How it worked!
he ambience of the restaurant was very beautiful and romantic. Radha was dressed in her finest. She was wearing pink offshoulder top and kneelength black skirt, and Debu was looking so debonair! There were no lights only each table had its own candle, and there even was a woman walking around the tables playing soft, melodic music on a violin.
Radha had heard a lot about this restaurant that its atmosphere actually put any unromantic person into a romantic mood, especially men. Although Radha had not planned very strategically to actually try this idea but she was very excited. She looked at Debu. He was enjoying the evening but she did not find any sign of romanticism on his face. She slowly touched his hand, but he was more interested in sipping his drink. Radha was just dying to experience the romantic ambience herelf and see the effect she hoped it would have on Debu. The restaurant had been everything she dreamt it would be. How could a man not be in a romantic mood after having dinner in that atmosphere?
They had a quiet dinner. In any case Debu talks less and while eating he hates to talk as he wants to enjoy every bit of his food. Yes, he is a foodie. But this time Radha was adamant, so on the drive home, she reached over and rested her hand on his shoulder, softly caressing his neck. Then she had started playing with his hair. That should be enough of a hint as to what was on her mind. But, after this unforgettable evening, she didn't want to take any chances.
"This was such a romantic evening. Guess what I'm in the mood for tonight," she whispered.
Debu gave her a quick glance and smiled.
"Why? What happened? What are you up to, Radha. Please no pranks. Your pranks are really childish. Grow up and sit properly. I am driving."
"Oh, dear, just let your imagination run wild. We've got about 10 more minutes before we get home." Radha had tried to make her voice seductive, but she was not very sure about Debu. In fact, she doubted her love and seduction skills at that moment.
er mind pictured a number of romantic scenarios for when they got home. Like Debu coming up from behind, putting his arms around her, and kissing her neck. Or taking her hand gently in his and leading her into the bedroom. Or actually sweeping her into his
Disappointment started to well up inside her but, after this beautiful evening, she wasn't going to give in to it. She crawled under the covers and snuggled up to Debu, putting one arm under his shoulders and running her fingers up his inner thigh with the other... higher and higher. The restaurant had been everything she dreamt it would be. How could a man not be in a romantic mood after having dinner in that atmosphere? They had a quiet dinner. In any case Debu talks less and while eating he hates to talk as he wants to enjoy every bit of his food. Yes, he is a foodie.