The first date goes surprisingly well…

James dropped by Jack’s house in his car, a late model BMW M5. He had a very well paying job and was careful with his money, but he had a commute to work and wanted to enjoy the drive. So he did throw a lot of money at his ride.

He didn’t have to go to the door, Olivia walked outside as he pulled up, and gave her dad a kiss on the cheek as she walked to the car. Jack nodded at his friend James, then closed the door.

James couldn’t help but notice how good Olivia looked, wearing a cute and loose fitting spring skirt, a button down blouse and a snug fitting vest. Her hair was beautiful, it looked like she had put some effort into looking good. Like she actually thought of this as a date, a real date.

James worried just for a moment, because his heart wasn’t in this like that, he was trying to give Jack a break. If it was going to happen, this was also a hope he could get to know Olivia and find some sort of basis for what he expected to be a transactional marriage that would last till she was sufficiently on her feet to get by on her own steam.

He had figured they would do this, get her on her feet and in college, and she would divorce him for some younger guy, and it would be ok. He wouldn’t fight it, and she would get paid, taken care of.

Things had never been weird between them, as Olivia had known James literally all of her life. She had called him uncle James for most of that time, and they had been friendly, if appropriately distant.

He had been to most of her birthday parties, at least when he had been in the country. He had been trusted to be alone with her in the past. And not just for hours at a time, Jack trusted James to be honorable and decent.

Olivia had stayed at his apartment years before when her parents had won a two week long vacation. She had not gone with them to stay in school, and also because her parents only won two seats on the cruise, and they couldn’t afford to buy another one for her.

It hadn’t been weird for those two weeks. She had slept on his sofa, and they had been friendly but kept to themselves. When they ate she talked to him and made eye contact, when he took her to school and picked her up she was warm and friendly. But there hadn’t been a romantic or sexual moment in the two weeks, nothing close to it.

Looking at how Olivia was dressed, he worried he was overdressed a bit. He went on dates, and he dressed the part, usually in a nice three piece suit he owned numerous versions of. Today he had left the jacket out of the equation, but was still in suit pants, a dress shirt and vest, and a tie. Even his shoes were a bit on the high end as he watched the young beauty walk to his car, so he pulled his tie off in one smooth motion and dropped it in the back. He didn’t use clip ons, James knew how to tie a tie and a bow tie properly.

He then unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt to try and be more causal, and hopped out and got the door for her, why not show a little chivalry?

Olivia smiled as the door was opened for her, looking James in the eyes, and it shook him to his core. This was the first time he had ever looked at her in this way, and the first time he realized just how beautiful Jack’s daughter truly was.

He had never considered her in any romantic sort of way, and doing so now opened his eyes, to the rather stunning brightness of her beauty.

James had traveled for work for a long time, spending time in Europe, in LA, in New York City, in D.C. and everywhere else his company did significant business. He had dated models, aspiring actresses and strippers, he was tall and athletic, and had plenty of money.

Back when he was in the military full time, James had been in the special forces, and had been with women all over the world.

James knew beauty when he saw it, and goddamn was Olivia some special sort of beautiful.

This moment moved in slow motion. Her hair was perfect, in beautiful and tight curls, he could see her toned thighs and calves, he remarkable bluish green eyes, and when she smiled he saw her flawless teeth.

Olivia was a ten in any room he had ever been in, any of them. She had a lean build, but a muscular one, built in athletics in school and maintained in a year out of school. She didn’t have big tits, but what she had fit her frame and looked great, and as she moved past him to sit in the car he saw the curvature of her ass as she turned and it was magnificent.

As Olivia moved past him she leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek, “thanks James.” She looked up at him and smiled after she did it.

She said this to him in not much more than a whisper, but he heard her lively tone of voice clearly. It was like lighting sparked between them when she gave him a simple peck in the cheek, it moved him that much. He leaned against the door and exhaled sharply, having felt something quite unexpected.

He closed the car door and gathered himself, he had not been prepared for this adult version of the young woman he had seen grow up before his eyes.

He had thought she was shorter than she was, now seeing her like this she was 5’10”, taller than her father.

He walked around the back of the car and rolled his shirt sleeves up a couple of turns, dropping his very nice diamond encrusted cufflinks in his vest pocket.

