My birthday - touching in our booth

Today's my birthday. My guy and I went out to see Incredibles 2. Yep, I don't mind being surrounded by kids. It's so not a kids-only flick. It's great!

My guy took me out to a restaurant by the movie theatre afterwards. I had grilled salmon with ancient grains (it tasted like wild rice, but better), broccoli, and spinach. It was really good. I got a grilled lemon to squeeze all over my dish. It feels good to eat light and healthy, especially when it has been hot.

My guy got a burger with fries. There was a cute little pickle skewered on top of his burger.

"It looks like your member before it gets hard," I remarked.
"You're funny," he said, chuckling.

We got a booth. We sat next to each other. I was wearing shorts. He couldn't help but to caress my bare right leg. He then wandered over to my crotch. Our food came, so the wandering stopped for a bit.

I got to play with his hard cock under the table. It's nice that we can't keep our hands to ourselves.

We kissed. I could taste the mustard and ketchup from him. I'm sure he could taste the lemon basil sauce on my lips.

He groped my butt and said that he wanted to spank me. I groped his in return, which turned me on.

The restaurant wasn't too busy. It was nice foreplay to have in a public setting.

My guy is Mr. Fix-it when my bottom no longer smarts

Last Tuesday, when my guy and I were seated at a booth in our favourite Chinese restaurant for lunch, we had this conversation.

"My bottom doesn't hurt," I observed, thankful that we had padded seats in our booth.
"I can quickly fix that," my guy said, without missing a beat.

It's nice when he is into spanking me often. I am glad that he is sticking around for a bit before he travels again on business.

N is for nails - fingers and toes!

My guy is an observant person. He can tell when I have cut my bangs or whether I am wearing a new sweater.

When we first met up at the hotel in Montreal a week ago, we went up to the room, had a bit of fun, and then went back to my guy's rented car to find a place to grab some dinner. We found a nice deli a few blocks away.

My guy and I sat at a cozy booth. He looked at my nails and noticed the lavender purple nail polish that I had on. He liked it a ton and told me so as he continued holding my hands across the table.

After dinner, we drove back to the hotel. We both changed and hit the shower, with my going in first while my guy looked up the address of our office in Montreal.

When I stepped out of the shower, my guy looked down at my toes.

"Wow, you have dark purple nail polish on your toes," he said, nodding approvingly.
"Yes, you know that I love purple."
"I do. You have purple toenails and purple fingernails," he remarked. "And, you saw Fifty Shades of Grey earlier today. I see a pattern," he teased.

It's always good when your loved one notices such details. It feels great.