Her blush turns bright red, and she says, “Watch it buster. Just because you’re buying me dinner doesn’t mean you’re getting in these panties.”
I laugh and say, “Well, you look sexy either way.”
She smiles and says, “Well, you look rather nice yourself, Mr. Businessman. Is that an Italian suit?”
“British,” I say. “I’ve always preferred the cut of British suits over Italian suits.”
“They definitely flatter your upper body,” she says.
“Watch it, missy,” I say, smiling, “Just because you’re wearing the dress I bought you doesn’t mean I’m letting you into my pants.”
“Hmm,” she says, “Doesn’t work when the guy does it.”
“Really?” I say, “Dammit, that was my only pickup line.”
She giggles and says, “Well, we can work on that.”
“I’ll bet you’re an excellent teacher,” I say.
“I haven’t had any complaints yet,” she replies.
Dinner continues with more of the same flirting and when I drop her off at her home later, I find I am far more disappointed than I expected. I really shouldn’t be. I didn’t intend the evening to end in sex and she made no promises of sex, so I don’t expect it but I discover I was hoping for it a little more than I probably should have.
I’m not the type of guy to ask for sex on the first date, so I only say “Minnie, I had a wonderful day with you. I hope to see you again soon.”
Before I turn to leave, she says, “Did you forget my kids aren’t home?”
I turn to her, and I can see through the dress that her nipples are hard as bullets. She notices my gaze and says, “Would you like to come inside?”