James got back into the driver’s seat, and listened to the rumble of the exhaust from his twin turbocharged v8, the M5 sounding amazing.

“Nice ride James,” she said somewhat awkwardly. “Leather everything…you got all the bells and whistles on this didn’t you?”

She fiddled with the on screen display as they set off, but she was just nervously passing the time. This was new to her, she hadn’t known she was going to marry her dad’s friend but for a day or two, about as long as she had known her dad was dying. She didn’t know where she was going to live if this didn’t work out, she didn’t even know where they were going right now in the amazing car she was in.

But life had been tough, she had learned to take it as it came to her. One day at a time.

James had overthought the date they were going to have. His experience as a fifty three year old man had not prepared him for dating someone who was Olivia’s age, he didn’t even know her age, or her birthday, but he knew she was young. Twenty? Twenty one? He didn’t know.

So an upscale jazz club wasn’t the right place, neither was an elegant rooftop Italian restaurant for that matter. On the other hand he wasn’t going to just take her to a movie and have fucking pizza with her either. Olivia certainly wasn’t a child and he didn’t want to treat her like one.

So he had made some reservations, just in case, not knowing the food she liked most. Mexican food, a steak house, a sort of trendy burger place and a romantic and upscale Italian restaurant, he had decided to be prepared. And if she wanted something else he could just figure it out on the fly.

“So…Olivia,” he said in a confident voice. “Are you hungry at all? What do you like?”

Olivia was looking out the window as he drove, and turned to him and made a bemused face, they had known each other for her entire life, but had never had a conversation of any real substance.

When she had stayed with him for two weeks they had eaten, but he cooked every night and Olivia ate what he made without complaint, and she had eaten breakfast cereal in the morning. They hadn’t ever talked about food, they had just both sort of gone with the flow.

“I could eat, I missed lunch today,” she replied softly. “I could go for pizza…you might be overdressed for that though…”

She said this with a laugh, and James looked uncomfortable, embarrassed for a moment as he saw her pick up his tie from the back seat and raise an eye brow at him as she held it against his upper chest.

Olivia then laughed, breaking the straight face she was trying to hold, “I’m just fucking with you James…you look great, I promise”. Her hand landed on his shoulder and her eyes widened as she felt his shoulder muscles. She briefly gripped his shoulder and exhaled, fuck this guy was built.

She tossed his tie back into the back seat, and briefly imagined being in a dark room with candle light, as that tie was tied into a blindfold over her eyes, and she briefly imagined getting fucked doggy style with his tie ever her eyes and his hands on her hips pounding away at her from behind. It was just for a moment then she shook her head from her daydream. She was a bit flushed though, feeling things for this man she hadn’t expected.

She had felt something as well when she kissed his cheek, something deep inside. For her it was a sexual desire for him and something even more. In that moment she didn’t want to fuck him, or at least not just fuck him. She wanted to know him, to be with him, to lay beside him, all of it.

But yeah, she definitely wanted to fuck him, she wanted in that moment to fuck him as hard as she possibly could.

“Pizza? Cool with me Olivia,” he said confidently. He pressed a button on the steering wheel and a chime was heard. “Pizza near me please.”

The car’s on board screen lit up, and some options came up. He skipped past the normal chain restaurants, and found a place not far away called Eno’s, he had eaten there with colleagues, it was nice.

“Eno’s Pizza Tavern,” James said, his car responding with directions, it was twenty minutes away.

“Want to listen to any music?” He asked, but Olivia nodded her head no, surprising him. “You don’t like music?”

She twirled her hair nervously for a moment, “I like music James…I enjoy it quite a lot, in the shower I am a hell of a singer,” she said in a light hearted tone. “But this…well this is what it is, right? I mean this is a first date and all, but we know where this is going don’t we?”

James looked at her with an odd look, not getting her meaning, and she noticed it.

“In a week, maybe sooner…really as soon as we can, because I need my dad to be there for me getting married…so maybe a day or two,” Olivia continued, pausing to take a deep breath and steady herself. “In a week I am going to put on my mom’s wedding dress…fuck I hope it fits, and you and I are going to get hitched James.”

He tiled his head, not really having thought about how fast they needed to move, and he hadn’t processed getting married again yet.

