The Party Gift - Ch. 4 - Sex Stories

The Party Gift - Ch. 4

... cry! After lunch, we went and saw a 1:00pm showing of Oz the Great and Powerful. Well, I don’t know if you could really call what we did as seeing the movie. I mean, Deanna bought tickets and we took our seats in the theater, but I don’t think either of us actually saw a single frame of the movie for we were far too preoccupied with each other. As it was a Matinée showing on a Tuesday, we pretty much had the theater all to ourselves; and thankfully so, because our orgasmic moans got a little loud at times. After the movie, we drove over to the Village of Rochester Hills and just went wandering hand in hand amongst all the stores, shops, bars and restaurants. The day was just so gorgeous for early March. As promised, Deanna bought me a precious lake blue colored strapless summer dress that smocked at the bust and fell into a ruffled hem to the middle of my calves and a pair of white sandals to match. Emerging from the dressing room, Deanna’s eyes locked on me with a gaze of pure lust and I had truly never felt sexier in my life. Stuffing my sweat suit and pumps into the shopping bag, I took Deanna’s hand and we headed to dinner; a charming, and dare I say, very romantic little Italian restaurant across the courtyard of the village. I don't think anyone could have possibly asked for a more perfect dinner. Deanna and I were seated at a small table in a dimly lit corner of the dining room with soft, romantic music drifting through the overhead speakers. The food was nothing ...

... short of heavenly while Deanna ordered us a bottle of Chianti to accompany it. We then shared a sinfully delicious Tiramisu for dessert and Deanna ordered us each a glass of Chambord to go with it. Needless to say, both of us were feeling really good by the time we were ready to leave and Deanna wasn't the least bit bashful about sliding her arm possessively around my waist as she led me out of the restaurant and into the unseasonably warm evening air. We made our way to a Starbucks and each ordered a cinnamon latte. As Deanna was paying, my phone rang; and my stomach immediately leapt into my throat. It was the Volkswagen dealership where my 2002 VW Beetle was being held hostage so to speak. With a pounding heart, I answered. Deanna had paid cash and dumped all the change in the tip box. Turning to me with a latte in each hand, her radiant smile instantly faded when she saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. My body was trembling, my hands were shaking and I was biting my lip as my brief phone conversation ended and I dropped my phone on the counter. “Baby what’s wrong?” Deanna asked with a hint of panic in her voice. “That was the Volkswagen dealership,” I stammered. “My car is ready.” “That’s all?” Deanna asked with tremendous relief. “Then honey, why are you crying?” “Because the final bill is over nine hundred dollars,” I told her. “They had originally quoted me six hundred.” “And they didn’t warn you in advance of the cost difference?” “It doesn’t matter,” I told her. “I ...