I sauntered towards this man in a Brooks Brothers suit and I knew from just looking at him that he was fighting that 40-year bitch…I mean itch. I was almost 30, feeling like my life had only just started and I think that I was the female counterpart of Marshall. I really didn’t care if the young men had somebody special. I would take what I wanted and leave them with a smile and a memory that they could replay in their old age.
“That is a real beauty and it has a lot underneath the hood. I could open it up and show you what kind of horses is waiting for you to hit the open road with. Jason informs me that you are looking to add something to your collection. I have to say that you have a good eye for detail.” His back was towards me. He turned slowly and I couldn’t believe my eyes. The very photo that was in my office was now standing in front of me.
“I didn’t come here to buy a car. I followed Lillian, Tina, and the other one. I knew that they were up to something. I have to ask myself the reason why they would come here of all places. I don’t see either one of them wanting to buy any of these cars, so there has to be another reason why they would come here and go into your office for 20-minutes.” This was the first time that somebody had caught me in the act and I wasn’t sure how to deal with that. I had to think quickly.
“If you must know, they came here to warn me about you. I don’t even know how they found out that I was about to contact you on the dating site. I don’t think that they should have bothered and I can make up my own mind. I will say that they weren’t very kind in the way that they described you.” I was caught with my pants down, but I was able to adapt and come up with a way to turn the tables in my favor.
“I don’t know why they continue to do this. I’m not what they say I am. I like women and maybe I haven’t found the right one. I’m still searching for those butterflies in my stomach. I want that moment where I see somebody across a crowded room and know that she’s the one. I’m not that lucky in love.” He was making himself out to be the victim and I knew the truth like the nose on my face.
“I have to admit that you’re nothing like they described. I find your vulnerability and your willingness to admit your faults to be refreshing. The way that they made you out to be was like some philandering cad that only cared for his own pleasure. I do find it a little upsetting that you would feel the need to meet me like this. Tell me, why would I give you the time of day after you barge in here and give the impression that you are some sort of stalker?” I waited for an answer with my hands on the hood of the car, bending over slightly to give him a brief glimpse of the way that I had worked my body into the specimen that it was today.
The showroom was immaculate and the cars were centered on pedestals that moved with the switch that I had in my hand. I touched on that switch and I moved the vehicle so that my ass was practically up against his prominent region. I could feel it stretching and nestled in between my cheeks. I knew that the one thing that they had right was the size of his endowment.
“I’m fed up with their drama. They follow me everywhere and I am this close to getting a restraining order. I’m not doing anything wrong. I just need to feel something other than a physical connection. I want to believe in love at first sight with the violins playing in the background, but I’ve never witnessed it. I have to get to know the woman and find out if we are compatible in the bedroom. To me, chemistry is very important and a relationship doesn’t work unless the sex can bring a smile to both partner’s face.” He was shoveling it on pretty thick and had I not known what he was about, I might have felt a pang of something for him.
“I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. Take me to dinner tonight and we’ll get to the truth one way or the other.” I was daring him to cross that line in the sand. He not only agreed to the date, but he also bought the car that I was bending over obscenely. I was quite the focus for those guys that were watching from their offices.
I was dressed in a sheer white flowing form fitting dress that had a slit up the side to show off my long and lean legs. They were muscular and formed into the kind that would look good in anything. I wanted to make a good first impression and the restaurant that I had chosen for this occasion was owned by my Uncle Antonio.
I arrived early and had him show me to a table in the back. “Please don’t tell me that this is another one of those young kids that don’t know any better. I see the way that they look at you. You can’t tell me that you don’t know that you’re a cougar. You may not be the age of one, but you certainly act the part. I can’t even look at your father and not think about the way that you flaunt your body.” Antonio was my only uncle and the one that I had a bit of a crush on when I was growing up.
“Don’t be jealous, Uncle Antonio. I like to spread the wealth, but don’t worry there’s always protection. I don’t do anything unless there’s a glove involved.” I could see that he was embarrassed and the flush in his cheeks made me slap his shoulder in a jovial nature.
“One of these days, you are going to bite off more than you can chew. There’s a man out there that is going to be your final undoing. I just hope that I’m alive when it happens. Do you want to tell me the name of your intended party, so that I can be a good host and bring him to your table upon arrival?” I told him his first name, leaving out the last, in case there was recognition in his eyes.
I was half Italian and I wore that heritage with pride. I even went into the kitchen from time to time with Antonio and let him teach me a few things about cooking. The way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. I had the statuesque figure and a body that just wouldn’t quit. That had the makings of an unstoppable combination.
