This is a story of love lost and found. How broken pieces of a person can make a inspiring image.
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"Meredith's about to be your stepmom." I teased Steven the entire ride to the restaurant.
"My dad's at least 15 years older than her." He huffed.
"So, you're nine years older than me. They're both old enough to make their own decisions." I took Steven's side eye as the cue to be quiet.
We drove to an open air restaurant that we love. It's nice to sit under the shade and watch beautiful weather.
"Where would you like to sit?" The hostess asked.
"A booth in the back." Steven replied. She walked us to a nice spot. I went to sit across from Steven, but he motioned for me to sit next to him. We both looked through the menu. I was open to trying something new, but Steven likes what he likes. He just pretends to look.
"What are you going to eat?" I asked Steven.
"You." He replied.
"I'm not on the menu."
The waitress came to our table. As soon as she began talking Steven's hand went under my dress. I crossed my legs, but his fingers were able to slide between my folds.
"I would like a medium steak. For my side, I'll take a baked potato, no green onions." Steven replied.
"For you ma'am." The waitress looked at me as I tried to form a sentence.
"Pasta Primavera. Thank you." I spoke as fast as I could with Steven's fingers going in and out of me. I attempted to scoot over but my husband's hand had the tightest grip on me.
"Okay, I'll be back with your food." The waitress responded. Once Steven's fingers caressed my clit, I fully opened my legs moaning into my hands.
"You have to stay quiet, sweet girl." Steven whispered in my ear. I couldn't respond without moaning so I nodded my head yes.
His fingers made my legs shake as I came over his hand. He brought his fingers to his mouth licking them. Then put them back under my dress. My nails went into his arm as his thumb circled my clit. "I wish I could taste everything in you."
The waitress returned and placed our food on the table.
"We're fine with our food, but we have to discuss a delicate matter. So we don't need anything else for now. I'll let you know if that changes." Steven said. I wish I could be that straightforward one day.
"Yes, sir." The waitress replied.
I watched as Steven cut his steak taking slow bites, then turned his fork, giving me a bite. "Come here." I sat on Steven's lap as he did one of his favorite pastimes which is taking care of me.
"He's so sweet." An older woman stated as she walked past us.
Steven covered his lap with my dress. I could feel him unzipping his pants.
