Meeting James - Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Meeting James - Chapter Two

... good because he’s acting like a real asshole this evening.” James’ jaw dropped open. I stood up, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” I said, without looking at him. Almost in tears, I turned and walked towards the front door. I was tempted to walk out, but then thought better of it. I needed to calm down. I saw the sign for the restroom and opened the door and walked in. I scanned the row of stalls and headed towards the last one, noticing it was larger, for women in wheelchairs. I opened the stall door, quickly locked it behind me and sat down on the toilet. It took everything in my power not to cry. What was I doing here? I took stock of my situation. It was Saturday night, and I should be in a club drinking, dancing and having fun. Instead, I’m in a stuffy Italian restaurant in Summerlin, surrounded by two-hundred old people, and getting yelled at by a man I barely knew. This is stupid, I thought to myself. I unzipped my purse and began digging around in the clutter looking for my cell phone to call a cab. Just as I found it and pulled it out of my purse, I heard a knock on the stall door. “Are you ok?” I recognized the voice, it was Gianna. I opened the door and she stepped inside with me and closed it behind her. “I heard everything and I just wanted to check and make sure that you were alright,” she said softly, her tone barely above a whisper, even though we were the only ones in the restroom. “I’m fine,” I said softly, looking down, embarrassed that ...

... she had overheard the argument between James and I. She smiled at me and said, “Older men can be just as big of a pain in the ass as younger ones.” We burst into laughter together and she gently touched my arm. I looked into her eyes and felt the sexual tension between us. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine as we kissed passionately. I heard her heavy breathing as I pressed my body to hers, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. We slowly broke the kiss and leaned back away from each other. Our eyes were still closed, both of us enjoying the erotic embrace. Moments later, we opened our eyes simultaneously and smiled at each other, neither of us wanting to break the romantic mood by speaking. After a few seconds she spoke, “I need to get back out to the floor before they send a search party out after me,” she said, looking into my eyes and tenderly smiling at me. “As much as I’d like to stay in here and make out with you all night, I can’t afford to lose this job.” God, she had the most beautiful, big brown eyes I had ever seen. I felt myself instantly smitten with her. “Don’t worry,” I said. “You won’t lose your job. I’m fucking your boss’s boss.” We both burst out into laughter like school girls. She reached down and grabbed my cell phone out of my hand. She pressed a few digits, and then handed it back to me. “Now you have my number, and you had damn well better use it,” she said, smiling brightly at me before giving me one last hot kiss on the mouth. She took my ...