A Fun Date in a Chinese Restaurant……….Part 2

 

He turned and looked her square in the face. Her grin evaporated and was replaced by a very sultry smile... a smile born out of confidence in ones' own body. Amaka looked over his shoulder then brought her hands to her chest. She leaned forward and pulled the plunging neckline away from her impressive cleavage.

"Do you like what you see, Baby?"

What he saw was a beautiful black satin bra bordered with black lace struggling to contain her ample breasts. It was so easy to lose himself in his stare. She defined coolness by allowing him to admire her chest for as long as he chose to... which was a full minute – an eternity when considering the circumstances and environment.

He leaned back. She did too. He noticed that she was blushing. Both took a much needed sip from their glasses.

"Damn impressive, Woman. You should be very proud."

"Glad you approve, handsome, but I think we have company again..."

And they did. The waitress paraded to the table and was only too happy to discover what each would enjoy for the evening. But, ordering was a project. Appetizers were considered and main courses had to be selected. The menu was extensive but choices were made after some helpful suggestions by their host. Jumbo lump crab cocktails, unicorn fish and filets would be the winners tonight but as simple as this process should have been, his decisions took time since her hand under the table was a source of delicious distraction.

The waitress repeated the order and left with a suspicious grin.

"Ready for card number three?" And with that, he handed Amaka the next card.

She opened the enveloped, more pensively this time, and lingered reading it. She folded the note card closed and searched the room.

"There... over by the window. Do you see them? The couple – the guy's talking his head off and she's counting the seconds until her safety call rings on her phone..."

She was right. Over by the window there was a couple obviously on a first date. What most would refer to as a "Match.com" date.

"I see them... They're perfect... Go on, Babe..."

"Well, it's a first date. They met on-line of course. From the looks of it, they didn't email or talk on the phone much before agreeing to see each other. Look at him... if he isn't talking his head off he's shoveling food into his mouth. But look at her... She's miserable and do you see her hand at her side? She's waiting... Waiting for her girlfriend to call and pretend she's the daughter or friend who needs her right away!"

Again he turned to look. Amaka was right. The woman was holding a phone by her side. Good thing too since her date would surely chew her arm off should she make the mistake of getting it too close to his mouth.

She continued, "She's looking at him now. She actually had time to say something."

"He must have taken a breath"

Amaka laughed. "Oh yeah, I think he's breathing out of his ass! Now look! He's talking on his phone and she's texting someone!"

Again, Buchi strained to look. Not wanting to be too obvious, he caught a glimpse but couldn't help but to stare at the train wreck unfolding across the room.

"So, tell me what's going to happen? Does she bolt? Or does she jump him in the parking lot?"

"I picked them because it might just turn out that she just wants to get laid. Time will tell, but I'm thinking that if she doesn't bolt soon she may be in this for the long haul - or at least until she can sneak out after popping his cork."

"Really... You think so?"

"You men really have no idea. You're not the only ones who will suffer through a bad date just to get your rocks off!"

"Well, I've learned something new today. Tell me more..."

Before she could continue two jumbo lump crabmeat appetizers were brought to the table. After the cocktail sauce was prepared, she continued with her story. "The way I see it, she'll follow him home, or to a hotel. There's no way she'll let that creep anywhere near her door. Once inside his place she'll pounce on him before he can do anything to drag the night on any longer than needed. What she wants is a good fuck or a great lick... God, she'll hate herself if he blows his load too early!"

"Damn!"

"It gets better... She's already figured out how not to go down on him... unless it turns her on. But once she crosses the finish line she'll do whatever needed to get the bastard off so she can slip the panties back on and get the hell out of Dodge."

"Brilliant!"

The crab was devoured and more drinks were served. She continued her story about the couple at the window but he noticed on several occasions that she would glance at the card stack. Soon the plates were cleared and the salads were served. The interruption what just what they needed to bring their attention back to matters at hand...

He handed her the card this time. "One more for you..."

To be continued………