I answered, “Of course you must feel Aren’t there any fantasies you would like to explore.”?
“If I had any I’d prefer to keep them a fantasy,” she replied.
“What are they?”
“What are what?” she asked.
“Your fantasies, any fantasy.”
“I don’t know that I have any.”
“If you did, would you tell me?”
She thought for a moment,”Yes I think I would.”
“Oh come on baby,” I reacted. “You have no fantasy and you would tell me if you did. Would you tell me anything you would do?”
“Of course I would” she immediately replied.
I smiled looking at her still gently rubbing her clit.
“What are you smiling about? She questioned.
“I do believe you sell me short. You are my great love. I know you better then you think.”
She looked a little annoyed. “Now what does that mean?”
I tried to look as serious as possible. “ It means I know when you are open and closed.”
“What do you mean by open and closed?” She asked.
“I mean that when I ask you a question I know when you are forthright or hiding things?”
Gail was now looking questioningly at me. I still kept touching her clit. She had opened her legs a bit further.
“Give me an example of what you are talking about.”
“Well when I asked you about last nights dinner for example. There are other things.”
With consternation in her look she asked, “What would I want to hide from you about dinner last night?”
“I don’t know, but I feel things with you, a sixth sense. Take my hand and hold it,” I said, smiling as I spoke, “look me in the eye, knowing my love… no our love, and answer again. Have you told me everything about dinner last night?”
I gave her my right hand and kept my left hand on her clit. Gail looked at me for a long time, ten seconds felt like a minute. I was smiling and looking at her. Slowly her face broke into a smile.
My heart skipping a beat, “I’m right aren’t I? I asked,
“Well, in a way,” she said, still smiling
“In what way? I asked
“Well something happened when we were out last night and I thought I’d try what you asked me to do. Just too see.”
“That’s a good start baby, and I love you for it, but just tell me about it, don’t force me to ask question by inch.”
“Do you remember the skirt I had on last night?”
I tried to look apologetic, “No I’m afraid I don’t.”
Well let me just fill you in she said smiling at me. I wore the skirt that has the slit on the side the one you like. Andy took us to a lovely restaurant in Cannes. It was crowded, very jet set I think. We were seated along the wall. Mostly single tables. The waiter put the corner and adjacent table together for us. Charlene and I sat on the wall, on a bank. Andy sat in a chair facing us. The wall and mirror were on my right and Charlene on my left. The place was busy so we had a bottle of wine while waiting for them to take our order. Eventually a man I would say in his late thirties or early forties was seated at the table to the left of Charlene. He too was waiting and he eventually chatted, first with Andrew then increasingly with Charlene. He was French.
We were well through our second bottle of wine when our order was taken.