Having lunch at a Middle Eastern restaurant, being groped, and showing quiet signs of affection

My guy pinged me first thing on Thursday morning on our corporate instant messaging application. It is always nice to hear from him.

He asked me whether it would be okay to change our lunch plans. Two of his students wanted to have lunch with us. I was okay with the extra company, but we would lose some quiet time for ourselves.

Well, I found out later that his entire class wanted to go to a Middle Eastern restaurant for lunch. It was nice meeting his students. I especially enjoyed talking to one gentleman who lives in Dallas, but is originally from London, UK.

My guy and I sat next to each other at the restaurant. He discreetly touched the side of my thigh as we conversed with everyone. I went and caressed his leg. He hiked up his pant leg and I caressed his bare, muscular calf for quite some time while chatting with others.

The food at this restaurant was delicious. My guy and I both had beef shawarmas. I went with the platter version, whereas my guy just had the wrap. We also had hummus and pita bread.

I caressed my guy's thigh. He quietly held my hand under the table.

When our entire group was done, we went to settle the bill. My guy paid for me. He's sweet.

We then all left the restaurant. My guy and I were at the back of the pack. He discreetly and strategically groped my left buttock as we went through the first set of doors. I looked at him and smiled. He placed his hand on the small of my back. I quietly grabbed his right hand and squeezed it.

We can be affectionate without being bold. It feels good.

Good morning call and aftermath chat about my rear end

On Friday, my guy did the sweetest thing. To most, it wouldn't be a huge deal. It was to me.

I tend to get to the office by 08:30 when I am there in the mornings. I got a call at 09:05 from my guy, who was in the training room. He has never done that before.

The fact that my car was obviously in the parking lot tends to put him at ease and makes him happy. I noticed that he was in the office earlier than usual. He told me that he stayed at his friend's place overnight, which is closer to work than if he drove from his place. It also helped that many folks took Friday off, kicking off the long holiday weekend here, and made the morning drive to work a lot easier.

"Did you get enough beauty sleep? Well, you don't really need any. You're fine," I said to him.
"I woke up at my regular time of 07:00," he replied. I could tell that he was smiling, judging by the cheerful tone of his voice.

We talked some more. I am not sure exactly what we were talking about.

"Maybe I should flash them, to make the seminar is interesting," he said.
"Well, if you did that to me, I'd be very happy. However, to your attendees, you may not have a job after that," I explained.
"Are you by yourself upstairs?" he asked me.
"Nope," I said.
"Shouldn't you be careful about what you're saying?" he said, in his usual paranoid way when it comes to our private conversations in the workplace.
"Don't worry. All is fine."
"I do worry," he admitted.
"I know you do. It's okay."

My guy wished me a good day and said that he wanted to say good morning to me. I am glad that he did. I said that we'd talk later.

At lunch, he called me. He was waiting in his car in front of our office building. Minutes later, I waved to him while walking to his car and then got in.

I reassured him that all was okay with our conversation this morning. My colleague actually thought that I was talking to our other writer. My guy was fine after that statement, as I am comfortable talking to anyone.

"How's your rear end?" my guy asked, referring to our flogging session the other day.
"It's good now," I said. "The pain was immediate, lasted for a few hours, left some marks, but went away faster than I had thought it would. When you spank me hard, that pain lingers for a day or so. It's good. We should do it again."
"Sounds good," he said, smiling at me. "I was worried about you."

It's great that he's my best friend, my lover, and my disciplinarian. It all works nicely.

Discreet affection at a farewell work luncheon

Two Thursdays ago was the part-time writer's farewell luncheon. This part-time writer, who told me when she was rehired that she "hates writing," decided that she was "not renewing [her] contract." Frankly, it was the best early Christmas present I could have received at work.

She took the job as a means to socialize with folks. I never understood why she returned at first, but it was clear as each month passed that she craved socializing with people. You could tell that actually doing work meant little to her. She took four weeks of unpaid vacation since she was hired back in June. I, on the other hand, have taken two weeks of vacation for the entire year and am carrying over my last week of vacation to 2013.

So, as expected, the part-time writer could not decide where she wanted to go for lunch. It took a project manager to suggest having sushi. She is not the generous type. Whenever we go out for lunch, she does not offer to drive. Although today was her day, she still didn't offer to drive.

I had to stop by the training room to get my guy. I wasn't expecting her to wait for me, along with two other colleagues. Obviously, she wasn't going to attempt to drive at all. My guy was kind to offer. He is truly a gentleman.

My guy sat next to me at the Japanese restaurant. There were eight of us. We were seated in a separate room, but the tables were separated. It was nice to not be seated at the same table with the part-time writer.

My guy is the type who picks up things quickly. He tried using chopsticks for the first time. He asked me if he was holding them correctly. He nearly had it. I taught him how. I also ordered sushi for him, as he didn't know what he felt like. It was sweet that he trusted me.

When we were all done eating lunch, we all talked. I discreetly caressed the back of his left calf and the side of his left thigh for quite a bit.

Two hours later, my guy drove the four of us back to the workplace. I was leaving for the day. The part-time writer asked if I was in the office the follow day, which was her last day. I said no. The funny thing was that my guy had clients to meet with on Friday, so he never got to see her. The other writer ended up feeling ill on Friday. So, it was fitting that no one was there on her final day. She has dropped the ball on numerous tasks, which all three of us have had to pick up the slack.

I asked my guy if he wanted my parking spot. He was game. I hopped back into his car and he drove me to mine.

He asked me whether others had noticed that I was affectionately caressing his thigh and calf. I said that I doubted it. I asked my guy if he was worried about it. He wasn't.

I could tell that he enjoyed my touching him. I would have loved to have massaged his crotch, but that wouldn't have been too discreet!