I'd like my meat inside you. "That depends on the cut. How do NY Strips sound? If you agree, I like mine medium rare."
Damn, I really can't wait until tomorrow night.
"Well, it does seem like I have some groceries to buy and have delivered. Plus, it's past this old fogey's bedtime. Shall we continue tomorrow night at my place?"
"New York Strip is good!!! I do rare, but medium rare is good too"
Thinking through what all I need to do. For tomorrow, not the least of which is getting a very conservative swimsuit.
When you mention bedtime. I see it is getting late
"Ok Old man, let's go home"
We walk back to the first restaurant were our cars are still parked. Handing the tickets to the valet.
"It was quite a night, nothing at all what I expected when I recognized you what just a few hours ago?"
"Here is my number, text me your address"
Giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek as they bring up our cars. Yours a very nice one and mine an old clunker
I hear you say that you take your Strip rare, and I'm impressed. A woman who appreciates the finer things.
As we walk, I realize that our previously made plans of a fancy seafood restaurant have changed to dinner at my place.
"Somehow that dare caused us to go from me buying you a new cocktail dress for dinner at a fancy restaurant to you making me dinner at home. While I'm all for it, I must honestly say I'm disappointed I won't be able to see you in said dress. Would you mind if I urge you to still visit the dress shop, on me of course, for our house-dinner? I'm sure they also have bathing suits if you need one for the hot tub. Just give them my name. I'm sure they still have my credit line open. Helen spent so much money there the US government probably had to restart one of their mints to keep up with her!"
I smile and open your door for you. I can't wait until tomorrow.
"Somehow that dare caused us to go from me buying you a new cocktail dress for dinner at a fancy restaurant to you making me dinner at home. While I'm all for it, I must honestly say I'm disappointed I won't be able to see you in said dress.
I smile when you say that. It's true we'd both forgotten about the nice dinner'
"No, don't think you're getting out of buying me that dress and that dinner!!!"
Thinking about how we now have two dinner dates
"We can do the nice dinner later in the week, I wouldn't have had the dress for tomorrow anyways."
"How does that sound?"
"Would you like to come with me to pick out the dress and suit? To be honest I've never owned a cocktail dress, other then my little black one"
All I remember from your words is you asking me if I'd like to come dress and bathing suit shopping with you.
"Yes, I'd really enjoy shopping with you." I'd really enjoy watching you try on anything...
"So, shopping before the home-made dinner tomorrow? Is that what I'm taking away from this?" My cock is pounding in my slacks. I can't believe how lucky I got with you finding me at the restaurant tonight!
"So, shopping before the home-made dinner tomorrow? Is that what I'm taking away from this?"
God, did I just invite him to come shopping with me??? Well I guess why not, he is paying for it so may as well have a say in what I get.
"Actually yes, I guess that's what I said. But only if you have the time and want too. I know that shopping with a woman may not be on the top of most guys list of how to spend an afternoon, No pressure if you'd rather pass and be surprised for the nice dinner date"
It'd been so long since I shopped for new clothes anyways. And his late wife was evidently no stranger to this store.
"One thing though, you mentioned your late wife shopped there. Are you sure you want me to go there? Wouldn't it be awkward?"
I pause and ponder on your question about it being awkward. Candace, the owner, is a wonderful woman and was close friends with Helen. She was at the funeral and even brought dinner by a few times. She offered to close my account but I just couldn't let her do it. About 3 months ago Candace called and asked me to dinner. I declined. I still wasn't ready to venture out. I think she was asking me out on a date, not just a friendly dinner.
"Candace is a great lady. She's wise. I doubt it would be too awkward." I smile at you. "Although she might be jealous...." I laugh, realizing how absurd it sounds.
"And... I think shopping with you is right at the top of my list on how I'd like to spend tomorrow afternoon."
You're sitting in your car. I'm holding the door open as we talk. I decide to take a chance. I lean over and give you a slow, sensual kiss on your cheek. Making it apparent this isn't a friendly kiss.
"Night Rachel. I'll text you the address of the shop. 1pm, maybe?"
"Candace is a great lady. She's wise. I doubt it would be too awkward." I smile at you. "Although she might be jealous...." I laugh, realizing how absurd it sounds.
The fact that you added in the might be jealous gives me pause. You're an attractive guy, maybe this Candace had eyes on your, either before or after Helens death. I do hope it wasn't serious.
