Whiskey Approved

I order my girl a drink and get a whiskey for myself.
I don't like beer much if at all these days.
No self respecting man drinks a fuckin' cocktail.
It's not the time nor place for a glass of wine.

I told her to wear something sexy and what time to be ready.
She asked about shoes and I said something uncomfortable is fine because we won't be walking much but sexy enough that she'll leave them on after dinner while I'm between her legs.

The bartender brings us our drinks.
The female bartender lingers a bit too long with her look in my eyes and shyly glances down the way they do and you just know.
My girl leans forward to stake her claim ever so slightly, subconsciously I would bet because it happens so quickly.

My hand rests on my girl's leg then slips between. Not high, but absentmindedly and she goes to brush it away but I do not move. She squirms and I grab her by the arm with my free hand, and don't say a word but rather look her in the eyes not disapprovingly because we are in public but rather that I understand we are in public and her tacit shyness but I do not care, she is mine, she belongs to me, and I'll slide my hands between her legs when I see fit.

She leans forward and nuzzles her beautiful face into my chest and capitulates, then grasps my hand with hers and pushes it higher. I can feel the heat between her legs.
I sip my whiskey, and bask in the peace of a beautiful girl, a stiff drink, and the potential that all that entails.