Dinner with Millie

When I pick Millie up on Friday night she is dressed very conservatively, a long dress that completely covers her big tits, and a small jacket over it. She has a small purse hanging of her shoulders, and she is wearing low heel shoes.

I take her to a Greek restaurant which she enjoys, and we have a very enjoyable dinner, talking about our mutual interest in travelling, amongst other things.

The date is going really well, and I don't make any suggestive remarks, and I cannot look at her tits as they are covered up.

Dinner finishes up, I drive her home and we get to her house.

Millie says: "You can come in real quick if you want to have a drink, but be quiet, my daughter is back from college and is sleeping upstairs."

I figure that puts my chances of any action beyond maybe a bit of kissing and fondling to zero, but it is worthwhile still to go inside to improve my chances of more action on a subsequent date.

We go inside quietly, and it makes me laugh when we sit in the living room on the same sofa that I fucked Millie in the ass on just a few days ago, which she does not remember.

Millie returns with two glasses of red wine, and we sit there and talk quietly for a while.

I decide to lean in for a kiss, and Millie kisses me back, it is very gentle and maybe romantic is the right word. We keep kissing for a few minutes, then Millie shifts away from me, looks me in the eyes, and says:

"So?... Anything you want from me but afraid to ask?"