Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares - Sex Stories

Truth Or Dare [Part 4] Dinner Dates & Dares

... mask, I was surprised when the daughter spoke for the group, “Yes, I was just saying to your waiter that I’d won a complimentary meal and had arranged to use it for our booking this evening.”

“Well…” I began, giving myself a long breath to try and formulate an answer that wasn’t going to sound rude, but the words caught in my throat when I turned to face the younger woman because –of course – it was Jen.

Tonight, she was dressed like aproper young lady, wearing a conservative dress that left everything to the imagination; thin dark material dotted with white spots, the hem hanging loosely below the knee, covering right up to her neckline, which she framed with a small pendant necklace, the colour of which stood out beautifully against the cream white of her skin.

Jen had tied her hair back for dinner with her parents, not severely but in a way that highlighted the strands of her natural brunette hair with the wider maintained dyed blond look. Her choice of makeup for the evening was in the same fashion as her hairstyle; light, minimalistic and designed to enhance her natural beauty rather than draw attention to any one feature.

Her eyes sparkled with the girl I knew, though, and I was sure they widened almost imperceptibly as I turned to face her and she took in my already semi-aroused state - an issue that would not be resolving anytime soon, now that I was again face to face with the woman who’s mere memory could drive me wild.

Recovering my composure, I ...

... asked, “JenniferO’Leary?” and it helped my cause that the question was an honest one.

“Yes,” she nodded, maintaining a cool demeanour even with a Poker Player’stell of the twinkle in her eye. “Are you the manager?”

“Duty manager,” I clarified, choosing, as always, to play along with Jen’s latest game.

“As I explained to the waiter,” “Jen explained smoothly, “I won a voucher in a charity raffle a few weeks ago; I called this afternoon with the details.”

“Yes, apologies, Ms. O’Leary – I have your details in the book; we just weren’t expecting you in until after 8:00 PM,” complete bullshit; I just wanted to play games too.

“My fault,” Jen’s Dad spoke up for the first time; his voice had a musical sing-song quality that made me want to smile. “We’re up visiting our little girl at university and want to be on the road home early.”

Jen’s mum smiled and nodded in agreement at her husband’s comment, but as she did, the look froze in place, and I knew she’d caught my semi-arouse state when she glanced fractionally down.

Playing the game, I said, “Drinks aren’t included with the meal, I’m afraid, but I’d love to offer you a complimentary round ofCock-tails?”

If Jen’s dad had noticed the way I stressed the first half of the word, he gave no sign of it in his musical response, “Still driving.”

Without changing the focus of my attention, I said, “We offer a selection ofVirgins,” which earned me a cough from Jen, and I managed to catch thelook that passed between ...