Dinner with Rhonda

I headed out to get some dinner; I had a date with Rhonda the cute older woman from work. She and I had been working real hard on a big project, and I promised her that I would buy her dinner when we got done. As usual I was playing it cool. There was one time, late at night when I knew that she wanted me to come on to her, I think she would have let me fuck her on the conference room table, but that’s not what I wanted.

I held my desire in check, and that was hard to do in her case. Rhonda is early forties, blond hair, and a skinny firm ass with big tits. She had been married for over 20 years, and her husband was a big fat slob. I knew he did not meet her needs in the bedroom any more from the comments that she made from time to time. She was as pretty as any woman her age I have every met, and I wanted to savor the hunt, and conquest of the lovely Rhonda.

I pulled into the restaurant. I saw her car, she was already there, nice and eager. Walking in I spied her in the waiting area, her back to me, her nice ass showing in the tight skirt she had on. "John, she said to me, "I was afraid you were not going to show up."

"I got held up helping one of my mom's freinds move some boxes," I answered her. Helping her to a good fucking, I thought to myself, but only to myself. I never let slip in front of a woman I am working.

She was dressed in a sleeveless pink sweater top that show off her big tits to perfection. It had a v-neck and showed just a hint of cleavage, just enough to catch the eye, and cause the eye to linger. I did not get caught staring at her tits though, I am too careful for that. I always let them think I am not interested. The less interest I show the more they come to me.

We went to our table and were seated by a cute hostess. Cute, but too young I thought to myself as I watched her walk away. "You think she's cute," I heard Rhonda ask.

"She's nice looking," I answered. Never tell a lie is my rule, bend the truth but don't break it. "You are looking gorgeous tonight. That color on you is just perfect."

Rhonda beamed and blushed like a good girl, which she was. As usual a compliment will rescue almost any situation. I wondered if she had ever fucked another man besides her husband. My cock started to harden at the thought of me being the only other man she had ever been with.

We went through dinner pleasantly enough. I liked being with her. We talked about work, her family, husband, three kids, two dogs, all of the usual stuff. We talked about how she wanted to go back to school to be a teacher, but that they could not afford for her to quit working with the kids college coming up soon. We shared a bottle of wine, and she started to lean in to me as she talked. I could tell that she was ready for me; I could have her any time I wanted. I decided I was not ready yet. I would not take her just yet; I wanted to see how far she would go.

I paid the bill and we walked out to the parking lot. She kept brushing up against me, her hand hitting mine. I knew she was waiting for me to suggest something to her, something she desired, something illicit. I said my goodbyes and watched as she got into her car. Her air of disappointment was unmistakable. Perfect I thought, she would be all the more ready for me in the future.

Now the question was what to do next, head home or maybe to my favorite bar and see who might be available. Sometimes I like a quick score to balance out my long term projects.