Just while we are saying out goodbyes
I decide to take a chance. I lean over and give you a slow, sensual kiss on your cheek. Making it apparent this isn't a friendly kiss.
That was a nice kiss, enough behind it that I knew it was the tip of the iceberg so to speak. But maybe leading to more between us? Something I never would have even considered seriously before tonight.
"Night Rachel. I'll text you the address of the shop. 1pm, maybe?"
"1pm will work great!!!! Here is my number 999-999-9999. I can receive text messages anytime, although may not answer right away"
He shuts my door and I drive away, seeing him watching me as I go.
Wow! That was a very expected evening and where it seems to be going I have no idea. But I think it's right.
I stand and watch you go. I can't believe how unexpected the whole night became. Wow.
I realize I'm just standing in the parking lot, looking at where your back lights crested the hill. Maybe hoping you would come back?
I walk over to my car and get in. Drive home. I hop in the shower. I'm not sure why, but I just feel like a nice warm shower will help sort out my feelings. My cock is semi-hard the entire shower, but I'd rather you be touching it than me...
Padding out of the shower, I walk by the wedding photo of Helen and me. I look at it and speak to Helen. "I met someone. You know her, and you loved her like a daughter. She makes me feel alive. I'm VERY interested..."
Finally in bed, I have a restless night of sleep. Helen visits me in my dreams. Memories of her last few days when she could still speak coherently. She told me to not grieve too long. She told me to "move on and live a full life." She promised to not be mad.
I wake up, frustrated and confused. I first think of Helen but then immediately think of you. Your petite, gorgeous shape. Beautiful eyes and that smile that drove me nuts all night. What? Are you a teenage boy with a crush or something?
I have to get some work done before shopping with you. I decide to text you first.
"Had such a wonderful time last night. Hoping we are still on for dinner and shopping."
I check my calendar. I have meetings longer than I expected. I text again.
"Can we push shopping to 2pm? I forgot about a Noon Webconference with my CFO."
My night was nice and peaceful. I was pleased to have reconnected with you, although it seems to be going down a road I'd never imagined, well maybe imagined as a teenager.
The next morning I get up, take the dog for a run, jump i the shower. All before breakfast.
I receive a text from you, pushing the shopping date (date??? Hmmm) back until 2pm.
Smiling I text back
"Soooo not even our first date and pushing things back? Soooo work is more important to you then little old me??? Hmmmmm"
Sending it, then waiting a minute
"It's good, was just pulling your leg. 2pm is good, just let me know. Thanks"
About halfway through the morning, I'm still preparing for the call with my CFO. Working in my home office so I don't waste time driving to and from the office today. I'm irritated because there is money missing and he can't (or won't?) find where it was spent. I totally miss your texts until about 20 minutes after you send them. "Soooo not even our first date and pushing things back?" Um... This is a date? Oh my God! This IS a date!!! Suddenly I'm not irritated anymore.
It's difficult to focus, now that I'm thinking about our "date". I wonder what kind of dresses you're going to chose. How much will you let me watch as you try on clothes? Helen used to just bring me into the dressing area with her, but of course there was no modesty between us after over 25 years together.
Mmmmm.. Do I dare suggest you wear a white bathing suit that will turn transparent in the hot tub?
Shit, now I'm thinking with the wrong head.
My computer dings and I realize it's noon already. I jump on the call and chew out the CFO. He's hiding something. It's obvious. Every question is a dodge and he has no solid information about the troubling finances of my company.
By the end of the call, I'm completely pissed off. The prick is stealing from me, right in front of my eyes. Then he's doing a masterful job of hiding it. I just need to find the right information. Dammit, it's 1:30.
I grab my keys, still thoroughly irritated, and hop in the car to drive to the dress shop. Maybe being around you will change my mood for the better.
I'm already at the shop, having introduced myself to Candace. I can tell there is a lot of curiosity involved. I hope that I've diverted some of by explaining I'm old friend of you and Helen's, well more your youngest daghter.
We decide to wait until you arrive, in case you have a dollar limit for things
Seeing you walk in the shop, I immediately see you are pissed. the cartoon picture of smoke coming out your ears comes to mind.
Walking to meet you, away from Candace but can feel her eyes on me/us
"Hi. Listen I can see you're very angry about something. We can do this later if you want. Maybe go somewhere to cool down? No teasing you, it honestly will be ok"
You stand really close to me while you're whispering to me about shopping later and going somewhere else. So close that I can smell your scent. It's earthy and sweet and heady. I'm not sure if it's your perfume or your deodorant or just the musk you give off. Hell, it might be your pheromones, but I don't care. It begins to melt away my anger. I pause and inhale again and I can feel your eyes on my face, concerned.
