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"Down girl," I muttered. The door opened and we stepped outside into the unusually warm November air.
The patio was surrounded on one side by a wall of windows looking out from the bar and on another by the solid wall of the kitchen. The other two sides had a wooden railing and overlooked a small side parking lot. In the summertime, there were japanese lanterns lit and a bartender manning the small bar in the corner. Tonight, it was dark and deserted. We found two barstools behind a table in the corner and Mitch gallantly dusted mine off. I climbed up and began sipping my wine.
"Good idea, it feels so nice out here," I commented.
"Yes, it is nice out here," he agreed, staring at me intently. "Kelli, I'd like to kiss you."
"Please," I said faintly.
He leaned over and touched his lips to mine. He kissed me softly, just brushing our lips together, not too wet or aggressive. He licked my closed lips, and they parted, inviting him inside. We kissed for what seemed like hours, with only our lips and tongues touching.
Finally, I slipped out of my chair and moved in front of him. With him sitting and me standing, we were at just the right height. He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my arms, up and down my back, pulling me snugly between his thighs. He gently caressed my breasts, rubbing the nipples, then squeezing them.
"Mmmmmm" I purred. Then he stood up and backed me slowly into the wall. He reached under my skirt and rubbed my thighs. As his hand moved over my center, he could feel how hot and wet I was.
"Mmmmmm, yourself" he whispered in my ear.
He slipped his hand inside my panties and began to stroke. He rubbed my clit, then circled it, then slid a finger inside me. He repeated that sequence until I was breathless and aching.
Suddenly, a spill of light and noise interrupted my sensual daze. It was one of the bar servers, "Y'all OK out here? Need another round?" I tried to jump away but Mitch held me tight.
"Sure," he replied calmly, casually moving to block her view of our activity, clever fingers never missing a beat. "A beer for me and a chardonnay for the lady."
"Be right back, hon," she said and the door shut.
"Oh my gosh," I gasped. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack." Mitch grinned devilishly and slowly withdrew his hand. Abandoning pride, I was almost whimpering when I said, "Please don't stop."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure you'll like this even better," he said confidently. He knelt in front of me and slowly pulled down my panties. "I like this style," he said, "that little bit of cheek showing is very sexy."
Slowly, deliberately, he slid them down my legs, then brought them to his face and inhaled. I found that erotically intimate and it made me shiver. He stuffed them in his pocket.
"Wait just a minute," I protested in mock indignation, "those are brand-new!"
He laughed, "You'll get them back. It may cost you, though." My nipples hardened at the thought of what kind of payment he might extract.
He hiked my skirt up over my hips and lifted me back onto the bar stool.