“And then you get to unzip that dress and pull it off of me, and you are going to fuck me,” she continued as his eyes went wide. “You get to fuck me, however you want to…”

She was imagining all the things he would do to her, and she imagined a lot. Fucking her mouth, putting it in her ass if he wanted to, cumming on her face, whatever he wanted really. Any of it and all of it, she was game.

“As a new wife should, I am going to give myself to you, I will love you with my body and my heart…but I am going to love you with my body, you get to do whatever you want to do to me in bed.”

He coughed nervously, he hadn’t expected her to be this forward.

“Well in bed and anywhere else, we are not limited to a bed…it can be anywhere…”

“I am going to live in your apartment with you, I will be in your bed…we are going to be a real and serious thing, and we have to get there really fucking fast…”

He was a bit nervous to hear that, he had planned for this to just be transactional, not for anything intimate. She was talking about sex.

She gently put her hand on his forearm, making a flustered face when she felt his arm, “we don’t have the time to fuck around. We don’t have time to chill with music, I’m not even sure how much time we have to fuck around with dinner.”

She looked to the side and thought about that, maybe fast food and getting fucked in his bed would be a better start.

She smiled, thinking she would indeed like to have his cock in her mouth more than pizza…his cum in her stomach more than food, but again she shook herself out of her fantasy.

His mouth was wide open at how direct the young beauty was with him, and she continued.

“We have to figure all this shit out in a few days. What do we need to know about each other for this to work. Do you have any allergies that could kill you? Are you taking any medicine I need to know about? Will we fight it out over politics or religion or some shit like that?” She continued, now more confidently, “how do you like your coffee in the morning, or tea, or whatever you do? What kind of eggs do you like…I mean, you eat eggs don’t you? Are you a vegan or something like that? I mean, are you a boob man or an ass man? Am I going to need to get a boob job? I mean I will if you like bigger boobs, but mine might still grow a bit…”

He smiled, anything was better right now than talking in any way about sex with her, he hadn’t even considered that as a possibility.

James laughed gently, “no, I am not a vegetarian Olivia, not even close. I eat meat, I don’t care about politics, I never have, I don’t even vote…”

“I don’t do religion, and I’m not allergic to anything I have ever experienced, and I am really not really a boob or ass man, I enjoy both equally…”

She nodded, “you don’t do religion? How the fuck did you ever get along with my dad?” Her dad Jack was something of a Christian traditionalist, a part of why he wanted her to marry before he died.

“Olivia, when I was in college the first Gulf War broke out…well the actual war didn’t take long, but there was this whole thing leading up to it,” he said softly. “I joined an ROTC program, finished my degree and then joined the Army. I went to Ranger School, then ended up a Green Beret, and I saw a lot more war than most people in the military did back then. All over the world…”

“Olivia, I have done things in war that hurt people, I have held good friend’s hands as they died,” he continued. “I have seen a lot of ****, some praying to god, one or another of them, some cursing god…”

There was a long silence, “some people say there is always prayer on a battlefield. But when you see what I have, what people are willing to do to other people, it is hard to get behind the concept of an all powerful god who isn’t a complete asshole…”

He realized how quiet it got after that, he wasn’t great with people he didn’t know well, “but I guess the world is pretty full of assholes isn’t it Olivia?”

She smiled…then he did, crisis averted, maybe he hadn’t ruined this thing his dying best friend needed in the first ten minutes.

“Cool with me James,” she replied. “I am not that into the church thing anyway, just for my dad at this point, but I have had some bad experiences…”

Olivia had been on a youth retreat a couple of years before when the youth pastor had made a move on her. She had stayed back with him to help gather some things for the evening service at a camp they were at. The rest of the youth and youth leaders had gotten into vans and were miles away. It was just the youth pastor, Olivia and his young wife.

She had not thought anything of it with the youth pastor’s wife being there, but she had been very wrong.

There had been an awkward moment in the pastor’s cabin, and he had kissed her. He then had pushed Olivia back against a wall and kissed her deeply while pulling her shirt off, and another set of hands had removed her bra, the youth pastor’s wife’s hands. Hands that had groped her tits in a sexual manner.

When she looked into the youth pastor’s wife’s eyes, she had seen sexual hunger, a ravenous hunger the older woman had for her.

