Hunter goes for dinner

Hunter made two calls, the first to make a reservation for one at a favoured restaurant, and the second Jess to tell her he would be home late. She was disappointed, but she made no complaint, assuring him that she would be ready any time he arrived and urging him to enjoy himself.

The evening was starting to darken as he left the building, the air feeling soft and warm. The streets and sidewalks were starting to get busy with Friday night traffic, and Hunter felt energised by the activity, and by his heightened senses. He passed a group of young women, obviously dressed for a night of clubbing, and caught the fecund scent of their excitement. He saw two of them give him flickering, appraising glances as he passed, and he considered, but quickly rejected the idea of approaching them.

It was a seven block walk to the restaurant, and by the time he got there Hunter felt refreshed and content, feeling increasingly secure in his new skin. His new skins, he corrected himself with a silent laugh as he entered the restaurant.

It didn't surprise him to see Carlotta, one of his wife's friends, at the hostess station. It was part of the reason, besides the excellent food, that he'd picked the place. She looked up and gave him a brilliant smile as she recognised him, her white teeth flashing in her pretty brown Latina face.

"Good evening Mr. Collins! How nice of you to join us this evening!" she greeted him, simpering prettily. "Your table is waiting. Right this way." She led him to a small table beside a window, her rump twitching in front of him as she walked, her short black dress looking painted on her sleek body. She pulled out a chair for him, her smile flashing.

"Thank you Carlotta," he said with a smile, touching her hand as he sat. "It's so good to see you again." She quivered at his touch and made an excuse to bend over the table and straighten some cutlery, her face turning to look into his.

"You can see me any time, Mr. Collins," she answered in a husky whisper. "Any time and anywhere."

"That's so sweet," he smiled, putting one hand over hers and giving a little squeeze that made her suppress a moan. "You're looking very pretty tonight Carlotta."

"Madre..." she whispered. "You smell so good. You don't know what you do to me...."

"I have some idea," he answered with a wolfish smile, scenting her rising aroma as he touched her hand. "You better get back to work Carlotta, we can talk later."

"Please...let's...talk..." she whispered, her eyes flashing at him for a moment before straightening up and giving him an almost professional smile. "Will Mrs. Collins be joining us tonight?"

"I'm afraid not. I all alone this evening."

"Oh that's so sad," she answered, although the glow in her face belied her words. "We will do our best to make your evening memorable."

"I'm counting on it," he smiled as she turned and left, watching as she stirred her rump at him as she swayed away.