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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The word “maybe” ran through my head, was she teasing me? We eventually said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.
All through the journey home the word “maybe” kept running through my mind. One-minute Jane seemed full on and the next she appeared to be backing off a bit. Or was I just reading things wrong! We certainly hit it off, and I did fancy her and thought she felt the same about me. I got home and thought about messaging her, but then decided to leave it for an hour or two, I didn’t want to appear overly keen and put her off. But I couldn’t help chuckling to myself at that thought; after all, she had been extremely up front and forward.
I busied myself with a few things at home and completely forgot about messaging Carol. Later that evening I was watching a bit of TV when my phone pinged. I picked it up and there was a message notification from Jane. It read “Hi Dave, have you forgotten me already? X”. I typed a reply apologising for not contacting her. I said I had intended to, but then got distracted and then thanked her for a very enjoyable lunch meeting. Another message came back asking if I wanted to see her again. “Absolutely” was my reply. She then said she was free again in a couple of days' time and would let me know when and where to meet her. I replied that the evening was best for me due to work. “OK” came her reply, “I look forward to it”.
The next couple of days were pretty much the same routine as usual for me; work, home, food, bed. Pretty mundane so I was really looking forward to meeting Jane again. I was glad it was the weekend and I could now forget about work for two days. I arrived home and as I walked through the front door, I received a message from Jane. “Are you still up for meeting tonight?” “Yes” I replied. “Good, then meet me 8pm”. She then gave me the details of where and left it at that.
I grabbed something to eat, showered, shaved and dressed. I decided to go for the smart casual look. Smart pair of jeans, light tan shoes, shirt and casual jacket. I checked myself in the bathroom mirror and thought I looked passable. I walked out to the car and received another message. “Text me when you are here”. “OK” I replied. I set my sat nav for the journey and began the 20 minute or so drive to the hotel she had told me to meet her at.
I arrived at the location just before 8. A rather nice hotel set in large grounds. I sent Jane a message letting her know I had arrived. She messaged back telling me to go to the bar, order drinks and she would see me there shortly. A large vodka and slim line tonic, no ice was her tipple apparently. I went into the bar area, it looked very plush, dimly lit, but not too dark. Nice decor, large leather and cloth sofas, a few similar styles chairs, candles on the tables. There were 4 other couples in the bar but they paid no intention to me, then again why would they. I ordered drinks and went and sat on in one of the seats at a free table. I’d finished my first drink and Jane still hadn’t joined me. I ordered another one and as I made my way back to the table, I saw her. She slowly walked into the bar. Jane was wearing a knee length dark purple dress, low cut revealing an awesome cleavage and a split up the right side, nice black heels and carrying a small clutch bag. Her hair shone in the dimly lit room and bounced as she walked toward me. I was rooted to the spot; she even turned one or two heads. She looked divine. Jane smiled broadly as she reached me then placing her hand on my shoulder she reached up and kissed me firmly on the lips. Her lips were soft and full and I didn’t want to stop kissing her.
We walked over to the table and sat. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. “Like what you see?” Jane asked. “Like? I love it, you look gorgeous” I replied. “All yours, but not yet” she said.
We sat chatting about anything and everything; the conversation just seemed to flow so well. Laughing, joking and just enjoying each other’s company. She certainly had a much older head on her shoulders. She then shifted in her seat as we were chatting away, that little movement spread the split in her dress just enough to reveal the top of a stocking and bit of suspender clip. I smiled to myself, but she must have noticed. “A stockings man are we!” I didn’t reply I didn’t need to.
Jane knew she was teasing me, and by doing so, also turning me on. I have to admit though that I wasn’t expecting her to be like this, after all it was only our second date. But if nothing else, I was really enjoying her company. She was so easy to chat to and get on with and the age difference never entered my mind once. The time just flew by and before I knew it, we were the only ones left in the bar, except for a couple of staff. One of the staff started clearing the tables, a petite blonde, short hair, slim figure, probably in her mid 20s. She came over to our table to clear our glasses. “Have you finished, or would you like anymore before we close up?” she asked. I looked enquiringly at Jane and she nodded, saying “A night cap”. I ordered two more drinks which were brought over by the young woman. As she walked away again, I couldn’t help just giving her another look over. Jane saw me looking, and I quickly apologised. “Don’t be daft she said, I’m not the jealous type, and anyway, I would too”. I looked back at Jane, “Pardon?”
She repeated herself “I would too”. |