Olivia had enjoyed what they did, and it hadn’t been ****, but he pushed her to her knees and put his cock in her mouth and then he fucked like she was a porn star, and his wife had been a part of it. His wife was a beautiful young woman, but a different side of her showed up, a sexually hungry side of her.

As Olivia sucked the youth pastor’s cock, his wife licked the side of her face, and then leaned down and sucked on her perky tits.

Then as they undressed her and he laid Olivia on the bed and spread her legs, the youth pastor and his wife had alternated eating her pussy. When he leaned up and pushed his cock back into Olivia’s mouth his wife had eaten her out. And she had eaten pussy like she was a lesbian porn star, tongue fucking her with enthusiasm for it she hadn’t even seen in lesbian porn.

The couple had alternated enjoying Olivia in a raucous threesome, with the pastor’s wife trying to get Olivia to eat her out, but being denied. The young woman wasn’t a lesbian, and wasn’t even attracted to women a little. But Olivia had let them do everything else, and had let the youth pastor’s wife make out with her, shutting her eyes and pretending her to be a guy she liked.

Olivia had also sucked the youth pastor’s wife’s tits, which were a very nice pair of tits, only realizing the young wife had implants when she saw her topless.

Beyond that Olivia‘s youth pastor had fucked her and his wife for more than an hour on his bed, lots of positions, and he had orgasmed a few times with her.

The first time he was close, the youth pastor had pulled out and cum in Olivia‘s mouth at the end, telling her to swallow. The second time he came on her face and his wife licked it off of her, the last time he inseminated Olivia, his wife eating her out afterward.

And after thoroughly tongue fucking Olivia, the young wife had aggressively made out with the young woman, sharing the taste of the youth pastor’s semen and Olivia‘s own pussy with her.

Olivia had very nearly laughed when he preached about chastity and saving yourself for marriage later that night. She could still taste his cum on her lips, his cum was deep inside of her body as well, probably in her womb. She had enjoyed the sex, but right to that moment she had lost any interest in religion, she now knew what it really was.

That had done it for her. Perverts and sex fiends she could deal with, not hypocrites. Olivia had kept going to church at her dad’s insistence, but she started to notice things she had missed before.

The senior pastor leered at her when they were alone in the hall, and his touch during prayer now felt quite sexual. She now noticed little looks she hadn’t before, and listened to rumors she hadn’t before of quite a few little sexual indiscretions she had ignored before.

She had found herself alone with the senior pastor, and had ended up with his dick in her mouth and his cum in her stomach. She had barely noticed the progression, this old man had done this many times, he was that smooth at talking young women onto their knees.

Olivia had eventually ended up alone with the youth pastor again, and he fucked her again, just as before. An hour long marathon of fucking. She also had been invited to a women’s retreat and had been bunked with the youth pastor’s wife, who had positioned herself as Olivia‘s mentor.

The young pastor’s wife had spent a week during a women’s retreat at a luxury hotel trying to awaken something inside of Olivia that just wasn’t there, a sexual attraction to another woman.

It had been costly, but the youth pastor pad paid for Olivia‘s trip, and she knew why, his wife wanted her rather badly.

The youth pastor’s wife had fucked Olivia every night on the week of the retreat, had showered with her and ate her pussy in the shower, had kissed her like a long term lover, and had managed to get Olivia to suck her tits quite hard and even gotten the younger woman to eat her pussy, but it had never taken.

Olivia had not hated the taste of pussy, it didn’t offend her, it just wasn’t something she was into. But she had been turned on with all the sex so she did at least enjoy it a little.

When they sat for dinner they were in a church group, but off it the side, and the little loving touches never seemed to stop. The youth pastor’s wife had touched Olivia in public in ways that surprised her, but which were not obvious.

The youth pastor’s wife had been affectionate with hugs, and had held Olivia’s hand as they walked around. To an outside observer it was just genuine affection, not necessarily sexual attraction, but it certainly was sexual.

Running her feet up the inside of Olivia‘s calves and thigh at dinner and breakfast, putting her arm around her and giving her tits loving little squeezes, when they hung out in the pool and hot tub the older woman had been fairly brazen in reaching under the water and fingering her as well.

