It was Valentine's Day and my girlfriend, Pamela, and I had arranged to go out for a nice romantic meal that evening. We had, luckily enough, managed to get a reservation at a local restaurant and so I arranged for a taxi to collect us from her house.
Pamela was three years younger than me, and last month we had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. I had bought her a diamond necklace and matching earrings, which she was now wearing. She looked gorgeous in her tight black dress covering her curvy body. Her shiny necklace was perfectly situated to show off her ample cleavage.
The taxi arrived and took us to our destination. We enjoyed our meal and afterwards we entered the bar area to have one last drink and to call a taxi. Pamela had arranged to stay at my house for a couple of days, as my parents were away for their annual vacation, and i had the idea of spending a couple of romantic days alone with her. But sometimes things do not always go as planned.
It took us a while to arrange a ride home, as most taxis were busy and it was getting late. Pamela was now getting annoyed, but eventually at almost midnight we stood outside and managed to get a taxi, or so we thought. We went to approach the taxi and was pushed aside by a group of people and we lost our ride home. Pamela was now so angry that she began to walk home. All I could do was follow her. It was a chilly night and we had drunk one wine too many at that point and my house was a few miles away.
We had walked a short distance and Pamela, was still angry. I wanted to go back to the restaurant to try to get another taxi, and also because it was cold, but before I could persuade my girlfriend to go back a car pulled up beside us.
The man, an older gentleman in his 40's, unwound his window and beckoned my girlfriend over to him. Within a few moments Pamela had opened the rear door and climbed into the back of the guy's car. I rushed forward as Pamela called me over and i proceeded to climb into the rear seat with her.
The man was a work friend of Pamela's father and, luckily for us, as he was passing by, he offered us a lift home. His name was Dave, and pamela had known him for a few years, so and I told him my address and we headed home.
On the way home he spoke to pamela as he drove, glancing now and again at her in the rear view mirror, and asked her how she was. she had now began to calm down and before long we were pulling up onto the driveway of my house.
I reached into my pocket to find some cash to give to Dave, for taking his time to get us home safely. As we got out of the car, Dave asked if he could use the toilet before he went home. We entered the house, with Dave following and I told him where the bathroom was. Pamela sat on the sofa and removed her high heels and I sat next to her.
I was feeling really tired by now, but pamela was feeling more relaxed and moved closer and began to kiss me. As we kissed I saw Dave, quietly standing just outside the sitting room doorway. He was going to say goodbye, and leave but I ignored him and carried on kissing Pamela. She had her back to him, but she knew he was standing there watching us, so she chose to ignore him too.