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You Don't Really Do Sexy
Starring Annie Hathaway
codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Cheat
Everyone around the table was laughing at the story I told about embarrassing myself in front of a sexy date. We were several bottles of wine into the night, and everyone was winding down before heading home. I was a little nervous at the start of the night; being the only single person there but everyone else made me feel at ease. Luckily, I was opposite Annie for most of it, and getting to look at the most beautiful person there for most of the night was a massive plus.
"That must have been embarrassing," Annie said as she reached for her coat. "Adam was always nervous when I turned up to our dates looking sexy."
"Well, not to sound offensive," I said, making the other three people at the table take a sharp breath. "You don't really do sexy."
"What do you mean?" She asked as she turned her head on an angle.
"Don't get me wrong, you're gorgeous, and we've seen you look pretty and cute."
"And the girls." The guy next to me added.
"And the girls. But I don't think we've ever seen you look sexy."
"Huh," Annie said, listening to me. "Luckily for you, my husband is calling me to go, but this isn't over."
Annie smiled before giving me a playful punch in the shoulder as she walked past me. We probably wouldn't be called friends, but we ran in the same circles and knew each other slightly. However, that comment could have gone wrong, but she seemed to play it like a joke.
The night ended quietly after Annie had left, and I returned home to my apartment as I expected to, alone. It wasn't too much of an issue for me as I had a date lined up for the next week. My plan until then was to work, exercise, and relax with a little bit of shopping.
****
Four days after the party, I was shopping for some clothes when my phone began to ring. It wasn't a saved number, so I almost ignored it, but something in the back of my mind told me to answer it.
"Ben, it's Annie. How are you?"
"I'm good, thanks, Annie. Just off doing a little bit of shopping."
"Oooh, anything nice?"
"Just some clothes, got a date next week and need to freshen up the wardrobe a little bit."
"A date? Nice. Get some boxer briefs. She'll appreciate them, and they always make it look bigger."
I felt this was a bit of a weird comment as we didn't know each other too well.
"Um... thanks. What can I help you with?"
"Well... look, I feel weird saying this but remember your comment at the end of the party a couple of nights ago?"
"Which one? About seeing the girls?"
"Oh no, everyone's seen my boobs. It's fine. The one about me not being sexy."
"I'm sorry about that. I'm not saying you can't be, just that we've not seen it."
"You don't have to apologise," Annie replied. "I'm not offended at all. I just feel I have to prove it."
"Prove it? To me?"
"No, more to myself. Meet me at Jardin Fleuri tonight at 9."
"Okay. I'll see you tonight." I replied, wondering if I'd just agreed to a date with a married woman.
****
I arrived at the French restaurant at about five past nine, and the maitre d'hotel showed me to the table. I looked around as we walked to the table, and the place looked upmarket but not completely fine dining. There was a bit of an edge to the place that I couldn't quite put my finger on. I wasn't over or underdressed for the place either, which was a pleasant surprise; my combination of cream chinos and purple shirt seemed to fit in with those around me.
I sat down at the table and perused the menu while waiting for Annie. I had expected her to be slightly late, which is why I left it until five past to arrive. The waitress started to make her way over the table when my phone vibrated with a text message. I looked at it to see it was Annie, I saved her number after the earlier call, and I expected her to cancel the dinner.
'I'm running late due to traffic. Can you order us a bottle of red, please?'
Before explaining that I knew nothing about wine, I showed the waitress and asked her to bring whatever was best. I waited on my own for several minutes before I saw Annie arrive. I was about to wave when she turned around, and I got to see how she was dressed. The actress walked over in a tight pair of black trousers and a black suit jacket, no bra or shirt underneath. Her cleavage was on full display and highlighted by a red tie. She smiled at my shocked face as she got to the table, the wine arriving seconds before, so the waitress poured two glasses before rushing away quickly.
"Nice to see you arrived early," Annie said as I stood up,
I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, a friendly gesture between friends, but it felt like she hovered there slightly. I noticed that she wore barely any makeup. Her face was naturally pale with only a small amount of blusher and a bright red lipstick that seemed to match her tie. I pulled out her chair as a gentleman does, and Annie took a seat. It was also a cheap excuse to check out her ass as the trousers clung tightly to her curves. I moved across to my chair, and the brunette was already taking a sip of the red while looking over the menu in front of her.
"You look amazing."
"Thank you, I was dressing to impress. Adam was out of town, so I didn't need to explain why I'm dressed like this. Or why I needed some Dutch courage before coming out."
"Dutch courage?" I asked as I'd not heard the phrase before.
"I needed a drink before coming out like this. You may drop your eyes," she said with a giggle.
I looked down at her boobs as she gave permission and checked them out. They were big and looked great in the films but looked better in real life. They seemed to be flowing freely but held their place quite well; there didn't seem to be much drooping despite her being in her late 30's. I looked up at her and smiled to see the actress giggle.
"That is very brave, gotta hand it to you. God forbid a nipple popping out."
"Oh please, like I would risk it in public," Annie said before sneakily sliding the jacket to the side to show one of her breasts covered with a sparkly nipple pastie. "If this was a private dinner, maybe I'd risk it considering the company but not out in public like this."
"Considering the company?" I asked before drinking some of the wine, my nerves increasing.
"Well," she said before sipping her wine. "It's no secret you're easy on the eye Ben. It's a wonder you're single."
"I just don't think I've found the right woman."
"Or you've found too many. I spoke to Christine last night about you. It was part of the reason why I called."
"Christine? I never went on a date with Christine,"
"No, she said you were only compatible sexually. Maybe that's the problem."
"Sexual compatibility is a problem? I thought that would help with a relationship considering how much a couple should be fucking."
"Of course, but maybe some girls just want to go for dinner with you because they just want you for your dick," Annie said with a smile just as the waitress arrived, so I couldn't enquire more.