Lots of hugging, lots of kissing, and lots of **** from the mini bar as well, and a lot of what Olivia would call full on lesbian sex. Her “mentor” had just not ever taken no for an answer, she had been sexually forward and agressive.

Olivia still remembered that week, and not fondly. She had tasted pussy a number of times, relenting and going down on her mentor, but to get her to stop bothering her about it. It had ended up being the last four days of the trip, multiple times per day.

Eating pussy hadn’t revolted her, she wasn’t a homophobe or anything, it just wasn’t her thing.

It had progressed from Olivia being between the older woman’s legs, her mouth close as she fingered the older woman, to her tasting pussy, as her mentor begged her for it.

“Please Olivia,” she had said, as horny as she always seemed to be. “Taste me, use your tongue baby…”

It was the first time Olivia played with the older woman’s pussy, and she had tentatively probed what was a pretty pussy that was cleanly shaven, and the youth pastor’s wife took care of herself. She was fit, she smelled good, and she had not tasted bad at all.

That first time Olivia had been slow at it, but she had been coaxed into more. Soft jazz music and wine had helped, but by the last night Olivia and the youth pastor’s wife had been in the 69 position going at it.

Olivia had spent what felt like hours on her back with the older woman’s pussy in her face, she had eaten pussy till her tongue was sore, but it was never enough for the youth pastor’s wife. And it had never pushed her toward being gay at all.

This hadn’t changed Olivia’s sexuality, she had no trust for the youth pastor and his wife, but she couldn’t stay away. The harder she pushed to stay away, the more her father thought she was in a crisis of faith, and the harder he insisted she go. She could have old her father what they were doing, but he had been through a lot, she didn’t want him to lose his faith as well.

So for the better part of a year, Olivia was in a sexual relationship with her youth pastor and his wife, often just one of them, and often both in a series of threesomes she felt were quite bizarre. The couple’s sexual life being so distant from their public life in church it shocked her.

Nearly a year of lesbian sex she didn’t enjoy, tasting cum and getting fucked, all under the guise of bullshit religion. Olivia remembered being in what was supposed be a safe space, the youth hall in the church, and being alone with the youth pastor and his wife. No doors were locked, the church was open and anyone could have walked in, all a person would have needed to do was climb a short staircase and they would have walked in on her sitting in the open in the youth hall.

And even there, Olivia remembered seeing the youth pastor’s wife staring at her, with her hand inside her skirt, fingering herself while making eye contact with Olivia.

Olivia looked up on stage where the youth pastor was practicing on his guitar, and he had stopped, and was standing on stage with his hand in his pants, slowly jerking himself off.

Then the youth pastor’s wife walked over to her, “open your mouth Olivia,” she said with authority, and Olivia was surprised enough to do it. And the older woman pushed two very wet fingers into her mouth. “Good girl, now suck them clean…”

Olivia did this, before the youth pastor’s wife took her to the sound booth and put her on her knees between her legs, “come on now Olivia, get to work, make me cum baby…”

So Olivia performed oral sex on the youth pastor’s wife right there in the open, sort of in the open as the sound booth was at least somewhat private. When the youth pastor’s wife finally orgasmed, Olivia wiped her mouth and turned to see the youth pastor right behind her with his cock out, he expected his turn, and he got it. She sucked his cock till he came, and it hadn’t taken long, but he never lasted all that long.

That had been her life at church, why she didn’t believe any of the spiritual bullshit anymore. To her it was just a sex cult, where church leaders were just in it for the money and to prey on teenaged girls.

She had been called into the senior pastor’s office every couple of weeks, and while he never fucked her, he had always ended up with his cock in her mouth and his cum in her stomach.

She wasn’t going to tell James all of that, she had done it willingly and was ashamed of it, and she needed him to think well of her.

James had dated for years, he had settled down and been married, only to work too often and to come home and find his wife in his bed fucking one of her coworkers. It had hurt him badly, he had never really trusted again after that, even knowing at least at some level he had caused it through neglect.

James had fucked a lot of women since he divorced his wife, not committing to any of them past the date where he got them into bed with a couple of exceptions where the women were so beautiful he wanted to fuck them again.

As he watched on social media as his cheating ex-wife had a child with the man she was cheating with, marrying the guy not long after the divorce and having his baby nine months after the divorce. She had been carrying the child of the man she was cheating with before she got caught.

