and just before Kelvin was due to pick us up the phone rang. It was my husbands office, they were having a problem and wondered if he could come in and help. "Surely they can manage without you for just one night?" I said, not believing my husband was actually considering going in. He looked pensive and then said "Hmmm, but if they cant fix it, it will be a big problem tomorrow and then I'll get slated as I'm probably the best person to work out what's gone wrong." We continued the conversation as Kelvin arrived and he awkwardly stood by waiting to see what was going to happen. I felt awful for Kelvin as first his wife had dropped out and I could tell my husband was worrying about work. To try and make Kelvin feel better I said "we can't let Kelvin down on his birthday." To which my husband shocked me by replying "what if you two go and I try and join you if I can sort the problem out in time." Before I could say anything Kelvin added "that's OK with me, if it is OK with you two, it seems a shame we've got rid of the kids and no-one is going to benefit." They both looked at me for a reaction. I thought, well I am all dressed up ready to go, I feel great fitting into a dress I had previously grown out of, my sexy underwear making me feel 10 years younger and my husband having already complimented me on my looks and make-up, so what the hell, I was going out and that was that. But I didn't say so in those words. We set off, going different directions as we got to the end of our street. We arrived at the restaurant and Kelvin explained that it was now a table for two rather than four. As we sat down he thanked me for not completely ruining his birthday and then told me how fantastic I looked. I was wearing a red dress that exposed a hint of cleavage, black stockings and black stilettos and handbag. I wore my favourite perfume and favourite deep red lipstick which I saved for special occasions. I complained about my husband putting work before pleasure, before starting to settle down and enjoy the evening. The food was lovely and because Kelvin was driving he made sure my glass was always topped up instead of his. We talked about all sorts of things, and this was better than the long silences when me and my husband go out on our own. After coffee we set off for home and Kelvin slipped his arm round my waist as we walked to the car. He kindly opened the door for me and we exchanged kisses on the cheek as I thanked him for being a gentleman. We talked as we drove home and both agreed that we had had a good time despite there only being two of us. When we got home Kelvin again opened the car door for me and walked with me to the house, following me inside to find the house as we had left it, curtains drawn, sidelights on, but with the red light flashing on the answer-phone. I pressed the speaker button and it was my workaholic husband saying it would be after midnight before he would be finished, sorry. It was just coming up to 11.00 and I said "great, that means I will have to stay up until he gets home as he didn't take his keys." With that Kelvin put his hands on my waist and said "never mind, think about where you'd like him to take you to make up for letting you down." I said "I'm sorry if it's spoilt your birthday." "It's Ok," Kelvin said, "in fact this has been the best birthday I've had in years." We both smiled and then Kelvin added "really, I have really enjoyed it, just being with you, and if you want to know the truth, and don't tell on me for this, I'd prefer to be alone with you any day of the week." "Kelvin!" I exclaimed. He smiled back, and then slowly moved his face towards mine. Guessing what he was going to do next I failed to think of anything to prevent it and our lips met. He put his arms round my back pulling me closer to him, my breasts crushing against his chest. He attempted a second kiss but I stopped and said "Kelvin, no." His strong arms were still around me as he looked at me and went to kiss me again. I felt powerless to resist as we kissed again, and Kelvin's hands began to roam my body, feeling my back and then my bottom and upper thighs, stroking the outline of my suspenders on the outsides of my legs. "Sorry, I'm getting carried away because it's my birthday. I should have realised you want to see the back of me," Kelvin said as I broke our kiss. "That's not true," I replied. To which he responded "Oh I see, just that you'll tell on me if I kiss you again, is that it." "Nooo," I pleaded, half looking away, not wanting anything else to happen but at the same time pleased that Kelvin found me attractive. Kelvin pulled me gently towards him again, again crushing my breasts into his chest as he