Wrong Car, Right Guy

The restaurant is far too expensive to be busy like all the chain restaurants, and when I pull up outside, we’re greeted immediately by a valet and shown inside. I take Macy’s hand to lead her up the stairs, my eyes never leaving her voluptuous body. Damn, she looks good.

How anyone could ever ridicule her for her curves is beyond me, because to me, she’s delicious. All I want is to get my hands on her.

Inside, we’re seated under a crystal chandelier and offered wine, which we both decline. I watch a blush spread across Macy’s cheeks at her decline of a drink.

“I confess, I don’t really enjoy drinking. I’ve never understood the hype,” she says, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously. I smile back at her.

“Me neither,” I tell her truthfully. “I haven’t had a drop since my early twenties. I don’t have much interest in partying or anything like that. I’ve always been more focussed on my work.”

“What is it that you do?”

“I’m a carpenter. I make handmade furniture from my garage and sell it online. They’re one-of-a-kind pieces. It’s hard work, but it pays the bills and I love the work.”

“I guess that explains why you’re so…muscly,” Macy says, blushing again. I smirk. I like knowing that she’s been checking out my body as much as I’ve been checking out hers.

“How about yourself? What do you do?”

Macy sighs. “I don’t really do anything yet. I’ve been living in the city for a few years, just working a diner job to pay my bills, but my passions don’t really lie in work. I mean, I’ve never really sought out a career. I’m not particularly materialistic and I don’t need a lot, so I don’t see any reason to work myself to the bone for money, you know? All I care about is being able to support myself…and someday, a family.”

My cock stirs in my pants at her words. She has no idea how hot the things she’s saying are. I’ve always wanted a woman who wants a family. I thought maybe I’d missed the boat on having a wife and kids, knowing that some women don’t care to have children but this beautiful young woman might just have reignited my hope.

Not only would I get to explore her body, to fuck her hard and deep, to feel myself inside her…but she might also want to bear my children.

“Family is the most important thing in the world. I’ve always dreamed of having a house with lots of children running around…a beautiful woman beside me helping me raise them into good people, it’s just never happened for me.”

“Oh?” Macy exclaims, nudging me to talk more. I shrug.

“I told myself I’d only settle for the perfect woman,” I tell her. “I’ve never had any interest in playing the field, dating hundreds of women just for the ego boost. I always told myself that when I found the woman of my dreams, I’d know her right away. That’s why tonight is so special. That’s why I’m treating you like a queen. Because for me…this is my first and only date. When I saw you, I knew I wanted you and no one else…you’re the woman I’ve been waiting for.”

I watch shock streak across Macy’s face. I know I’m being very forward, telling her things that maybe I should hold back for a while but I can’t do it. I’ve waited so long for a moment like this. I’ve known all along that a woman like her is rare. And now that she’s here, all I want to do is praise her, touch her, show her how important she is to me. It might seem crazy and over the top, but it also feels so right to me.

“You…you really think I’m that special?” Macy whispers. We’re interrupted by the arrival of our waiter before I can answer her. I order the first thing on the menu, desperate to just get back to our conversation. When the waiter leaves, my eyes are on Macy a split second later.

“I think you’re incredible,” I growl. “Something just clicked for me the moment we met. You made my body come alive. Made my heart want things I’d never wanted before. I’ve always trusted my instincts, Macy. They’ve got me this far. I’ve led a good life, but the one thing that has always been missing is you. A woman I can give my affections to…a woman who wants the same things that I do. And I think you’re her. Aren’t you?”

Macy’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes dazed but she nods slowly. “Yes…I’m her.”

We gaze at each other for a long time, our feet nudging one another beneath the table. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. It’s like I’m finally awake, finally alive. I want things that I never even desired before.