Fuck, you are so beautiful.
"No. What I really need is a forensic accountant and a MAJOR distraction. I hope you are at least one of those." I smile, trying to exude gratefulness for your presence.
"No. What I really need is a forensic accountant and a MAJOR distraction. I hope you are at least one of those."
"Ok, not sure how distracting I will be and I don't even know what a forensic accountant is. But you can help pick out a dress"
"Ohhh, I met Candace and she is nice, but I suspect had an eye on you"
Taking you to the back part of the store where Candice told me to we wait and about a minute later Candace comes up. Greeting you warmly she says
'Ok so from what Rachel tells me she needs a dress for a nice dinner out? That seafood place? I've taken the liberty of pulling some of my stock that I think will fit the bill. I remember and hoping it's ok to also base my selections on that I think you would like'
She shows us a selection of maybe 20 dresses.
'Rachel the dressing room is over there, let's start with these. If it's a dress you don't like, then move on to the next one. If you like it then come out for our opinion'
I take the first five dresses and going into the room, try on the 1st one. I know just be looking at it, that's a dress Iwould never be able to afford. Looking the mirror. I don't like the first one, makes me look slutty. But the next is nice.
Walking out in it. I stop to show you, turning around as I do
You step out and I gasp audibly. "Wow." You look incredible in the dress. It's a strapless blue sequin dress that hugs your curves. I'd prefer more cleavage and more leg exposure, but it's sexy and conservative.
"That's certainly an option." I smile at you. You disappear back into the dressing room. I take a moment and walk over to Candace. I explain to her that I would prefer if you remove or hide the prices on the dresses so you end up selecting the one you like the most, not the most or least expensive. Candace asks me who you are. I answer "A friend of Helen and mine from about 10 years ago."
You're in the room longer than I had hoped. I go to the corner and quietly call my lawyer. I explain that I believe the CFO is embezzling and tell him I need his best forensic accountant TODAY. I'm pissed as I whisper into the phone. Suddenly I hear you 'ahhem' and I gasp loudly at the dress you're wearing now.
This one is everything I want in a dress for you. Short enough that it teases me at every move, making me wonder if you're wearing panties underneath. Wondering when I might get a glimpse. It also shows of your curves and your sexy cleavage.
My cock is straining in my slacks now. Right now, I don't care about anything but watching you.
Candace mentions that there are more dresses still.
I see Candace take you to a different section and then I see you come back with a grin on your face. She then blocks you from my view as she speaks with you again. Her hand and arm movements make me realize she's being quite forceful in her discussion.
Finally, I see you nod and relent. You go back into the dressing room and come back with a dress that has a completely different look. It too, blows me away.
"Wow." Oh, how I'd love for you to sit on my lap and make out with me wearing that dress. FUCK.
You don't show me the lingerie, but the way you and Candace grin and smirk at each other, I'm expecting it is SUPER hot. I wonder if you are planning on letting me see you in just the lingerie?
Candace reminds you about bathing suits and you go back into the changing area. She walks over to me and speaks in a low, conspiratorial voice. "She's a beautiful girl. I'll box up the tan dress too. I saw the way you beamed when she was in it. So, you've found someone to help you move on? Helen would approve, I think." I explain to Candace that I'm not sure what this is, but that you make me feel alive, and I haven't felt alive for a long time.
My phone rings. It's my lawyer. He's raging mad and his mood transfers to me quickly. He explains that he's taken a first look at the books and there is more money missing than what I found. Something about a private jet and the Caymans. He has a forensic accountant looking at the books now. Actually an entire forensic accounting firm working on it. They're the best, expensive, but will know something by the end of the day. I'm fuming by the end of the call.
You walk out. Holy Hell. I'm going to have a heart attack!
My cock is pounding in my shorts. I'm quite big, so it's not something I can hide when I'm a full mast. I'm not quite there yet, but I'm close. I can hear my blood thumping in my ears as I continue lustfully looking you up and down. I hear Candace say "maybe, but try on the cream one." You nod and head back to the changing room and come back out, this time a little more timidly.
I feel my cock lurch in my slacks and release a large drop of precum as I look you up and down, imagining you in the suit, wondering if it would turn transparent in the hot tub water.