kissed me again and this time kept it going for longer. I put my hands onto his shoulders as he began to feel my body again, his height advantage making me lean back slightly as he held me tightly. I was on the verge of stopping when I noticed something hard growing between us, as his erection grew and pressed into my stomach. "Kelvin stop," I interrupted, realising things were getting out of hand. "Don't you like me," he said. "We're married," I replied. "And our partners aren't interested in us tonight," he countered. "That doesn't mean we can do this," I replied. "Well I'm not going to tell, so unless you are then no-one's ever going to know," he continued. "That doesn't make it OK," I persisted, although I realised I was making no effort to break free from his grasp. "It does if we like each other and trust each other, and privately want to share some affection. I know I like and trust you," he calmly argued. "Kelvin!" I said, not saying if I agreed or disagreed. He kissed me again, and it went into another long kiss. The sensation of another man kissing me passionately was shocking and yet at the same time exciting. Kelvin moved me a few steps towards our sofa and then stopped and whispered "shall we go upstairs." "No, we cant," I quickly pleaded, his intentions towards me now obvious. He appeared to accept that and said "you're gorgeous," and gently began kissing me again as he moved his hands up to my side. Without warning he completely surprised me by moving his hands to the sides of my breasts and moved his thumbs across both my breasts. "Kelvin!" I gasped under our kissing, in a way hoping he would stop but in another way hoping he wouldn't. He started fondling both my breasts through my dress and bra and I gasped open mouthed "oh, oh" as I knew I only had myself to blame for letting things get this far. As my mouth opened, he inserted his tongue and the sensation of our tongues dancing around in my mouth made me gasp even more. His hands moved to my back again and he quickly found the top of my zip, pulling it fully down in one swift movement. "Unng," I tried to say 'no' as he pulled my dress off my shoulders, our tongues still entwined in my mouth. I don't know why, but I let go of his shoulders and he pulled my dress further downwards, exposing my cleavage and black bra. I pulled my arms free of my dress, more in an effort to throw my arms back around his shoulders to hide the view he was now feasting on rather than a desire to let him get my dress off. But I instantly realised the latter was happening as Kelvin continued to push my dress downwards until it cleared my hips and fell to the floor. "Kelvin, stop," I pleaded as he broke from his kiss to look at my body. "I can't darling, you're gonna have to tell me you hate me to get me to stop now," he said. "Oh god, Kelvin," I muttered as he kissed me again. He put his arms back round my waist as I placed my hands above his elbows. He stroked my bare back before grasping my bra and instantly unhooked the two clasps. I closed my eyes and swallowed, not knowing how to stop what was going on, or whether I actually wanted to stop what was going on. Kelvin pulled my bra straps down my arms as he stepped back slightly and took my bra completely off. "Oh Lynn, what a fantastic pair of tits you've got honey," he said as he grabbed hold of them straight away, lifting, pushing and squeezing them as he forced his tongue back into my open mouth as I gasped under the sensation. I put my arms back around his neck which made it difficult for him to continue his fondling of me, and he moved his hands down to my slip. Gently sliding this down, I couldn't help moaning "Ohhhh, Ohhhh," as he kissed my chest and breasts as his head dipped while he took my slip down to my knees from where he let it drop to the floor. I heard him growl appreciation as he looked at me in my stockings and suspenders and I felt my cheeks blush as I realised that my see-through black lace panties made no attempt to hide my dark triangle of trimmed hair above my vagina. Kelvin continued to share his mouth between both my nipples as his hands stroked my bottom, bare thighs and stocking clad legs. I threw my head back, looking at the ceiling, knowing I shouldn't be allowing this to happen but at the same time feeling powerless to stop it. I sensed Kelvin fumbling around and realised his hands had stopped touching me, and looked towards him just as he stood up and pulled off his shirt. "Oohhh Kelvin," I cried as I realised he was totally naked, his erect penis sticking out in front of him as I realised things were going further than I'd let happen with any other man, apart from my husband. He put his hands