When we arrived at the restaurant we stood waiting in the foyer, and I could see men's eyes turn toward Lori. The hostess approached us, and I confirmed our reservation with her. The restaurant was divided into two sections, an open area with tables and chairs in the normal style of a restaurant, and a series of private booths separated by shoji screens, more toward the back of the space. I had reserved a booth, which required us to walk through the open area. As we walked I could see men's eyes follow Lori, and some women's eyes scan her resentfully. I looked down, and could see that she had large nipple erections, visible plainly through the tight dress. Men's attention had always made her horny.
Such an exhibitionist!
At the booth, the hostess slid open the screens to reveal a small room entirely occupied by a rectangular table, surrounded by a soft, padded bench seat around three sides. Only the side toward the screens was open, and there was space to slide around the table to sit. It could accommodate four comfortably in a U-shaped seating arrangement. Lori slid into the back part of the bench facing the screens, and I sat down to her left on the table end. Getting in was rather tricky. The table was covered by an oversized tablecloth that hung almost all the way down to the floor, and it was hard to slide in without dragging it.
In getting in to the back bench, Lori's dress pulled up almost to the waist and she squirmed as she pulled it back into a comfortable position. After we sat the attendant took our drink order and slid the screens closed again. We found ourselves in a tiny room, with privacy of a sort. The screens were made of rice paper, and while they blocked the view, noises came through them as if they weren't there, and of course they were open at the top.
As we sipped our drinks and waited for our order, Lori continued her torments, slipping her left hand under the table and caressing my thigh, occasionally sliding her hand up and squeezing my cock through the cloth. To my alarm, she continued right on doing it as the attendant brought us our appetizers, Tempura vegetables. Either the server's view was blocked by the table or she studiously ignored us, because she appeared not to notice that Lori's had was in my lap.
I could feel the heat rush to my face as I blushed. Lori was the one who had been into outdoor fun, even before she met me. We had already had sex in a back corner of the Library at university where we met, and once in a swimming pool, clinging to the side in the deep end with people sunbathing not 15 feet away. Lori merely smiled devilishly and clinked her wineglass against mine.
