One
I’ve had a lot of beautiful women in my bed, on their knees, bent over a table, doing whatever I wanted them to. But I have never wanted to clear out a restaurant so I could slide a woman’s dress up and wrap her legs around my hips the moment I saw her .
And then Sophie walked through the door.
She pulled some of her long, reddish-brown hair forward over her shoulder, fluffing the ends and trying to arrange herself. She wore a black mini-dress that clung to her generous curves, with a flattering plunge that didn’t allow for a bra and put the swell of her perfect breasts on display. They bounced lightly as she walked in her fuck-me pumps, and for the first time I could remember, I got hard right in the restaurant just from looking at her and imagining how it would feel to sink into her. I’d fuck her until those big amber eyes went dark with need and she begged me to let her come.
She wasn’t even there to meet me . Had no idea I existed. That was about to change.
I always get what I want, and I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.
“Sophie?” I said, sliding out of the horseshoe-shaped booth with a smile. I held my hand out to take hers.
Her smile was uncertain but brightened within a second. “Bill?” She took my hand, so I enclosed hers in both of mine. I moved for her to slide into the booth where I’d been sitting, so she wouldn’t be facing the back of the restaurant, and I sat across from her.
The man she’d expected to see was in the bathroom, having had one too many Jack and Cokes while waiting for his supposedly gorgeous blind date named Sophie, or so he’d explained to every server who passed his table and one couple on their way out. This Bill she was here to meet was tall and pale, balding in front, sweaty, and not someone the gorgeous creature sitting across from me should be having a dinner date with.
“Aunt Carla described you . . . differently.” Sophie put her clutch on the seat, put her hands in her lap and leaned forward a little. I could already feel her big tits in my hands. My mouth watered.
“Are you disappointed?” I leaned back and sipped my scotch.
“Are you crazy?” She laughed. “No, not at all. Just surprised.”
I know I’m handsome enough, even though I could look like a troll and still have any woman I wanted. Money and power turn most people on more than looks ever could. But her admiration shot right down to my cock. It throbbed as I imagined her full, pink lips wrapped around it.
She reached behind her neck and scooped more of her thick, shiny hair forward over her shoulder.
“Don’t do that,” I said.
She straightened. “What? My hair?”
“It’s beautiful. I’d like to have it wrapped around my fingers. But don’t cover yourself up like that.” I reached across the table and used my index finger to push the hair behind her shoulder again, exposing the top of her round breast. “There. Gorgeous.”
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced down at herself and then the table. Her cheeks pinked up before she looked back at me, so nervous but obviously pleased. This remarkable beauty was shy .
I was going to taste that creamy skin before the night was over and make her skin flush for better reasons.
Two - Sophie
My Aunt Carla had a lot to answer for.
First, she knew I didn’t want to go on a blind date. Only my cousin’s upcoming wedding and the need for a suitable date to quiet the hens in the family drove me to go. Second, she described Bill as unfortunately skinny but a reserved gentleman and very sweet. I knew it was unlikely he was physically attractive since she’d gone on and on about his personality, but I didn’t mind. It was just a date and possibly a future date to a wedding—I wasn’t signing a marriage license with the man.
Turned out Bill wasn’t skinny. And he wasn’t reserved, pushing my hair back and ogling my breasts. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive.
And I don’t think I’d have minded if
I’ve had a lot of beautiful women in my bed, on their knees, bent over a table, doing whatever I wanted them to. But I have never wanted to clear out a restaurant so I could slide a woman’s dress up and wrap her legs around my hips the moment I saw her .
And then Sophie walked through the door.
She pulled some of her long, reddish-brown hair forward over her shoulder, fluffing the ends and trying to arrange herself. She wore a black mini-dress that clung to her generous curves, with a flattering plunge that didn’t allow for a bra and put the swell of her perfect breasts on display. They bounced lightly as she walked in her fuck-me pumps, and for the first time I could remember, I got hard right in the restaurant just from looking at her and imagining how it would feel to sink into her. I’d fuck her until those big amber eyes went dark with need and she begged me to let her come.
She wasn’t even there to meet me . Had no idea I existed. That was about to change.
I always get what I want, and I couldn’t remember ever wanting anything more.
“Sophie?” I said, sliding out of the horseshoe-shaped booth with a smile. I held my hand out to take hers.
Her smile was uncertain but brightened within a second. “Bill?” She took my hand, so I enclosed hers in both of mine. I moved for her to slide into the booth where I’d been sitting, so she wouldn’t be facing the back of the restaurant, and I sat across from her.
The man she’d expected to see was in the bathroom, having had one too many Jack and Cokes while waiting for his supposedly gorgeous blind date named Sophie, or so he’d explained to every server who passed his table and one couple on their way out. This Bill she was here to meet was tall and pale, balding in front, sweaty, and not someone the gorgeous creature sitting across from me should be having a dinner date with.
“Aunt Carla described you . . . differently.” Sophie put her clutch on the seat, put her hands in her lap and leaned forward a little. I could already feel her big tits in my hands. My mouth watered.
“Are you disappointed?” I leaned back and sipped my scotch.
“Are you crazy?” She laughed. “No, not at all. Just surprised.”
I know I’m handsome enough, even though I could look like a troll and still have any woman I wanted. Money and power turn most people on more than looks ever could. But her admiration shot right down to my cock. It throbbed as I imagined her full, pink lips wrapped around it.
She reached behind her neck and scooped more of her thick, shiny hair forward over her shoulder.
“Don’t do that,” I said.
She straightened. “What? My hair?”
“It’s beautiful. I’d like to have it wrapped around my fingers. But don’t cover yourself up like that.” I reached across the table and used my index finger to push the hair behind her shoulder again, exposing the top of her round breast. “There. Gorgeous.”
Her eyes fluttered as she glanced down at herself and then the table. Her cheeks pinked up before she looked back at me, so nervous but obviously pleased. This remarkable beauty was shy .
I was going to taste that creamy skin before the night was over and make her skin flush for better reasons.
Two - Sophie
My Aunt Carla had a lot to answer for.
First, she knew I didn’t want to go on a blind date. Only my cousin’s upcoming wedding and the need for a suitable date to quiet the hens in the family drove me to go. Second, she described Bill as unfortunately skinny but a reserved gentleman and very sweet. I knew it was unlikely he was physically attractive since she’d gone on and on about his personality, but I didn’t mind. It was just a date and possibly a future date to a wedding—I wasn’t signing a marriage license with the man.
Turned out Bill wasn’t skinny. And he wasn’t reserved, pushing my hair back and ogling my breasts. He looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive.
And I don’t think I’d have minded if
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