back on my waist and kissed me as he moved me the remaining few steps towards the sofa. My shoes came off as the stiletto heels tangled with the clothes around my feet. This had the effect of reducing my height by a good 3-4 inches which made Kelvin's body seem all the more stronger and overpowering as he easily manoeuvred me toward the middle cushion of the sofa. His hands dropped to my bottom and he slipped my panties off my bottom just as I sat on the cushion, and then he pulled them down and completely off, shouting out "Corr!" as he stared at my nakedness. I tried one last "Kelvin, we cant," even though I knew neither of us really wanted this to stop now, as Kelvin positioned me lengthwise along the cushions. He lay down alongside me, half on top of me and half on the sofa and put his right leg between mine, taking hold of my left breast as he did so. I wanted to feel his penis, but didn't want to act like a slut so I put my arms back round his neck and we began kissing and tonguing once again. I could feel Kelvin exploring my body, alternating his right hand between my suspender and bare thigh, and my stockings. "Honey, this is going to be my best birthday ever," he whispered as he moved his hand to between my legs. I kind of laughed, realising the inevitability of what he meant. I gasped and closed my eyes tightly as his fingers stroked my recently trimmed hair before first one finger then two entered my vagina. I began gasping almost uncontrollably as the sensation of my clitoris being massaged by my friends husband overwhelmed me. His breathing was also very heavy now as he whispered "do you want me to lick you or fuck you." I couldn't help opening my mouth wide and letting out a soft "ooohhh, Kelvin, ohhh." "What do you want me to do," he persisted. "Oh Kelvin," I repeated. "What would you like me to do sweetheart," he continued. I couldn't resist any longer "Oh god, fuck me, fuck me Kelvin," I gasped, immediately not believing that I had actually said it. He kissed me as he raised his left leg and I automatically moved my right leg outwards allowing him to get completely between my legs. He then pushed his knees under my stockinged thighs and parted my legs a little more as he took complete control of me. His hand then went between us to guide his erect penis into place. I jerked and gasped as his hand brushed between my legs and then again as he presented his penis to my vaginal lips. "Oh god," I said as I began to feel his erection make contact with me. I closed my eyes tightly and couldn't help crying out with pleasure and excitement as his hard penis began to enter me. Size wise it didn't feel all that bigger but the sensation of only the second man to ever enter me, despite my self-pledges that I'd never allow another man's penis anywhere near me, was making me gasp for breath. As Kelvin began moving his penis in and out of me he considerately asked "how's that honey?" I almost ashamedly gasped "oh yes, oh Kelvin, that's so good." Kelvin began grunting, "ugh, ugh, ugh," to my "oh, oh, oh," as he began to get up a rhythm as he thrust deep into me. He continued to push his penis hard into me and despite trying not to, I was conscious of making noises which seemed to respond to his every thrust. "Ohg, ohh, uhh, oh, orr, orr, arr, ohh," as he continued to enjoy my body. "How's that darling," he asked again. "Oh, Kelvin, ohh, it's so good, ohh," I honestly gasped between his thrusts. He carried on stroking my stockings and then grabbed my breast again, squeezing my erect nipple. "Oh, you're fantastic Lynn," he said as he relentlessly pushed his penis fully into me. Such was my oblivion to the fact that we were both married and just good friends that I was actually thrusting back against him, my hips and pelvis jerking to meet his thrusts. He raised himself slightly off me and I bit my lip as I continued to meet his thrusts. I could see him looking down at us, as though he'd finally achieved a lifelong ambition, watching his penis going right into me, then withdrawing almost all the way out then pushing right back into me again. The harder he pushed into my vagina the more my breasts shuddered to our movement. Then just as I began to approach a climax he said "oh no, I'm going to come." I said "Me too." We kept our rhythm going although I suspected that his desire to have me, as opposed to my intention to remain a one-man woman, would mean he would come first. I was pleasantly surprised as I unleashed notice of my climax around the same time as he began to lose control. "Ohhh, orrr, orr, oh yes, oh yes, Kelvin, I'm going to come, Kelvin, yes, yes, oh yes, I'm, I'm, Oh I'm coming, oh