Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... surprised by the way he made his attraction to me so evident. Part of me was secretly thrilled to be the object of his desire, but another part had been burned far too many times and remained guarded.

The rest of the night and the following day dragged on at an agonizing pace. Because I still suspected that Patrick was too good to be true, my skeptical side wanted seven o'clock to hurry up and arrive so I could simply get the date over with and move on. But when I finally left work and went home to get ready, I grew more and more nervous. During my shower, I kept telling myself this was a bad idea. I wondered if it was too late to cancel.

"Stop it, Greer!" I muttered to myself. "It's just dinner, for God's sake!"

A little later, I stood before the mirror, ignoring the fact that my hands were shaking as I styled my hair. I decided to sweep it back from my face. For my outfit, I'd chosen a black dress that flattered my body type, accentuating my D-cup breasts while having a slimming effect on my waist. Beneath the dress, I wore thigh-high stockings. My ankle-strap heels, also black, weren't exactly comfortable, but they'd be fine for one evening. I kept my makeup light and understated. Studying my reflection, I couldn't help but be pleased. Of course, I would have been far more pleased if I were fifty pounds lighter.

I decided to take an Uber to the restaurant. That way, if Patrick stood me up, or, even worse, our date turned into a disaster, I could at least ...

... have a few drinks at the bar to drown my disappointment. I ended up arriving a little early, but I found Patrick already waiting for me outside. The late spring air was warm and held a gentle breeze. With plenty of daylight left, Patrick quickly spotted me and closed the distance between us. "Greer, you look absolutely beautiful!" he said, drawing me into a quick hug.

"Thank you." I knew I was beaming at his words. "And you look fantastic in that suit." Patrick was clearly pleased by my compliment, and as we entered the restaurant, he slipped an arm around my waist. Once we were seated at a table, I had to stop myself from staring at him. After all, I'd told him the day before how rude it was to stare. But now that my anger had disappeared and I was actually on a date with the man, I allowed myself to fully grasp just how fucking gorgeous he was.

I decided to order a Sloe Gin Fizz, a drink I rarely permitted myself to enjoy because of the sugar it contained. "Maker's Mark, neat," Patrick said to our server, giving her a winning smile. After she'd left the table, he turned that smile on me. "I've never had a Sloe Gin Fizz."

"You can try mine. I normally stick with Pinot Noir, but I figured I'd live a little tonight."

"That's what I want to hear." Something about Patrick's gaze, and his voice, sent a surge of arousal through me. Fuck, I was getting wet just sitting across from him! I resolved to focus on the menu so I wouldn't be distracted by thoughts of how much I ...