Admiring the inviting table set for two, they both sit down to dinner and admire the sumptuous view. Yes, the entree looks delicious, oh so yummy is that desert. It's also the perfect opportunity for the two to begin to flirt. In the dim, flickering light of a candle he admires her eyes, as his hands slips under the table and caresses her thighs. As she smiles coyly, she gets an inkling that this meal, isn't the feast he's interested in, as he continues to gently feel. Oh well, dinner can wait, she thinks, as she decides she would tease. And she drags her toes up his legs, then stops at his knees, waits a second, then up those thighs to that bulge in his crotch. She squeezes. He sucks his bottom lip, just mesmerized by the joy of it all, she can do whatever she pleases. He feeds her a strawberry, the juice runs down her face. He traces her mouth, making her lips smile. Offering him whipped cream and her finger he savors the sweetness of it for a while. They dance, no music, just two hearts beating, lighting the fire between. He explores under her blouse, so soft. So hard he's become, hmm, could this mean it will happen this time? She wonders. She searches his eyes, she holds his hands tight. He is almost weakened by the desire. She is almost sure they'll make love tonight. The warmth of that thought captures their hearts. They surrender, caught in the heat, they are powerless to fight.