yes, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, oooohhhhhh," getting louder until I screamed out. At the same time, with Kelvin's feet pushing against the arm of the sofa so that he continued to thrust deep inside me, he groaned "arrgh, ahh, uhh, uhh, uhh," and I felt the warmth of his sperm mix with my juices. He collapsed on top of me, both laying still, panting heavy breaths, with his penis still embedded in my now soaking vagina. Eventually we started gently kissing each other and I whispered "happy birthday." He said "thankyou that was the best present I've ever had in my life." "I enjoyed it as well," I replied. "Well, you can enjoy it again whenever you like," he offered. "Oh no, you'll have to wait another year," I replied, not believing I had made such an offer. Now I wonder how I can get out of that promise. Birthday Dinner Feeling adventurous this year, you decide to skip the normal crowd of friends, the usual party, the standard cake and ice cream. Instead, you decide to celebrate your birthday with me, a stranger you've only just met online. You're intrigued by the stories we've shared, and you wonder if the reality could be even half as appealing as the fantasy. When I ask to take you out for your birthday celebration, you nervously decide to accept. We meet rather late, at a small Italian restaurant in a trendy part of town. Still, the place is relatively crowded, but we are lucky enough to get a booth in the corner of the dimly lit room. The red cushions are deep and soft and wrap around the table in a semi-circle. We have to sit a few feet away from one another in order to look at each other across the table. We order our first bottle of wine to break the ice, and we order the second to celebrate the big day. By the time we have finished our meals, we are both feeling the soft elation of one too many drinks. Our eyes lock more frequently, and each time for a little longer. I take your hand during one such exchange, holding it softly. After a moment, I begin to slowly run my fingertips up your forearm, dragging the backs of my fingernails lightly over your skin. Your eyes close and you take a deep breath. I slide around the booth, slipping in next to you so that we are sitting side by side. While still stroking your arm with one hand, I reach subtly under the table with the other. I place a palm on your bare knee and almost immediately begin to inch my hand up your smooth thigh. You glance nervously at me, but I just stare back, and my hand continues on its path. It isn't slowed by the hem of your skirt, which my hand now slides under. The material bunches against my wrist as I continue to creep deeper into your lap. Finally, my fingers find the edge of your panties, soft and delicate. I stop there, feeling the soft heat from between your legs. You feel the light pressure of my hand, and when I look at you, you drop your eyes. I begin to press against you now, massaging your softness through your panties. I move my hand in small, firm, careful circles. You glance around the room anxiously, but I keep rubbing. Your breathing quickens a bit, and I match each exhale with a deeper massage. I can feel the moisture begin to seep through the cloth now, and it excites me. My cock begins to throb slightly under the table, and I place your hand over it so you can feel what you do to me. You try to pull away at first, but my strong grip won't let you. I let my fingertips follow the lines of your panties now, and I discover that they cling to your waist with only the thinnest of strings on each side. I wrap my fingers around one of these strings and, with no warning, pull sharply. The material snaps and you gasp slightly. The waistband now broken, I push the front of the thong aside, exposing your pussy. I trail a finger up one of your wet lips, savoring the sensation. I make a loop over the top of your clit and continue down the other side. After circling your slit a few times, I slowly press one finger against it. I slide easily into your soft, soaking hole, your pussy lips squeezing around me as I enter you. Your face looks flushed now, but I continue to hold your hand on my crotch. You can feel my dick hard against your hand, pulsing under my pants. I push my finger all the way in, and it slides with little resistance. Making small circles inside you, I press against your hot flesh. I begin to massage your g-spot, feeling its firmness deep inside of you. Suddenly, we are snapped from our little world when the waiter appears and asks about dessert. Again, you struggle subtly against me, but I keep our hands locked on each other under the table. "Just a coffee for me, please." As I say it, I slide my finger out of you and onto