I got home, showered, and grabbed my best suit. I wore it at my graduation. I had not yet grown much so it fit nicely. I explained to my parents that I was likely going to get a promotion. Their advice was "go for broke. If you don't ask for it. You will never get it."
Before I knew it there was a knock at my door. 7:45pm. She was early.
My parents answered the door. Ms. Tuchson was dressed very nicely. A dark tan business suit with skirt and a red silk blouse. Neither too short nor too tight. She introduced herself to my parents, shook hands, and discussed our dinner plans.
My parents explained that I had intentions of law school, business school, and a master's degree. Ms. Tuchson listened intently and smiled. "With his good looks I could use him front and center. We will need to work on his public speaking skills. But yes, I think we can come to an understanding. We will not be out too late." Ms. Tuchson explained with a smile.
I looked at my father, he raised an eyebrow, my mother raised two eyebrows, and I knew this code all too well. "Be careful. She's a man eater."
I let Ms. Tuchson walk to her car first. A silver Porsche SUV. I opened her door, she got in with a smile, and I ran around to the passenger side. Climbing in and we were off. The SUV was fast. Much faster than I thought it would be.
We made it to dinner in seconds. Or at least it felt like it.
A very fancy restaurant with car attendants. I held Ms. Tuchson's hand as she climbed out, she stroked my chin gently and stated, "What a gentleman. I will get used to this." And handed her keys to the attendant.
Inside, we were seated in a very large C-shaped curved booth. 4 adults could easily fit. I made sure to sit at one end of the booth. Ms. Tuchson sat at the other. Much too far away for a conversation. The waiter took our orders for drinks, appetizers, and left.
Ms. Tuchson kept trying to talk with me, but I feigned being unable to hear her. She knew what I was doing. So, she slid closer. Still feigning my inability to hear her I patted the spot right next to me. She smiled wickedly, slid close, and her thigh was now in contact with mine. Her shoulder pressed against me.
'It's much too warm in here. Take off your coat.' I instructed. As the waiter arrived. If he was surprised to see Ms. Tuchson had changed her seating location, or that she was taking off her business coat in a very formal restaurant, he did not show it. He merely slid her silverware and drink over.
Ms. Tuchson looked at the waiter, stone cold eyes, and she slipped her coat off, setting it next to her.
'I like your blouse. Silk, is it?' I asked. Rubbing my fingers across her breasts.
Her work attire hid a very nice large set of DD tits. But this blouse. It held her tits up, her shoulders were exposed, and it tied behind her neck. Either she was not wearing a bra, or it was a strapless one.
We ate and discussed my options. I had many.
I placed my hand on Ms. Tuchson's thigh. She smiled, placed her hand on top, and slid it higher. Dinner arrived and we ate slowly. Telling stories about our personal lives, work, and school. She had indeed gone far in life. She was very educated and dedicated to her career. Two ex-husbands but no kids. I felt a bit like she had a thing for authority. But not quite sure. I decided to push her.
Dinner ended and dessert menus were handed out. I told the waiter we would need a moment and he walked away. Ms. Tuchson stated, "we need a minute? Hmm."
'You have two choices. Each will tell me something about you. Either go to the bathroom, remove your bra, panties, and pantyhose. Then return without them. Or remain here at the table. And take them off. Your decision will tell me a lot about you.' I stated.
"Well first off. I'm wearing a garter. Not pantyhose. I'm not an old lady. Second. I'm not wearing panties either. And thirdly. I only ever wear nipple covers." Ms. Tuchson stated. As she reached into her blouse, peeled off two small flesh-colored circles, and placed them on the table.
She looked at me, smiling, as she pulled my hand up her skirt. She spread her legs as my hand touched naked flesh. "See. I'm not lying." Ms. Tuchson stated.
'Show me your tits then.' I told her. Looking into her eyes.
Ms. Tuchson for the first time said, "No" as she shook her head slowly. Staring back into my eyes.
I pulled my hand from her wet pussy. I slid it in her blouse and grabbed her large firm tits. I pinched her thick nipple with my fingers as I saw her eyes close momentarily. She stopped breathing and clenched her thighs together.
I rolled her nipple in my fingers for a few seconds. It was about 1/2 inch long and thick. 'Nice' I whispered. As I pulled my hand from her blouse.
Ms. Tuchson regained her senses. She looked around nervously for the first time tonight.
The waiter returned so I could order for Ms. Tuchson.
'She needs 4 shots of bourbon and a large piece of chocolate cake.' I stated.
The waiter nodded and left.
"Do you think if you get me drunk you will get to fuck me?" Ms. Tuchson stated. Looking at my crotch.
'With. Or without the bourbon I am going to fuck you. I think you need it to relax. You have been very stuck up, rigid, and not nearly friendly enough.' I explained.
As soon as the bourbon hit the table Ms. Tuchson snatched it, turned it upside down, and gulped it down. She smiled at the waiter as he set down the cake. I took one fork, cut off a piece, and fed it to Ms. Tuchson. The piece of cake was very thick, chocolaty, and dense. I took only a bite or two. But Ms. Tuchson. She ate nearly half of it by herself before pleading with me to stop feeding her.