That had cut James to the bone. He coped by staying even more busy, and by working even more in the gym, but his trust had been stripped from him.

The last ten years or so had been a rough time for him. A span of years without trust and without love, really without meaning.

Casual sex being fun and all, a person still needs more in their life. People are designed to love and be loved, and for a decade James hadn’t known a moment of it, not since his divorce, really not since the day he walked in on his wife with a cock inside of her.

So trying to be sincere, to build something beyond a one night stand, this was new ground for James.

“I take some medicine for high blood pressure, and I see a chiropractor for my back pretty often,” he continued. “Military thing, I didn’t lift with my legs and I am paying for it.”

He looked in the rear view mirror, he hadn’t lifted with his legs in combat. One of the guys on his team was hit and James had to carry him away while they were getting shot at. He had tweaked his back pretty badly, and had been shot on that mission to go with some lasting disc problems.

“Beyond that, I work a lot, I go to the gym a lot, and I enjoy a drive out in the country,” he continued. “What about you?”

“I like meat,” Olivia said, her eyes darting down to his lap and stayed there for a moment, and she briefly imagined herself bent over in the car right then sucking his cock. She imagined pulling up from his lap and looking in the mirror in front of her and seeing his cum on her lips and chin. In her daydream she smiled widely as she swallowed his cum and went back down to sucking his cock.

She then imagined herself in the bathroom of some random restaurant, on her knees with this beautiful man shoving his cock down her throat, aggressively fucking her face.

And just as fast as she imagined it, she shook her head out of the daydream, she had done it to herself. Olivia had a healthy sex drive and a vivid imagination, she imagined a lot of sexual situations, but it seemed more vivid with her present company.

“I don’t take any medicine, other than birth control,” she said, before her eyes went a bit wide. “Mainly to keep things on schedule…” she continued, before making a horrified face. Not what a first date wants to talk about at all. “I don’t enjoy drinking ****, so I don’t do that often. I don’t smoke, and while I have tried marijuana, but I’m not a big fan of the smell or how you feel afterward.”

“I like to dance, I have done a lot of ballet and other dance types, I was a cheerleader in high school, and now I jog, I do Yoga, and I lift with some dumbbells at the house to stay fit…and I lift with my legs…”

She said this with sarcasm as she again touched his forearm, looking down, her hand was so close to his lap, to his cock. She could see it, it looked hard. If she moved her hand six inches she could touch the bulge the knew had to be a good sized cock.

Her hand instinctively grasped against his thigh as she imagined grabbing is cock, and she cursed under her breath as she fought to keep her composure.

“I am not in college, I just really always fucking hated school, but I also don’t have any idea what I want to be when I am older,” she continued. “So I have worked at a few places, it just doesn’t tend to work out for me. I was fired on day one at a coffee place…day three from an office job…”

“Day one?” James asked with a laugh, “how in the hell do you get fired on the first day?”

“Some people aren’t meant for customer service, for the bullshit” Olivia answered. “I was cleaning a table and a guy groped one of my tits, and when I turned to challenge him on it he grabbed my ass with both hands.”

“So I punched him in the face. They say they hate sexual harassment, but they don’t. They don’t want to have customers sue them. Then in the back the manager pushed me against a wall and groped my tits, then he slapped my ass after he fired me. He told me not to come back, unless I was going to be more grateful for the job.”

“Like he told me I had to come back, get on my knees and beg him to let me suck his dick for the job,” she continued. “Like he said I would have to beg him to let me swallow his fucking cum.”

She remembered the moment clearly, the manager had showed her his little cock, offering that she could keep her job if she blew him, to which she had just walked out.

After kicking him in the balls.

“Fuck that…and the office was the same thing. On day three the manager called me in after hours, and he was behind his desk with his cock out. He thought I would suck his cock for a $12 an hour office job, no fucking way…”

Olivia‘s eyes went wide, thinking of what she had said, “I wouldn’t have done it if he was paying more…just so we are clear there,” she said nervously. “It wasn’t like I said no because the pay was too low…I would not have sucked his…well gone down on him if he had offered more…fuck…”

James smiled and put his hand on her shoulder to calm her, “ok…fuck those guys, they both had it coming to them.” He replied with a smile, and thus calmed her down, she smiled at him as her breathing settled.

