Buying Her Flower

Brian knows what’s bothering me. He tries to include me in the conversation but gives up after a while. I just don’t feel like talking right now.

I finish my drink and am about to order another but all I can do is look at the entrance to the restaurant in shock. I think I’m imagining things, so I blink a couple of times but no, it’s really happening.

Sheila is here in the restaurant.

She spots me and starts to walk over.

I excuse myself from the table and walk over to meet her. Brian and James look at me in surprise but continue their conversation. I meet Sheila in the middle of the restaurant.

“Is everything ok?” I ask in concern.

I’m hoping it’s not a worst case scenario, like that guy coming back.

“No, everything is fine,” she says.

She is hesitating about something.

Finally, she admits, “I need your help with a little problem. If you have time.”

I’m guessing that it’s something business related, so I say “Of course, anything. Just tell me what you need.”

I’m so happy that she’s here that I can’t stop staring at her. I have to force myself to concentrate on her problem.

“Ok, well I’ve hired some employees to help me and I’ve tried ordering some new flowers to sell at the store. It’s all ended up turning into a great big clusterfuck. I don’t know how to deal with an expanding business so I figured that I would ask you because this is your area of expertise,” she explains.

I smile and tell her to “calm down and take a deep breath. It’s going to be fine.”

She does that and asks, “So you will really help me?”

I smile and reply, “Off course! But you have to have a drink with my friends and me.”

I wink at her. I’m both excited and surprised when she agrees. I gently put my arm around her as we walk back to the table. She remembers Brian and is polite as I introduce her to James.

Brian gives me a teasing grin and I mouth at him to “shut up.” Sheila orders a drink and effortlessly joins in the conversation. We spend the rest of happy hour laughing and joking.

“I like her, Andrew,” James comments.

Sheila smiles at his compliment.

“Yeah, you should have told us she was so witty and charming,” Brian says.

“Well, you can’t have her, She’s mine,” I joke.

They both laugh.

I freeze as I realize what I said. I probably frightened Sheila away. She’s sitting next to me, so I turn and look at her. I’m surprised to see her smiling at me.

I’m about to apologize to her for what I said but instead I say, “You know I have some business systems on my home computer that I can show you.”

I’m thrilled when she flirts back.

She whispers, “I bet you do…” softly so no one else hears.

We finish our drinks. For a change, Brian and James are the ones that are heading back to the office. I’m going home with Sheila.

James congratulates me quietly before we go our separate ways. Sheila and I climb into the limo. I don’t know if it’s the drinks or what, but we spend the whole ride kissing and touching each other.

I don’t think either of us can wait much longer. As soon as we walk through my front door, we start pulling each other’s clothes off. Sheila is already moaning and begging for me.

She pulls me over to the couch and lays down all spread open for me. We both want each other so bad that I don’t hesitate. I’m immediately inside her.

It feels great to be with her again. She must feel the same way. She’s moaning louder than the other times. I want to take my time, for us to enjoy it but we are both so turned on that we cum fast. Sheila looks up at me and says “again.” This time she turns over.

I love every curve of her body I decide to tease her a little and use my fingers to get her ready. When I feel how hard her clit is with desire, I know she’s ready for me. She braces herself against the armrest as I slide inside her again.

I love hearing her as she enjoys herself and calls out my name. I know what she wants so I go faster until we both cum again. We both lay on the couch feeling dazed. I look over at her. I notice how beautiful she looks; her face is flush from the desire and excitement.

She surprises me by getting up and sitting in my lap. We spend the next while kissing. She moans as I suck her nipples and breasts. We’re too tired to do much else right now.

Afterwards, she sits on the couch dressed in one of my shirts and a pair of my boxers. I can’t help but feel a little proud to see her like that. I really feel like she’s mine. I get up and get us something to drink. I put the drinks down on the coffee table but she’s too busy looking around the house. I can tell she’s impressed by it.