I remember the first time I saw her do it. We were at a fancy restaurant, the kind with white tablecloths and candles. She leaned over, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and whispered in my ear, ‘I’m going to flirt with that guy at the bar.’ I felt a rush of excitement and fear. She slipped her panties off under the table, her fingers brushing against my thigh as she handed them to me. I could feel the heat of her body, the scent of her arousal. She stood up, her dress flowing around her, and walked over to the bar. I watched as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, her hand resting on his arm. I knew I was in for a wild night. The challenge was on, and I was ready to see where it would take us.