Miri makes her interest very clear

"So, as I was saying about the costs for the reception..." Momma droned on and on, her voice hardly seeming to reach Jamie as he stared limply across the table at his to bride to be. Miri was like no other woman Jamie had spoken to in his life before, so handsome and self-assured, but not in a childish, blustering like the girls in school who pushed their weight around trying to look tough and impress the cool boys. No, a mature woman like her didn't need to do any of that childish play-acting. Her confidence was real...and so much more attractive for it. Jamie just couldn't look away from her, to the point where he'd hardly eaten any of the food she'd ordered for him. He still couldn't believe she wanted to marry him. Any boy she picked for her own for would melt into her strong, tanned arms he was certain, but she'd chosen him. Just the thought made him rather dizzy, and the little erection tenting his skirt ever since she'd arrived ache even hotter. "There were some worries I had about..." Momma continued.

"Enough already." Miri sighed sharply, laying a large hand firmly on the table right in front of her. "I'll pay for it since you can't, haven’t I made that clear enough already? Now can we get to the reason why we’re really here?” Her head turned to give Jamie a significant look, as a gasp of shock escaped the boy's trembling lips. He'd never seen anyone interrupt Momma like that before and the casual way she'd done it too made Miri seem even more imposing. There was a nervous fluttering in his belly as her gleaming eyes flickered down his body, lingering over his flat chest, only all mixed in with that he'd couldn't help but think how...hot it made him feel too. This strong, handsome woman so easily cutting off his stern parent, did it make him a naughty boy if he kind of...liked that? His panties were getting even tighter now, and he wriggled uncertainly in his seat, hoping the reason for his furious blush wasn't too obvious.

"What do you mean, Ms. Walker?" Momma stammered out at last, shock in her eyes. It seemed she could hardly believe what was going on either, but where Jamie would have expected her to be furious, instead she didn't seem to dare upset Miri. “What reason?"

"Don't be coy now, it doesn't suit you." Miri shook her head, her lips curling into a smirk. Even as she spoke to Momma, her dark eyes never left Jamie, drifting back up over his blushing, freckled cheeks. "You bought your son here to show him off for me, and believe me I like what I'm seeing so far. Only, as cute as the way he's hiding his charms from me is, if he's the one I'm going to marry, I'd like to have a rather closer look than this." Jamie bit his lip, torn between delight at the notion this handsome older woman somehow liked how he looked and concern over what she said next. What did she mean...a closer look? Momma was worried too, gripping her fork tight enough her knuckles went white. Then Jamie squealed in shock as he felt her leg brush against his under the table. Her muscled calves felt hot even through her trousers, sliding over his bare skin under that little skirt Momma had made him wear. His dick ached, throbbing even hotter at how assertive she was being, touching him like it was nothing. It was all so distracting he could hardly follow what she was saying.

"Ms. Walker, I never said..." Momma began uncertainly.

"Don't get so nervous." Miri interrupted again, just as effortless as before, and Momma shrank back in her chair, her mouth snapping shut. "We're in public. Even if this restaurant isn't about to make a fuss over their celebrity customer having a bit of fun I'm not going to do anything untoward to him. He'll still be coming to my bed a virgin, I'll make sure of that. You are a virgin, aren't you doll?" Her gaze flickered back to the boy, grinning like a hungry tiger. As she asked the question, her leg slid up, drifting perilously close to his very naughty erection.

"Yes." Jamie managed to squeak, more out of shock than anything. Of course he was a virgin...he'd never even kissed a girl. None of the ones his own age had ever been interested in a scruffy and unfashionable boy like him. None of them...until this older, handsome lady suddenly wanted to marry him and rub her muscly leg against his. He really hoped she still did, even after she got this...closer look at him.

