before asking her if we could actually go out earlier than previously planned. I watched as her expression changed from worry to relief in a matter of seconds. God she was sexy. Just as I turned to walk away, I stopped and looked back at her.
“Oh, and thanks for the hug. It was, nice.” With that I proceeded to make my way back to my office, chuckling the whole way.
The next day leading up to our date, went by extremely fucking slow. I prattled about the house, trying to find things to do, but kept coming up empty handed. It was beginning to get frighteningly frustrating at how hard it was to keep the little vixen off of my mind.
Finally the clock hit six , and I started getting ready. It didn’t take me very long, but long enough to let the time pass by quickly. I decided on my three-piece, grey Dolce and Gabbana suit late last night, when I couldn’t sleep yet again. I quickly ran my fingers through my disheveled looking hair and made my way downstairs.
When I pulled into her driveway a little before seven, I had to give myself a little bit of a pep talk just to get out of the car. It didn’t help to calm my nerves much, but it had definitely been worth a try.
After I knocked on her front door, I heard barking coming from inside. I wasn’t much of an animal person, so I prayed it wasn’t some huge dog waiting to attack on the other side of the door. My jaw dropped to the ground when she opened the door for me. She looked beyond beautiful in her plum colored dress. It was form fitting and showed off every single curve she had.
Amazing!
Her long, light blonde hair was curled and pulled forward over her breasts. I stood staring, probably longer than I should have, when I noticed the portly English bulldog sitting at her feet. I wasn’t the biggest fan of dogs, but he was a gorgeous pup and hard to resist not saying hi to. I silently cursed myself when I bent down to pet him. What the fuck was happening to me? I was on the floor in a $1,200 suit, playing with her dog, trying to do what, impress her?
After she gave me the grand tour, which I watched her ass more than anything, we set off for dinner. For the first time, ever, I couldn’t think of one single word the whole car ride over. It became increasingly awkward, and I was thankful that she finally reached over and turned the radio on.
Dinner went more smoothly. We had some great conversation, and I was finally feeling like my cocky self again. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about her made me feel at ease one minute and had me nervous out of my mind the next. It was maddening.
The first time her hand landed on my upper thigh, I swear I jumped. It was completely unexpected and overwhelming, but gladly accepted. I returned the favor more than once throughout the night. I honestly wanted my hands in more places than just her thigh, but I vowed to be a good boy until she gave me the go ahead.
When the waiter brought us the check , I watched as her expression quickly turned to disappointment and I felt the same. I didn’t want this night to be over yet. I knew I wasn’t going to get to see her until Monday and it was already killing me. I watched her intently as she stood from the booth, sliding her hands down her dress. I licked my lips in anticipation of what I was about to do. As she turned towards me to grab her purse off of the table, I slid my hands around her waist. I knew she was going in for a peck on the cheek but I had other ideas.
In the middle of one of the busiest restaurants, I pulled her into my chest and let my lips fall onto hers. From the first touch, something exploded in my body and my dick strained against my pants. I let my lips linger longer than necessary but I was waiting for my erection to subside enough so that I could walk again. This woman was going to be the death of me. I could see it already.
Nine
Aston
The week leading up to the wedding was a slow, mundane week. Sloan and I had talked on the phone at
“Oh, and thanks for the hug. It was, nice.” With that I proceeded to make my way back to my office, chuckling the whole way.
The next day leading up to our date, went by extremely fucking slow. I prattled about the house, trying to find things to do, but kept coming up empty handed. It was beginning to get frighteningly frustrating at how hard it was to keep the little vixen off of my mind.
Finally the clock hit six , and I started getting ready. It didn’t take me very long, but long enough to let the time pass by quickly. I decided on my three-piece, grey Dolce and Gabbana suit late last night, when I couldn’t sleep yet again. I quickly ran my fingers through my disheveled looking hair and made my way downstairs.
When I pulled into her driveway a little before seven, I had to give myself a little bit of a pep talk just to get out of the car. It didn’t help to calm my nerves much, but it had definitely been worth a try.
After I knocked on her front door, I heard barking coming from inside. I wasn’t much of an animal person, so I prayed it wasn’t some huge dog waiting to attack on the other side of the door. My jaw dropped to the ground when she opened the door for me. She looked beyond beautiful in her plum colored dress. It was form fitting and showed off every single curve she had.
Amazing!
Her long, light blonde hair was curled and pulled forward over her breasts. I stood staring, probably longer than I should have, when I noticed the portly English bulldog sitting at her feet. I wasn’t the biggest fan of dogs, but he was a gorgeous pup and hard to resist not saying hi to. I silently cursed myself when I bent down to pet him. What the fuck was happening to me? I was on the floor in a $1,200 suit, playing with her dog, trying to do what, impress her?
After she gave me the grand tour, which I watched her ass more than anything, we set off for dinner. For the first time, ever, I couldn’t think of one single word the whole car ride over. It became increasingly awkward, and I was thankful that she finally reached over and turned the radio on.
Dinner went more smoothly. We had some great conversation, and I was finally feeling like my cocky self again. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about her made me feel at ease one minute and had me nervous out of my mind the next. It was maddening.
The first time her hand landed on my upper thigh, I swear I jumped. It was completely unexpected and overwhelming, but gladly accepted. I returned the favor more than once throughout the night. I honestly wanted my hands in more places than just her thigh, but I vowed to be a good boy until she gave me the go ahead.
When the waiter brought us the check , I watched as her expression quickly turned to disappointment and I felt the same. I didn’t want this night to be over yet. I knew I wasn’t going to get to see her until Monday and it was already killing me. I watched her intently as she stood from the booth, sliding her hands down her dress. I licked my lips in anticipation of what I was about to do. As she turned towards me to grab her purse off of the table, I slid my hands around her waist. I knew she was going in for a peck on the cheek but I had other ideas.
In the middle of one of the busiest restaurants, I pulled her into my chest and let my lips fall onto hers. From the first touch, something exploded in my body and my dick strained against my pants. I let my lips linger longer than necessary but I was waiting for my erection to subside enough so that I could walk again. This woman was going to be the death of me. I could see it already.
Nine
Aston
The week leading up to the wedding was a slow, mundane week. Sloan and I had talked on the phone at
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