Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... thanks.” Pete said, looking over to his girl. Daisy grinned at him and nodded; she agreed. “In that case, since it’s on y’all, give us two bottles of whatever you pick.”

It was the waiter’s turn to blink. Daisy nodded that she agreed again. She was all nods and grins now. Pete ran his hand over her knee, under the table. The air was charged with her excitement.

“Very well.” The waiter walked off and Daisy moved in closer. “Do you believe this? Get a load of this place! Jeez.”

“Nah, I can’t.” He opened the leather folder and checked the wines, then tossed it, reaching for the menu.

“Wonder if we won something? You know like on those reality shows. Like when you go somewhere and cameras are hidden and they kind of set ya up.” Daisy leaned forward so her long bangs fell over her left eye. “Pete, we could be on camera right now. I bet that’s what this is.”

“Don’t know, but a menu without prices means we can’t afford it. I hope this aint a set-up,” Pete mumbled.

“Set up? What-chu mean?”

“Daisy, you can be so naïve sometimes. They do stuff like this. Try to hook you into staying in their hotel. By the time we get back downstairs they’ll be picking that grand out of your purse.”

Daisy squinted at the faces of the wait staff and diners. “You think they tryin to set us up?”

Pete shrugged. “It’s possible.” He scanned the ***********ions and found them all too complicated. He’d prefer the pizza and beer back in their motel.

“I don’t think so, Pete. I mean ...

... they gots to know we aint got no money.”

“I don’t see anything I want on this menu. How about we do the buffet instead?”

Daisy checked the menu. “Get the lobster, babe. You always like it at Red Lobster. We can’t go wrong with seafood. Besides, this meal is free. Don’t you want to have a special dinner with me?”

“I guess. Maybe we can get it to go?” he half-kidded.

Daisy cut her eyes. This was a dream, her dream, and Pete always tried to talk her out of it. She wasn’t going to cave this time.

“A place like this don’t have no to-go bags,” Daisy mumbled. She swept the restaurant again. What if the restaurant had a hidden camera? She wished she had a chance to freshen up her lip-gloss or had chosen something cute to wear. Noticing his pout, she tried again to up sell his dinner choices.

“Babe, this stuff sounds good… wha-chu talkin about?” She put her menu in front of him. “Halibut with oyster mushroom and lemon butter sauce or a 28-ounce T-bone with sautéed mushrooms and roasted corn tomato salad. So what you in for, fish or steak tonight? Bet they do a steak better than Bubba does on the grill.”

“Ya think?”

“Mhmm.”

Pete sat back. Daisy dropped her head on his shoulder. “Aren’t you tired of living off ham and cheese? Let’s enjoy it. It’s our celebration dinner, the one we have before we get married. The last one we have as just Daisy Johnson and Pete Doyle.”

Pete’s head turned, and she was able to look up into the clear blue of his eyes. He leaned ...