We get into my car and drive downtown to a place that knows more than rum and coke. I hold the door and guide her in with my hand on the small of her back, and she give me a look of surprise.
"What's the matter?"
"Nobody ever does that for me."
"You disapprove?"
"No. No, keep it up."
"You're strong and independent, so I wondered if you'd appreciate." She burns her eyes into mine.
"I am a woman."
"So I've noticed," glancing at her bust line again. After we get our drinks, I inquire,
"Guys don't hold doors for you on campus?"
"I told you, they're all so immature. And they're intimidated by intelligence. All of 'em."
"Whoa, slow down. Remember, that's my kind kinda, too. Besides, I like intelligent women."
"And they can't make a girl come if their lives depended on it." Damn near had my drink coming out of my nose with that one.
"Sorry, I'm speaking my mind again. Getting into trouble again."
"I thought we agreed; it's not a bad quality."
"But you're different."
"How do you know?"
"Well, maybe I don't." Then she leans in close, pressing her leg against mine
. "I haven't been to bed with you."
I'm glad I wasn't taking a drink that time.
"I think we should change the subject. So how'd you come by the name Toni?"
"My real name is Toni."
"Really?."
"My mom always said Toni means beautiful girl. Look at me. Am I beautiful?"
"Well, yes, actually."
"You're just trying to be sweet. But I'll let you."
"They always say that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,..."
"Gag me", she interrupts. I pull her chin so she's facing me, and now I burn my eyes into hers.
"And what I'm beholding at this moment..." A smile slowly reveals itself.
"Thank you. But I thought we'd changed the subject."
"You're turn to pick one."
"Okay. Outdoors. You said you like the outdoors."
"I do."
"You like hiking up in the mountains?"
"Love it."
"Want to go up on Sunday?"
"Uh, sure, we could do that. The weather's supposed to be great." We make our plans, and continue chatting, as we savor our drinks. She again laments about her lack of romance, which gets me talking up the problems in my marriage. I offer to drive her home. She accepts, saying I can't come up. She has roommates.
"Do you assume I'm going to take advantage of you?" She just smiles.
That night in bed, my wife is asleep at my side, and I can only think of Toni. And how amazing she looked in that tank top. My hand finds my dick. It's semi-hard, like it was back in the bar. This is crazy. I'm old enough to be her mother. But now this is just a harmless fantasy. So I'm caressing my dick while thinking about Toni. It's her hand, not mine. Her small fingers. Making it feel good. Making it harder. Her hand. Because mine are on her breasts. Kneading them. Tickling her nipples. She leans forward and I take those nipples into my mouth, while she lowers herself onto my throbbing dick. It slides in. Oh, Toni. You're so good. So good to me. I quietly slip out of bed and go to the bathroom, seeking release.
