I'd been going out with Cindy a few weeks now and our torrid affair was needing a break.
She had been spending too much time at my place. Various projects of my mine had basically been on hold, and I was running out of do-re-me.
She flipped when I asked her to stay home a few nights so I could get some work done. I thought that was a little strange.
I had been back on track and not seen her for about 2 weeks.
I get a phone call, she is practically in tears. I could not understand her.
I invited her over for dinner not sure if I was going to get laid or even wanting to start back up the whole thing again.
She came to the door and of course was dressed to kill or at least maim.
She was wearing a real slinky top with pants that looked like rayon or some synthetic. Her warmth against the fabric was sensuous.
We kissed a long hello as she grabbed at my crotch playfully.
Although it was tempting, I wasn't sure and pulled her hand back.
"Oh daddy don't ya wanna play with your little girl?" she whined.
Daddy? I was only eight years older than she was.
She started cooing " I'm your nasty little girl, I know you wanna to play."
Wow. This was weird. I had never seen her like this. I hoped she was not going Play Misty for Me.
"Well let's eat some dinner first, it's almost ready." I answered her ushering her into the dining room.
She had brought some wine and I gladly chugged the first glass. I was trying to finish up the dinner, the pasta water was boiling, and she kept after me. She would not keep her hands off of me, not that that was bad in any other circumstance, but I was trying to get the grub together.
Finally I said," Why don't you sit down and I'll bring the food over."
"Yes, sir." she said demurely.
I worked to get everything happening at the same time, turning around with two plates in my hand, there she was sitting at the table. She had taken her top off and was playing with her gorgeous tits.
" Like them?" she cocked her head side ways giving me a strange adoring look as she pinched her huge nipples.