"You look extremely enchanting." I said Imagining how much more enchanting she would look bouncing up and down my dick.
"Thank you very much." She gave me a coy smile. I offered her my arm and she put her hand on my tricep and we went out towards the limo. I opened the door for her hoping for her dress to go up atleast a little so that I can get a peek at what I will be having in a few days. Of course being a girl like her she should be used to being observed by many men possibly even being fucked. What gave me intense curiosity was why, at the site of this amazing goddess like woman, would Simon be an asshole. Why was he not interested in women at all? He wasn't gay he had many friends. Of course all of them like him, high tech nerds. Why couldn't he be like my biological son? He was a football player with many friends who actually had a life.
I looked at Rhiannon's gorgeous legs and she caught me.
"You like those?"
"They are nice." I said nervous wondering what she would say.
"I like to keep myself in shape. So what will we talk about during our dinner?"
"Whatever comes up" I said sneaking a peek at her perky breasts.
"I know you want to fuck me." She said seducingly.
"Wouldn't any one?"
"I don't usually do it on the first date but every once in a while I'll make exceptions." My eyes widened with anticipation at getting in her "You're not one of those exceptions." She said and I felt fury consume me and I wanted to take her by force but the stupid limo driver would hear and call the police immediately.
"Of course." I said calmly fixing my tie and fixing my stare out the window. We arrive at a fancy aquarium restaurant. I was sure that after tonight she would be mine. I had made a last minute reservation for a comfortable private room. We went in and the Maître d showed us to our private room, in it was a blue velvet couch and a dinner table set for two. Rhiannon seemed very impressed with all of it. The walls were an aquarium filled with ocean species including a manta ray and a baby shark. There was also an aquarium in the roof where an octopus' tenticle bottom was showable.
"None of this is going to suddenly explode like they do in the movies are they?" She joked
"No, of course not." I laughed. I pulled out her chair so that she could sit down and then I sat down myself. I was still being distracted by the tightness of that little black dress curving around her breasts when the waiter took our orders.
"What would you like to drink sir?"
"Bring us the finest champaign you have please." The waiter left leaving us alone.
"So tell me Mark, you have a wife don't you?"
"Yes I actually do. Why the question?"
"Wouldn't she get ummm I don't know just a tiny bit furious that you are inviting a young woman to dinner?"
"It's a job related dinner. That's what I told her."
"Well that is a great excuse for whoring around with teenagers, isn't it?"
"It's not whoring around its business mixed with pleasure."
"Yea... I don't like to mix those up."
"Then take what you did at the studio as business and this as pleasure."
"So, how many kids do you actually have?"
"Well Simon is eighteen, he's not very good with girls. In fact I doubt he even finds girls attractive. He's my step son."
"You see my second wife died six years ago."
"Six years ago?" She made a weird expression like as if recalling something.
"Yes and four years ago, I married Julia. For some reason the hottest women have the most retarded kids. They will have the acne filled nerds, or emo, punks. And usually the really big ugly mothers will have the hottest daughters."
"Are you criticizing?"
"Oh no, don't get me wrong Rhiannon. I have nothing against them. I'm just saying what I have observed."
"My mother is hot, so does that make me an acne filled nerd or a punk?"
"Well that is very stereotypical of you mister and honestly those are the kind of people I honestly dislike and I would thank you very much if you would take me back home. Or should I call Richard?" She stood up staring at me with fury burning through her. My main focus were on her full plum breasts and what could be between those legs.
"No listen sit down." I stood up and went to try and sit her down.
"Don't touch me."
"Listen Rhiannon, I was not being stereotypical..."
"I don't see what else it could have been..." She interrupted crossing her arms. Making the sight of her breasts more unbearable. I wanted to tear off the dress and suck and nibble on her perky boobs. But I had to resist the temptation.
"Sit down please, let's talk about this."
"Fine." she puffed sitting down. I went on one knee and casually layed my hand on her leg as close to the hem of the dress as I could.
"I wasn't implying that it was true I was just sharing what I had noticed."
"Stereotypical." She insisted.
"Call it what you want I don't think of it as being stereotypical." I said standing up.
"Let's just continue with this dinner." she said as the waiter came back with the bottle of champaign on ice and a couple of glasses. I sat back down.
"Could I take your order?"
"Yes of course." I said. The waiter took our orders and left. We stayed in awkward silence until the waiter came back with our food. We both commented on how delicious it was and sipped from the champaign. I wish I would've had the idea to add some kind of drug to her glass. I could've gotten lucky if I had concentrated less on what made her comfortable.
"So, you said you had two sons?" She asked after finishing dinner.
"You only told me about Simon. Who's the other one?" She asked with intent curiosity.
"Oh his name is Paul."
"Paul?" She asked furrowing her eyebrows
"Yes, he is seventeen and a football player in highschool. He is very popular and very handsome."
"Does he have a girlfriend?"
"No, I'm just curious."
"Well he loves this girl with so much passion it reminds me of my love for his mother. But this girl hangs out with the stupidest people."
"What is the girl's name?"
"I believe he said her name is Des...Desi? Destry? Something like that."
"Destiny?" She said paying way too much attention.
"There you go! I could'nt remember. Do you know her by any chance?"
"We used to be best friends." Her eyes became glossy. "But that is in the past."
"I moved away, and she probably doesn't even remember me. See I just got back in town a few days ago."
"So you haven't had the chance to incorporate yourself into high school?"
"Why does everything have to sound business like with you?" she laughed.
"You know I have no idea."
"Yea, I'm getting all of my papers ready to file them so I can go into school the day it starts."
"That sounds great, you know I had thought you had already graduated."
"I'm only seventeen, I'll be a senior this year." My hopes of being between her went down along with my dick.
"I think it's time for me to go home." She said softly.
"I'll take you."
"Oh no!" she quickly said "Just take me back to the studio and Richard will pick me up and take me home."
"The studio is already closed Rhiannon and there is no way I am leaving a girl as beautiful as you alone outside a studio in the night. Tell me where you live and I will take you." I paid the check with my credit card and we both got up to leave as soon as I got it back. She wrote her address on a piece of paper and I gave it to the limo driver asking him to make sure he didn't lose that. The limo driver opened the door and I got out first. I extended my hand out for Rhiannon. She slowly came out of the limo looking as divine as a goddess.
"That was a great night Mark."
"I would love to repeat it sometime."
"Mark, our relationship is only work based. As long as you don't have any work for me, there is no reason why we should see each other."
"What?" I felt like smacking her. I guess she had me in her hands.
"You are a director and I don't want rumors spread about there being something between us."
"Of course." I said giving up still furious.
"Good bye Mark." I leaned in for a goodbye kiss on the cheek, but that bitch just turned around and went into her house. I gave a huff and got back in the limo.