Wait for Ms. Catherine

"I'll sit and wait for her, thanks Amy."

"Suit yourself, sport. Hopefully Ms. C is right about you, then we could have some fun a lil' more often" she jeered. Amy pulled her panties up and settled herself, before sitting next to you in the limo seat. She was obviously still rearing to go, and looking a little disheveled, as she was glistening with sweat. "Y'know, Ms. Catherine was talkin' to me earlier; she really fancies you. I'd be a little careful if I were you, she's a rough one." You shuddered. What did that even mean? If she liked you, wouldn't she be a little more gentle with you? Your thoughts took over as time seemed to race by; you barely even noticed as Amy made herself look more presentable and got into the driver's seat to take you to your destination. Amy occasionally glanced in the rear view mirror, looking at you hungrily, with a combination of satisfaction and lust in her eyes. Eventually, the car stopped, and Amy let you out in front of what appeared to be an incredibly fancy restaurant. "Now behave yourself, darlin. I wouldn't want to have to drive you home if you messed your manners!" she shot you a look that sent chills down your spine. Under no circumstances would you want that to happen. After all, you were sick, and you had a feeling you wouldn't be getting home in time before your mother returned if that were to happen.

As Amy got out to let you out of the limo, a large woman came up to greet Amy. 'That must be Catherine' you thought to yourself. 'Large' didn't really do her justice. She was taller than she had mentioned in her profile, by at least a few inches. Her body was soft, but extremely curvaceous; wearing a tight blue dress, you could see she was definitely chunky, but a good portion of the extra weight settled nicely in her ass and breasts. She had extremely wide hips, and her huge ass swayed as she walked, definitely turning heads around her. From what you saw, her front also held something equally huge. You weren't quite sure, but you think she was lying about her cock size on the dating app as well. As she walked to the car, you saw her breasts jiggle tightly; nothing about her was small. As she sided up to the passenger side of the limo, you saw her face. It was absolutely gorgeous; she had striking blue eyes, and thick blonde hair pulled into a bun on the top of her head. She talked at Amy for a few moments, glancing at the windows; since they were tinted, you had a feeling she was eager to see what you looked like. Amy chuckled, and opened up the limousine door. As you exited, your heart pounding in your chest, Catherine's eyes lit up.

"Oh, Dougie! You're even cuter than your pictures!" She scooped you up in a big hug and planted a huge kiss on your lips. Forward didn't even come close to classifying her. She instantly pushed her tongue in your mouth and then planted a series of large kisses on your mouth. As she set you down, she continued to hug you tight, and squeezed your ass. You could feel the heat radiating off of her, and her cock rubbed against your chest as she held you in a tight grip. She smelled of perfume, sweat, and a bit of booze. "Shall we go inside?" she said, as she set you down. You held the door open for her, and she smiled sweetly. "Such a gentleman, I knew I picked right." As she walked up to the counter, she took your hand and led you behind her. "Reservation for two. Under Catherine" she demanded. The server, a younger woman in her early 20s, looked at her, and then at you. She winked with a hint of jealousy as she said, "of course, Miss Catherine! Right this way."

She seated you at a booth close to the window, far from the rest of the clientele. As you sat down, the waitress immediately set some water down for you and a glass of wine for Catherine. She gave you the menus, and then sped off to get some additional stuff for the table.

"So, Doug." Catherine cooed. "How was the car ride with Amy?"

You gulped. "G-good, I guess. It was my first time in a limo."

Catherine laughed and then smiled that same smile she shot at you when you held the door open for you. "So sweet, just how I pictured you. Would you like a glass of wine, or a beer, by the way?"

"Uh... I'm only 18" you said, your voice cracking as if to confirm the fact.

Catherine laughed again, and then leaned in. You could smell the wine on her breath, but also a heavy scent of perfume. "That's no matter! I practically own the place!" she laughed. "I'll get you a wine. It would be crazy to not have wine with a meal like this." Catherine leaned back and sighed, happily taking another drink from her glass. The waitress returned, and Catherine asked for a glass of red for you. "But, Ms. C-" Catherine shot her a look, and the waitress immediately set down the bread for the table and sped off, again, to get some wine for you. In an instant, a glass was in front of you, being poured. "We'll have the set menu for 2, please." Catherine added as the waitress finished pouring.

"Cheers, Dougie. To a good date." You took the glass to your lips; the strong smell was enough to make you wince a little bit. Catherine, seeing this, chuckled. "I'll make a wine lover out of you yet!" she said, as she tipped the bottom of the glass while you took a sip. Your face soured up; the red liquid warmed your throat as it went down and hit your (now) empty stomach. "What do you think, Doug?" she said. "Better than a milkshake?" You almost choked on the last sip as she said that. Did she know what Amy did? How in the world did that comment make its way out?

After 5 minutes of an awkward silence (at least, according to you; Catherine was busy swooning at you) the food finally arrived. Catherine looked down at her food, and then up to you, quizzically. "I was excited to sit down and have some food with you, but you're just looking too cute right now." Her words were starting to slur-- she definitely had a lot to drink before coming here. "Would you wanna take this to go? I think my house would be a better place for you to be all nice and fed." she cheered.