“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.”
Tears sprang to Sara’s green eyes and her chin began to wobble.
“I hate you,” Sara spat. “And don’t ever call me again!” Turning on her heel, she stalked out of the restaurant. I settled back against my chair, half-enjoying the rude stares from all of the other patrons. When Sara’s heels hit the marble foyer floor, she went crashing down in a tangle of limbs. Her tits popped out of her tight dress and my cock sprang into action at the sight of her big, pink nipples and round white tits.
God, I’d love to put my cock between those, I thought as I watched Sara burst into hysterical sobs. The maître d rushed over and grabbed her arm, hauling her up as she fumbled with her dress. The whole restaurant was silent as Sara rushed out into the bright afternoon.
“Nothing to see,” I called loudly, smirking and turning my face around the room. “Just a little too much wine, that’s all!”
The waiter approached and gave me a cautious look. “Sir? Would you like the bill?”
I burst out laughing. “Fuck no.” I said. “I’m starving! Bring me the escargot and veal parmigiana.”
The waiter narrowed his eyes for a brief second and I relished the hatred I saw there.
“Very good, sir,” he said. “I’ll be right back with your escargot.”
So I’m not getting laid tonight, I thought as I took a long drink of beer. But at least I got a free show!