the bottom of your clit, applying even pressure. From there, I begin to circle the hard little mound, massaging it while the waiter stands just a few feet away. "Anything for you, Kris?" I half whisper it. You just shake your head. I caress you more earnestly during your reply, allowing my hand to be soaked by you now. Your juices have you slick, and I'm rubbing you faster and harder as he stands there. You can feel the orgasm rushing towards you, but you fight it. I focus two fingers right on your clit, and you feel their alternating pressures as I stroke you faster and faster. I can feel your legs trembling slightly, and you're now dripping onto the seat. Finally, the waiter turns to leave. As he does, I force my fingers back into your cunt, suddenly, almost violently. My thumb keeps pressure on your clit as I fuck your hole with my fingers. This sudden stimulation sends you rushing over the edge, unable to hold back. You moan out loud, just for a second, before catching your breath in your throat. The waiter turns back, thinking you've called him over. "It's nothing. Sorry," I say. As I do, your thighs crush my hand between them. I watch your chest heaving, and for the first time I feel you squeeze my thick cock. I slowly pull my fingers out, running them along your clit as I do. The sudden sensitivity makes you squirm. I grab your torn panties and pull hard again, this time ripping loose the other side of the waistband. I wipe my wet hand with them, then drop them to the floor. I smile as I think about the busboy sweeping them into his pan after we leave, making the connection with the wet spot you've left on the cushion. Your breathing normalizes, and the coffee arrives. You watch me sip quietly for a few minutes. Finally, you smile sheepishly and say, "I think I'd better use the restroom. I need to get myself cleaned up." I nod. You straighten your skirt, stand, and take a few steps. Even from my seat, I can see a small trail of shimmering wetness creeping just past your skirt. I stand up quietly and follow you. As you slip into the bathroom, I catch the door before you can close it. I push past, turn, and lock the door to the one person facility. "What are you..." is all you get out before I push you to your knees and press my cock - already freed from my pants - against your open lips. Your eyes open wide as my thick head parts your lips. I thrust just an inch or so inside you, widening your soft mouth. I pull back out once you've quieted and rub the mixture of your saliva and my precum around the outside of your lips, your chin, and your cheeks. You look up at me and, while looking back, I slip my shaft back into your mouth, more slowly and gently this time. You can taste the saltiness already gathered at my tip, and in seconds you are already licking tidy circles around my head. You keep your eyes trained on mine as I begin to push deeper inside of you. You take me in, thick and long, a little at a time. The suction from your lips makes me swell even larger, and I can feel my rod throbbing against your lips. I gasp as you take me all the way in, deep-throating every bit of me. I moan at the sensation of your throat closing around my tip, and I hold your face tightly against my body while my dick fills your mouth. After a moment, you begin to squirm, but I don't release you immediately. The power of holding you, speared against me, is a rush. I lean my head back and let the electric sensations you're producing wash over me. When you begin to struggle harder, I guide you slowly off me with my hands. You pause for a second but take no coercing to immediately wrap your lips back around me, sucking me back into you more fervently this time. I grab a hold of your hair as my hips begin to rock back and forth, pumping into your hungry mouth. My balls tighten in excitement when I look back down and see you massaging your pussy vigorously as you blow me. Whimpers and moans mix naturally with the sloppy wet sounds of your snatch and mouth and the pleasures they are bringing to us both. When I know I couldn't possibly get any harder, I slow my hips and gradually pull back. You look up at me expectantly, waiting for your order. I stand above you, stroking myself slowly, spit and precum dripping onto your chest and face. "Stand up," I say in almost a growl, "and turn around." You rise to your feet and turn in front of me. "Bend over." You do, supporting yourself against the clean white sink protruding from the wall. "Show yourself to me. Let me see your pussy." Still bending, you again obey. You reach back with one hand and pull your skirt over your ass. Your legs are spread slightly. I kneel, licking clean the insides of