Dinner with Leigh was far from uneventful. Michael was completely distracted for most of the evening, his mind reeling from the sheer absurdity of being on a date with one woman, while her twenty-one year old daughter was lying in his bed waiting for him. He had never been in a situation even remotely similar. And he couldn't help but replay scenes from the blow job he had received, the nubile nymph first and foremost on his mind. Eager to get back to Kaylee, he laboured to focus on the woman across from him, with limited success. His reticence hadn't been lost on Leigh, and during dessert she brought it up.
"Michael, you've seemed distracted all evening. Is everything okay?"
He paused before replying, scrambling to come up with some plausible lie to explain his behaviour.
"Oh, it's nothing really, I was just thinking about us and our past."
"Mmm, I see. Happy thoughts perhaps?"
He chuckled, recalling for a moment some of the good times as well as the bad.
"A few," he said nonchalantly.
"Just a few?"
He smiled.
"Yeah, we had some fun I guess."
Leigh moved her hand across the table, resting it on his.
"I'd like to have a lot of fun tonight," she said quietly, squeezing his fingers as she spoke.
This was an unforeseen twist. Michael had been so preoccupied with her daughter that the thought of anything happening with Leigh had never crossed his mind. He supposed he should have anticipated it, but he was still surprised by her actions.
Peering across the table he saw her eyes fixed on his. For the first time that evening he found himself struck by her smouldering beauty. Her face had retained its splendour, large green eyes perched above incredible cheek bones, lips still luscious. Her ruby red hair was longer than it had been when they were dating, and wavier, flowing over her shoulders and down her back. She was absolutely stunning.
He could feel himself becoming aroused as he gazed at her, the combined effect of her touch, her words, and her sultry good looks getting the best of him. Under different circumstances he wouldn't hesitate to fuck her, but given the fact that her daughter had had her lips wrapped around his cock an hour or so earlier made that out of the question; at least that's what he tried to convince himself.
"Leigh, I don't know. With all of our past baggage, I don't think this is a good idea," he said, trying to find an excuse for not proceeding further.
"It wasn't all bad was it?" she said, squeezing his hand again. "I seem to remember we had some great times as well."
Michael couldn't deny the truth of what she was saying. Sure, their relationship had been rocky, and it didn't end on the greatest of terms, but the sex had been incredible. She was quite adventurous in bed, a fantastic lay, and now he had the chance to taste her charms again.
But what about her daughter? She was probably still waiting for him, and now he was going to do her mom? It seemed ludicrous. He tried to steer Leigh away from this notion, and himself as well.
"Yeah sure, it was great at times, but it was so long ago, and we fought a lot."
"I know. And I'm sorry about that, I really am. But I've changed, I'm not that bitch anymore."
"I don't know..."
"Look Michael. I'll be honest with you. I'm lonely. I haven't been with a man since my divorce."
He was shocked by the revelation. She had always been so sexual. It had been so much a part of her when they dated that he couldn't fathom her going two years without it. Leigh, aware of his surprised reaction, continued.
"I know right? Leigh Austin, super slut, not fucking a guy for that long? But it's true. It's just taken me a while to get over my breakup. And seeing you here, well that brought back a flood of memories, and for me all of the good ones. I just figured, since we're both not with anyone, well, why not?"
She looked at him affectionately, squeezing his hand a third time.
In a way she was both right and wrong. They were't there with a partner, that was true, but he had hooked up with her daughter barely more than an hour ago; didn't that mean that he was with someone now? What a fucking weird predicament this was, he thought. And at this moment he did want to fuck Leigh, god help him. He squeezed her hand in return, smiling warmly at her.
"How about we go back to your room?" she suggested.
"No!" Michael blurted out, far too vociferously.
"Jesus," Leigh remarked, taken aback by his response.
Michael, surprising even himself with his panicked reaction, quickly recovered.
"Sorry, it's just my room's a mess, shit everywhere, dirty clothes, you know. I'd die of embarrassment if you saw it."
Ironically the last sentence was true, if for a different reason.
"Fuck, okay, okay," she laughed. "We can go back to my room, I think Kaylee might be out."
They left the restaurant. On the way to Leigh's room Michael checked her out, impressed by how incredible her body still was. The strapless black dress she wore clung perfectly to her petite frame, the hem just above her knees, a modest slit exposing a small portion of her left thigh. Her legs were quite attractive, and her waist seemed not much larger than when they had dated all those years ago. The cut of her neckline showed off her breasts, still holding their shape nicely. A pair of sexy high heeled sandals complemented her ensemble, her tiny red toenails visible.
Arriving at her suite, Leigh called out tentatively as they entered, "Kaylee?"
The lights were off and there was no reply.
Thank god,
Michael almost said out loud, catching himself. Leigh flicked on the lights, turning to face him. She was radiant. She used to be a hottie in her younger days, but now she was an alluring, crimson haired stunner. He moved towards her.
"Here we are," she said, slipping off her sandals.
"Yes, here we are."
He kissed her, her lips parting, Michael's tongue sliding into her mouth. She replied in kind for a few seconds, then pulled away from him slightly.
"Huh, you're not as shy as I remember," she observed.
"No, I'm not," Michael replied, kissing her again, harder this time, grinding his body into hers.