The lighting was sparse and had the atmosphere of romance in the air. The candle that was lit on every table had that certain something. Couples looking longingly into each other’s eyes had me almost begging for someone that would give me that kind of love and devotion. The last guy that I took here gave me a reason to grip the tabletop. I still saw him on occasion when my hunger for a long and agile tongue was more than I could take. He might’ve been young, but his youthful enthusiasm more than made up for his inexperience.
I heard somebody clearing their throat and I looked up from my fantasy world to see that my wet dream had come true. Marshall was dressed in a black tuxedo that made him like a beacon to those women that were not happy in their relationship. I saw some of the girls at other tables using their compacts to get a look at what was a testament to his gender.
“I know that it’s a bit cheesy, but I took the liberty of buying you a rose.” Coming from anybody else, I would think that he was doing something sweet, but this had the earmarks of wanting to get into my pants. “I know and I should’ve splurged on the whole dozen, but I didn’t want them to be outshined by the beauty at the table. This one rose compliments your eyes.” I had a catch in my throat and I never felt like my heart had stopped until that moment.
“I know that it’s customary for the man to order, but I know the owner personally. I want you to experience Italy in the way that I did one summer when I visited some of my relatives. True Italian cooking comes from love.” I held the rose and pretended to smile and smell the fragrance of the petals. I wasn’t much for flowers, but for some reason, this really did send sparks down below my waist.
“It’s very progressive of you to order for the man. I think that I’m going to have to watch out for you. You might be more than I can handle, but I think that remains to be seen. Tell me, what made you so interested in meeting me from my profile?” He was trying to trip me up, but I had done my due diligence and read his profile word for word.
“I think it was the way that you talked about a past love that got away. It had me thinking that I wanted to save you. You appeared to be damaged and in desperate need of some tender loving care. Was any of that real or did you just come up with that to throw your line into the available pool of women circling like sharks?” There didn’t seem to be a reason to sugarcoat anything. He already knew that I was
approached by the girls and his playbook was going to have to be revised.
The white dress had a plunging neckline and the gold chain around my neck gave him a reason to look in that general direction. I wasn’t wearing a bra and my dollar sized nipples were standing strong and proud.
I could see the way that he was licking his lips, probably envisioning the way that his mouth would feel when they encompassed both of them at the same time. I would moan and twist in his grasp, pushing my chest into his face and letting him devour me like I had just come hot from the oven.
“I hate to be that ‘guy’, but it was just a story. You already know that. I told you when I met you this morning that I never did find anything close to real love. I search and yet it remains elusive out of my grasp. I want that feeling that has me powerless to resist the eyes that are staring across from me at the table.” He had me mesmerized, as I was staring into those liquid blue pools. I knew the reason why women had a hard time restraining themselves.
He followed that up with a hand on my knee, squeezing lightly and not too forceful. It was enough to catch my attention and send a shiver down my spine. He didn’t try to move any further. This was where most men thought that they have a license to take things to the next level. He was actually waiting for my approval and the proper invitation to take the control out of my hands.
“I thought as much, but I wanted to hear it from you. Don’t you think that you are misrepresenting yourself by telling bold-faced lies to women that are only trying to find something that completes them? I don’t know why you can’t just be yourself. Would it be that bad to let down your guard and let somebody in? You’d be surprised at how easily a woman can get lost in the truth.” I couldn’t break his hold on my knee, no matter how much I wanted to chastise him for his behavior.
“I might come off as superficial, but the only way that I’m going to find what I’m looking for is by being a little dishonest. We all lie to protect ourselves. When we feel comfortable enough to reveal the truth is when there is commitment. I don’t think that it comes as any big surprise that men and women stack the deck when they go looking for love. They say whatever they need to, embellish their profession or leave out certain details like having kids or ex-boyfriends that are a bit more possessive than most.” He did make a valid point and one that had me thinking about my own actions.
“A man like you should have no problem getting somebody into bed. You obviously feel that there’s something missing in your life. Tell me what you see in the mirror every morning and be completely truthful for once in your life. Do you see the suave and debonair man or do you see something ugly?” I was putting him on the spot, but I didn’t see any reason to beat around the bush.
“I stand in front of the mirror every morning and I see the insecure little boy that I was in high school. The one that weighed less than 110 pounds; didn’t have any muscle tone and had to watch as those jocks and athletic types take their shot at every girl. I should’ve seen that I needed to be something that I wasn’t. It wasn’t until I got into college that I began to hit the weights. I actually slept with girls that didn’t give me the time of day in high school. It was kind of liberating to know that they had no idea that I was that meek and thin little kid that was more like wallpaper.” His story had a ring of truth and I looked for anything that would indicate that this was just another story and there was no sign to the contrary.
He took his hand away from my knee and placed both of them on the table just as the food arrived. The Alfredo with the cheese sauce was one of my favorites. It was steaming from the plate and the aroma caused me to close my eyes and be transported back to Italy.