"Good, that means no bad habits." Miri nodded, her clear approval of his purity sending a little rush of happiness through the wriggling boy, as did the last lingering rub she gave his bare leg with her own before drawing it away at last. "I'll teach you just how to please me once we're married. There's no objections of course, so why don't you come round this side of the table and sit right here in my lap where I can get a better look?" Jamie started up without even thinking about it, not even considering whether he might need Momma's approval to go around sitting in the lap of some woman he still barely knew. It didn't seem like she was about to stop him anyway, slumping back in her chair with a defeated look on her face. She'd usually have been so strict about something like this, but before he could wonder why Miri beckoned him over with a finger and he found himself shuffling around the table toward her, awkwardly smoothing down his skirt to make sure his stiff dick didn't tent it too much.

Her gaze moved slowly down his body, lingering on his belly, then drifting down to where the high hem of his skirt bared way more of his pale thighs than he was usually comfortable showing off. Her lips curled, dark eyes gleaming with He stepped toward her, his cheeks glowing and nibbling anxiously on his lip. Normally he'd be way too frightened to get any closer to a woman while he was dressed like this, but she was so...handsome. How was he supposed to stop himself when she stared at him like this, so clearly liking what she saw?

"Excuse me...I have to go to the bathroom." Momma stammered out suddenly, slipping from her chair. Jamie glanced at her as she staggered away towards the toilets, feeling a very naughty flicker of relief that she was leaving him alone for once with this handsome lady who was interested in him somehow. Without her there glaring, maybe he could be a bit more bold even...women liked that, didn't they?

"Guess I scared her off." Miri chuckled, flashing him another dazzling smile. "Now, you want to sit right here so we can get to know each other, doll?" She patted her thigh meaningfully. With her handsome face and strong, tall body filling his mind, Jamie didn't even think of what the other restaurant patrons might think.

He just stepped forward, turned and sat his butt right down on top of her lap, only just remembering to hold his skirt so it didn't ride right up and expose his panties. Even as bold as he was feeling right now, he didn't want that? Or did he...? The thought of flashing handsome Miri a teasing glimpse of his underwear sent a hot thrill through his body, as did the feeling of her muscled thighs against his butt as he settled into her lap. She was so...big. This close to her it was that much more obvious how much wider her shoulders were than his, and how her height meant he fitted in so neatly on her lap like this. He shivered in delight as her hand moved round to his belly, resting there rather comfortingly. She could have very easily done more to him...like reaching down a little further to where his stiff erection throbbed away between his legs, but she seemed to be content to let him rest here. It made him happy she was being respectful, but at the same time...he wasn't sure he'd be able to be a good boy and object if she decided she wanted more from him.

"Damn, you are so cute." Miri breathed above his head, her voice almost disbelieving. Blushing furiously, he wriggled and raised his head to stare up at her handsome face. She was smiling back at him. "I was debating whether I was going to bother getting married, now I'm very glad I took the plunge after all. Really can't get a boy as sweet as you are any other way." Her other hand reached up, brushing through his hair to play with a few soft strands. Jamie smiled to himself, very glad Momma had taken him to that fancy salon if it meant she liked touching his hair like this. "I noticed you hadn't eaten much yet." Miri continued. "I know boys like to stay slim, but you're already nice and skinny. Alright if I feed you a few of my favorites while you're sat here? You'll like them, I promise." She was already reaching across the table with a fork towards some of the small plates of tapas she'd ordered for them.

"Okay." Jamie nodded. He wasn't about to say no to an offer like that after all. He let his mouth drop open as she lifted a piece of fish covered in sauce towards his waiting lips, then shivering with delight at the delicious taste as she slipped it onto his tongue. Part of him could hardly believe he was sitting in the lap of the woman he was going to marry, a handsome celebrity who was also...bold and confident and kind of nice as well. It felt like some wonderful dream, like any moment he was going to wake up and be the lonely, boring boy nobody took a second look at, but when he leant back a little into her big, warm body, and felt the softness of her boobs on his back through his little top, he knew it couldn't be. He was really going to like being married after all, he thought.