A Dish Best Served Cold (part two) - Sex Stories

A Dish Best Served Cold (part two)

... life. We all have our secrets and sometimes we may not be completely truthful to spare someone's feelings but for the most part if you don't want an honest answer then don't ask me the question.

I put my hand on her thick thigh and squeezed lightly. A slight moan slipped from her lips as I said, where to, baby girl? She said, What? oh, maybe some window shopping and then something good to eat. Is that okay with you? Sounds good to me, just tell me where to go, it's your town.

We were soon in a downtown shopping area that was all locally owned shops and restaurants. We browsed and talked for a while. She found a pair of boots that she just loved and asked if I would buy them for her. I just smiled and told her that nothing in life is free, we can work it out in trade. She grinned a little and told me that she was more than willing to barter a little then, What do you have in mind? I looked her in the eyes and said, you have KIND lips. She asked, what do you mean? I said, the KIND I would like to see wrapped around my cock. She laughed and said she had never heard that before then said the boots were well worth that because she had planned on getting at least a taste of me tonight. I said, I like when you're honest with me too. Let's keep it this way, open and honest, no judgement. She agreed.

We dined at a small dimly lit place that was on a side street. We sat beside each other and talked quietly about different things and lightly touched each other's arms, hands ...

... and legs. Nothing overtly sexual to anyone looking but very sexually charged between us because we knew where it was going. I could tell Hanna was not at all used to this kind of situation. It seemed like she had never had romance in her life.

Why are you treating me this way? she asked. We both know we want this to be a sexual relationship but you're still acting like you need to try to get in my panties. Ever other guy I have been with would already have me in bed.

I smiled at her, kissed her lightly on the lips, I slipped my hand up her thigh and lightly ran my fingers across her wet, slick panty covered pussy. I wispered in her ear, I do this because I don't just want you to want to fuck, I want you to need to fuck. Your pussy is soaking wet, tell me you don't need me in you. That is what I like, I want you to need it.

The waitress was a couple of tables over and Hanna spoke loud enough for all the tables around us to hear. Miss, bring us the check please, I NEED to get him back to his hotel. I heard a couple of giggles and one older lady glared at me like I was a criminal. I just smiled at her and shrugged my shoulders. The girl knows what she wants, lady, and she's going to get it. I heard others around us laugh. I paid the bill and we left.

I opened her car door and as she slid in she pulled her dress up over her wide hips and called me a dirty old fuck as she sat down. When I got in the car she had one foot on the dash and the other propped on the shifter ...