Engagement

You stroll into Andy’s apartment like you own the place. Of course soon you will. You’ve been spending as much time with him as you can.

He looks over at you. “Kim, wear something nice. I have something special planned.”

You smile. It’s about time. You’ve been giving him subtle nudges for weeks now.

You don an elegant black dress. He whistles as you exit the bedroom.

“You look amazing, honey.”

You manage to blush a little. “Thank you, Andy.”

“We’re going to the Blu Truffle.”

“Oo.” You are actually excited. This night promises to be special. The lobster is supposed to be to die for.

You enter the restaurant. The seating is excellent. The hostess hands you beautiful blue foil menus.

You Oo and ah a bit. “What should I order? It all looks good?”

“Anything you want, darling.”

You threaten to order something inexpensive, before settling on the lobster.

After the meal the waitress comes out with champagne. Before even notice, Andy kneels down on one knee.

“Kimberly Harris will you marry me?”

“Yes! Oh yes! I love you soo much!”

You fan yourself will one hand as you fish a very expensive ring out of the champagne glass. You have to admit, it is a nice ring. You slide it on your finger an take the requisite pictures for social media.

“How soon can we get married?”

“What kind of wedding would you like, my love?”

“I just want to be with you, let’s elope as soon as possible. Maybe a beach next week?”

“That sounds wonderful. I’ll send my lawyer over to do s pre-nup and then get everything together.”

Lawyer? Inside you rage. Does nobody trust anybody these days? Of course this isn’t an unanticipated problem.

“Of course, I just want to be with you!”

After a delicious dessert you head home. You entice him into the bedroom and slide off his pants. You give him a little assist throwing you on the bed. You discretely spit in your hand and wet your shaved mons. You spread your legs in invitation.

He obliges by sliding his cock into you. You let him slam you for a while. Finally you feel he’s on the edge. You begin your performance with requisite moaning.

You scream in faux orgasm as he cums.

“You are such a stud, honey.”

He grunts in response.

You cuddle and fall asleep, knowing you were right about today. The lobster was amazing.