"Oh, yeah, sorry..." replies Phil, handing the ring to Jane, who places it on her right-hand middle finger. "I LOVE it!" shrieked Jane, just as their main courses arrived.
Both ate their meals, occasionally chatting whilst enjoying the food. Phil couldn't help but notice the pendant and the ring seemed to be glowing a bit, but he wrote it off as the ambient lighting hitting the gemstones.
After the main, Jane reached across and whispered sweet nothings into Phil's ear. He responded with a fairly naughty suggestion about what they should do later. Jane immediately felt flushed, almost uncontrollably. Just *thinking* about it made her breathing deeper, shivers run through her lower body and images of Phil fucking her like mad rush through her mind.
She felt an incredible sudden slickness between her legs - had she cum just thinking about it? - and she quickly excused herself with a suggestive smirk. Quickly heading to the ladies, she entered a cubicle and sat down on the toilet after dropping her panties - which were positively soaked through - and looked at her crotch. She was caught by surprise - her normally hidden clitoris swollen and engorged, desperate for action, peaking out from between similarly swollen labia. She wouldn't be surprised if this were normal for her, but she knew it wasn't - her love button rarely revealed itself even in the deepest throws of passion with Phil.
If anything, she felt for a second like she was looking at someone else's crotch.
There was a burning desire inside Jane to finished herself off there and then, but then what if someone were to walk in?