“I didn't get fired, but I lost leave and got busted down in rank for punching another officer. I can’t say much, but a moron lieutenant nearly got us all killed, and I didn’t take it well. I saw him after a two week hike out of a hostile country, because that guy pulled our evac transport…he went to see a dentist and I got to lose some pay over it.”

Soon they pulled up to Eno’s Pizza, in sort of a hipster part of town, and he parked away from other cars. As they walked to the pizza place he was surprised as Olivia took his hand and moved in closer to him as they walked. They don’t have far to go, but they continued the small talk.

Olivia talked about TV shows and movies she likes to stream, and James participated. They didn’t like the same types of shows and movies, she was more into action and he was really just into cooking shows, and it surprised her.

“When you want to be fit, especially at my age, you need to eat right,” James said. “So I learned to cook. I like my food to taste good and to be healthy, so I do it myself.”

Olivia laughed at the giant of a man she was walking with being more into Gordon Ramsey than The Rock, then she stopped walking. “How old are you?” She asked quietly, “I don’t even know that…I’m sorry to say, I think I was at your birthday party last year.”

“I am fifty three,” he replied confidently. “Just a few months younger than your dad. And you? How old are you?”

Olivia laughed, “I though a man should never ask and a lady should never tell?”

He smiled, “I was just trying not to fuck around…as you put it…and that part matters, legally, it matters. This only works if you are old enough.”

“Fine, I am 19 years old, my birthday was two months ago, you weren’t there this time,” she replied with an obviously fake scowl. “No worries though, you made a lot of my birthdays…”

They started walking again, and she pulled him by the hand towards the door, stopping when they got there. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips, and it was a deep kiss, one she held. She took hold of the back of his neck and extended her tongue into his mouth briefly, then pulled away and smiled.

“I thought that was at the end of the date?” He asked.

“We have a lot of ground to cover James, we can’t stand on tradition…we don’t have the time for the normal sort of schedule.” She replied happily, “I’m thinking of the car ride as the first date, now we are on the second.”

James looked at the young beauty, if they were on the second date…he thought of what happened on the second and third dates…then he put it out of his mind.

She was thinking the same thing, imaging giving him some road head on the way back home, again shaking her head to get out of her fantasies. She was going to have his cock in her mouth, she was sure of it…she didn’t need her imagination ruining anything.

They then enjoyed a nice dinner, sharing a pizza and having some salad. And it was a nice craft pizza, and on top of the good food they enjoyed the company of the other.

As they made small talk Olivia stared into his eyes, she touched his hands, her feet touched his, she was attentive and present there with him. It was an intoxicating show of affection to him, it made a big impression on the older man.

Soon they walked back to the car, and when he opened the door for her again, Olivia kissed him again. But this time even deeper, and this time her hands wrapped around him and pulled him into it. James kissed her back. It was a long and deep French kiss, it was nice.

She was good at it, her tongue reaching deep into her mouth, her hands on his neck and back, it was wonderful. And she had gotten them both mints at the table, so they didn’t taste like Italian food.

It lasted a good minute, and when it was done she held her ground, her lips touching his, their eyes very close and locked on each other. Her breathing was rushed, and he could tell she was aroused, as much as she had felt his arousal when they were kissing, feeling his erect cock against her lower abdomen.

When she finally pulled back he smiled, Olivia was a good kisser, and she tasted and smelled rather nice to go along with being a stunning beauty. She leaned back in and gave him a peck on the lips, and licked his lips playfully.

Her eyes were of the ‘fuck me’ variety, it was clear she wanted him, and it confused him a bit it was so fast.

She might have been a lot younger than he was, but fuck if she wasn’t the most beautiful woman he had ever met. And even with all that was going on, she seemed reasonably happy. James wasn’t sure he could have been as positive.

He looked at the clock in his car, it was 6:40 pm, they had a lot of time to kill before he could take her home. “So we have a lot of time, any ideas?”

“Let’s go to your place,” she answered. “We have a lot more to talk about, and you can show me your place…let me see what I have to redecorate.” She laughed as she said this and he did as well.

“Fine by me,” he replied. “It is close enough to walk you home afterward.”