each thigh. Your pussy lips glisten, and I lick those as well. I push my face deep into your slit, burying my tongue inside you. You turn your head to look back at me. "Turn around," I snap. You do, and you're left with nothing to do but stare at yourself in the mirror as my agile tongue sends electricity through you. I listen closely to your breathing and watch intently as your lips swell against my mouth. When I know that you're close to cumming again, I stand and wipe my wet chin and cheeks. My cock, still pointed stiffly in front of me, pushes against your exposed ass. I rub its bottom side down your crack, feeling your crevice caress it. I push it downward towards the floor and repeat the motion, this time allowing the top of it to drag under your soaked pussy. Now wet and steely hard, I push my tip against your pink hole. I can almost feel you pulsing in anticipation, and I hold my head barely inside you. I can feel you tightening around me, but I don't yet give you what you want, what you're dripping for, what is making your chest heave against the porcelain. When you try to thrust backwards, I pull away and smack you cleanly, crisply on your ass. The sound echoes through the room and you wince a little, but when I next catch your reflection in the mirror I can see that your face is flushed and you're breathing more heavily. "Not until I say so." I hold myself against you for another moment, letting juices drip stickily down the insides of your thighs. Finally, when neither of us can stand it any longer, I push slowly inside you, savoring the image of my girth splitting you. You groan and rock your hips, taking in every bit of me you can. I hold myself inside you, nails digging into your hips, then pull almost entirely out. My cock is shimmering with your moisture now, and the room is redolent of sex. I enter you again, this time more sharply, and you gasp out loud. My hips smack against your ass, and I grow more frenzied at the sensation of your firm bare flesh pressed against mine. I begin pulling out and sliding in rhythmically, pumping your cunt with a forceful desperation that makes you quiver. I fill you, and you can feel my thickness spreading you wide. Your head dips and rises, your hips following, your tits swaying underneath you. I watch us both in the mirror. I grab a handful of hair and pull it towards me, snapping your head backwards. You reach down involuntarily and begin stroking your clit, smacking your hand against your beautiful pussy. A meager knock comes through the door, but neither of us slow. "Not now," I bark. You lift one leg, resting your knee on the sink, opening your slit even wider for me. The new angle allows me to penetrate even deeper, and neither of us can control ourselves now. Your hand is a blur between your legs, and I can feel an incredible pressure close to bursting in every inch of my body. You see me in the mirror and pant, "Fuck me... oh God, keeping fucking me... I'm going... I'm going to cum so hard..." The words alone are enough to unleash your orgasm, and convulsions envelope your body. Your nipples are so firm they're visible through your shirt. Your skin is slick with sweat. Your legs tremble. Your voice rises, your breaths come in uneven heaves, your pussy tightens, and you press both hands against the mirror to steady yourself as wave after wave shakes your body. Before it can stop, I pull you upright and turn you around, facing me. With my powerful arms, I lift you onto the counter and push your wet legs apart. Smacking my dick against your spread pussy a few times, I can't hold back. You reach down and take my slippery member in both hands any stroke it rapidly, almost uncontrollably. Almost instantly, I explode, shooting hot, thick ropes of sticky cum all over your tits, your stomach, thighs, and slit. The convulsions keep coming, and my hands clamp onto your legs as my eyes close and my head rolls back. I'm throbbing hard, and when I open my eyes again, you are masturbating one more time, rubbing yourself with my giz, spreading it like a lube up and down your lips and over your clit. You have a final orgasm like that, the heat of my cum and the softness of your own hands sending your over the edge once more. As you finish, I pull you off the counter and back to your knees, where you started. "Clean me up," is all I say. You do, licking the splatter from my legs and stomach and cock. When you finish, you wipe yourself off with a wet paper towel before slipping your skirt back down. I take your hand and lead you out the door, past the few patrons that still remain. As we pass, I toss cash on our table and follow you out the door and into the cool late night air.