A lucrative lunch

You sat in your living room, aimlessly browsing on your phone while looking out for Julie's text. Several shitty cat videos later, a notification appeared.

"Hey Doug. I'm outside. Can't wait to meet you!"

Your heart started racing - the same type of uptick that you'd get before an important call or a big performance. Your feet feeling as if they were drenched in fast-drying concrete, you **** yourself off the couch and shuffled to the front door, dragging it open and closing it behind you.

Julie sat in her truck outside, and waved at you. Each step from your front porch to the car lightened the anxiety in your heart a bit as she continued to smile at you. As you walked up to her car, Julie got out and introduced herself to you, scooping you up in a big hug. She was in a pair of blue yoga pants and a short yellow crop top; the outfit did well to outline all of her curves and chub, driving home the fact that she was nearly three times your size.

"Doug! So nice to meet you, cutie." Her bubbly personality surprised you a bit as she set you back down from the hug, looking you directly in the eyes. She continued to beam at you as she shook her head, moving her long blond hair from one shoulder to the other. She was gorgeous for her age, and you struggled for words as you looked back at her, incredulously. You managed to eek some words out of your surprisingly dry throat.

"Nice to meet you too, Julie! You look amazing."

Julie blushed, putting a hand on her hip and staring at you curiously for a second, before putting a hand on your cheek. She was not more than a few inches from you; close enough to feel her breath on your skin. The smell of her perfume, a mix of black coffee and vanilla, combined with her sweat to nearly intoxicate you.

"Well, aren't you a gentleman!" She cooed, moving her face down to yours, both of your lips almost touching. "Shall we go to lunch, dear?"

You smiled weakly at her, and nodded your head. Julie stood back up, towering over you, a big smile on her face. "Alright! Let's go. I have just the place." Julie moved to her truck, opening the door and beckoning for you to step in.

Still completely enamoured by the gorgeous, mature woman in front of you, you took a second to snap out of the suggestive haze that was placed over you, before getting into the truck. Julie closed the door and got in, starting the truck and driving off.

The streets passed by rather abruptly as her truck picked up speed. Julie noticed your white knuckles on the side of her door and slowed down a bit, laughing as she placed a hand on your thigh, covering a rather large portion of it.

"Too fast for you, Doug?" The truck rolled to a stop as the light turned red. Julie gave you some side-eye, and raised her eyebrow sarcastically.

"Not at all, I love danger." You joked, releasing your grip on the door. Your heart pulsed intently as Julie's warm hand caressed your leg; you placed your hand over hers and gave it a quick squeeze.

Moving her hand over your wrist, she gently guided your hand over her crotch, giving a squeeze so as to curl your hand around her cock. You could feel her cock throb underneath the thick spandex as you left your hand over her massive bulge for a moment before wrapping your hand around the outline of her cock, giving it a tantalizingly slow tug before removing your hand. Julie inhaled sharply as the air of the cab became quietly thick with the combined lust of you both.

"Careful, love. As for that danger comment, I'll have to test that theory later." Julie said, slyly smiling to herself as the light turned green. Continuing down the road, she finally turned into a small, open-windowed café.

"This spot is amazing. Also, did I mention? Lunch is on me. I'm the one that's got you wrapped up in this air of mystery for tonight, after all." Julie gave a playful pinch to your leg before turning the ignition off.

You both got out of the car and walked into the restaurant, Julie closely by your side. A server stood at the front, ready to greet you. She looked a few years older than you, probably a college girl that was back on vacation. She passed a glance at Julie and then you as she grabbed some menus.

"Just for two?" She said, winking at you.

"Yes please!" Julie stared at her intently as the waitress hungrily eyed you up and down.

"Right this way, you two."

Walking outside onto the patio area, she sat you both down, handing you your menus.

"I'll be back in a minute with some water. Let me know if you need anything" The last words left the server's lips a bit slower as she eyed you with the same disposition inside the restaurant, before leaving you two alone.

Julie rolled her eyes before picking up the menu.

"Good ol' college girls, huh Doug?" She brushed her thigh against yours as she stared at the list of meals.

"Didn't think you saw that." You chuckled, placing a hand on her leg and jokingly looked at her with raised eyebrows.

Julie brought her eyes up from the menu and raised an eyebrow of her own, smiling at you slyly.

"I'm a woman in her forties, sweetheart. I've seen it all. But she's young and cute, and probably chock-full of hormones. I'd be careful going to the bathroom if I were you, with a cute butt like that." She winked before setting the menu down. You shuddered.

"Know what you want? I'd suggest the club, it's super good."

"Sounds good to me, whatever you're thinking, I'm up for it."

Julie moved her leg against yours again, this time caressing your leg with her own massive thigh.

"Careful what you promise, sweetheart."

The waitress returned with a pitcher of water, setting it down on the table.

"Have you decided on what you'd like to eat, yet?" She asked, pen at the ready.

"Yep! He'll have the club, and I'll take the same."

"Great choice! I'll be right out with that." The waitress left, leaving you both eyeing each other intently. Julie picked up the pitcher and poured some water in your glass, before filling hers up.

"So Julie, will you tell me about tonight? Unless you'd like to keep the air of mystery up until the final minute, of course." You took a sip of water as you looked at her with lustful eyes, still driven by your exchange in the car.

"Sure, Doug. It's a sex party."

You choked on your water, coughing like an inferno had just passed through your lungs. Julie looked at you, concerned for a second, before bursting out into laughter.

"Caught you off guard there, huh?" Julie wiped a tear of laughter from her eye before taking a sip of water. "I thought, given your profile, you'd be interested in that sort of thing. It'll be me and a bunch of my friends, all bringing plus ones to participate in an... endurance test" Julie pursed her lips at the end of her explanation, peering at you curiously. She brought a hand onto the table in an effort to hold yours.

"_That is _what you are into, right?"

Your stomach dropped into a pit of embarrassment as you brought your hand onto hers and weakly squeezed it. Julie had been operating under the assumption that you were an absolute slut, and wanted to bring you along as a plus-one side piece.

Choice:

• Do you tell her that you're inexperienced, or do you go along with the charade?

Note: I want to leave this one up for a bit of interactivity. I've got ideas and a direction for either path, but I'm always up for audience input if that's of interest :)