As I pulled into the parking lot of La Casa Miso, I shoved my car into park and climbed out, waiting impatiently for Sara and her tits to join me. She climbed out, almost stumbling in her platform high heels.
“I’m a teacher,” Sara said. “Elementary school. When I first had Josiah, I dropped out of college, but then I went back to night school and finished up.” She looked at me, obviously proud of herself.
“That’s nice,” I said.
“Yeah,” Sara replied. Her voice took on a dreamy tone. “I just love the little kids, you know? They’re all so sweet and eager to learn. It’s like, who could possibly turn them down?”
I snorted. “I’m not really a kid person,” I said.
“Oh.” Sara sounded wounded. “I love them. I love being around kids.”
“So I take it you want more, then?”
Sara flushed, giving a delicious pink undertone to her pale skin. “I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe when Josiah is a little older…but I don’t know that I could go through the whole baby and toddler thing again.” She made a face. “I like kids, but really when they’re only old enough to take care of themselves.”
I forced a laugh. God, she’s boring, I thought. A maître d appeared and showed us to our table, right in the middle of the room.
“Look,” I said to Sara. “We’re on display.”
Sara looked around, clearly embarrassed. She didn’t say anything, and I realized she was waiting for me to pull her chair out for her. Smirking, I slid into my seat and raised my eyebrows.
“Waiting for something?” I asked snidely.
Sara flushed again before sitting down and scooting closer to the table. “No,” she said. “Do you like wine?”
“Wine is for chicks,” I said. “But I’ll get you a bottle if you want. You just have to promise to be good.” I leaned forward and raised an eyebrow.
Sara shot me a confused look. “What does that even mean? And I don’t want a whole bottle,” she added. “God, I’m not some lush. I have to get home to my son!”
Smirking, I reached for the wine list. “I think you deserve something nice,” I purred. “Just tell me what you like and I’ll get the most expensive bottle.”
Sara flushed. “I like pinot noir,” she said. “Something about red wine always makes me feel sexy.” She gave me a look that set my balls aching with lust.
Good, I thought. You’re going to be ripe for the taking by the time we’re through with the first course. And then I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked in your life.
The sommelier appeared and I ordered a bottle of wine for Sara, plus a beer for me. When he returned with our drinks, I clinked my bottle against Sara’s thin glass.
“To new friends,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “And promising beginnings.”
Sara giggled. She closed her eyes as she took a sip of wine, making an ecstatic face. I smirked as I imagined what she would be like in the throes of an orgasm, riding my cock until I was soaked with the juices from her pussy.
With that delicious image fresh in mind, I reached under the table until my fingers grazed Sara’s knee. Her eyes flew open and she gasped.
“Alex! What are you doing?”
I grinned and took a long swallow of beer, pushing my fingers higher and higher on her soft, creamy thighs.
“I told you,” I said. “I think you deserve something nice. What, did you think I was talking about wine?”
Sara’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ of surprise and she pushed my hand away, looking indignant.
“I don’t know what kind of girl you think I am,” she said hotly. “But I would never sleep with someone on the first date! I don’t even kiss on the first date,” she said, standing up with such force that her chair fell to the ground behind her. “That’s just not decent,” she said, glaring at me.
I shrugged. “Baby, you fucked Ernie Cousins and had his kid,” I said. “You’re a single mom, what the hell do you think guys think when they see that?”
Sara didn’t reply. She looked stunned – almost like I’d slapped her across the face.
“They think you’re an easy slut,” I said. “That’s what men think when they realize a woman is a single mother.”