*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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Aymee Winn sat in the foyer of Side By Side Steakhouse, waiting on Robert Richardson. His on-line profile had said he was a recently divorced father of twins, was a successful proprietor of an H & AC company and was tired of the bar scene, tired of game players.
"I'm just looking for that special someone," his profile had stated.
After a few exchanges back and forth, Robert suggested actually meeting for a nice, quiet, romantic dinner. It had been Robert that suggested the rather expensive steak restaurant; Aymee would have been happy with Manny's Mexican restaurant.
Arriving five minutes early, Aymee approached the hostess and asked if Robert Richardson had arrived yet. The hostess indicated there was no reservation for a Richardson.
Now, twenty minutes later, Aymee was wondering how long was appropriate to wait for a first date. She once again checked her cell phone but no new messages had arrived.
A somewhat older, handsome man entered and glanced around the small foyer. Aymee stood, smiling as the newcomer's eyes flickered to her. He was tall and his suit jacket made him look muscular. In his profile's picture, Robert had appeared to have dark hair but this handsome man had whitish blonde hair that was cut in a flat top style. His eyes were a startling green in color and his face was a strong, masculine face.
Aymee's smile faded as his eyes flickered past her. Nervously, she brushed her ankle length black hair back with her hand and sat down again.
Roger Leland approached the hostess and said, "Roger Leland? Um, table for two?"
"Yes sir; for seven? Your table's not quite ready just yet," the hostess smiled.
Aymee heard the man introduce himself as 'Roger Leland' and slumped slightly. Her almond eyes flickered to the heavy wooden door, willing it to open, ordering it to open and have Robert Richardson enter and apologize for being late, for making her wait.
"Excuse me?" Roger said to Aymee. "Hi; you are definitely not blonde with hazel eyes, but you wouldn't happen to be Cheryl Godchaux, would you?"
"No, no, afraid not," Aymee admitted, glancing up at the handsome man. "And you're not Robert Richardson, are you?"
"No, but right now? I wish I was," Roger smiled.
Aymee giggled. With a shrug and smile, Roger sat down across from Aymee. They both looked at the door when it opened. A couple in their mid-fifties entered and both Aymee and Roger slumped in their seats. The wife sat next to Roger while the husband checked on their reservations.
"Here sir; you and your date sit together," Roger told the husband, rising to his feet.
"Thank you," the wife said as Roger stood to the side.
"Seat right here," Aymee offered and Roger smiled and sat next to her.
"You ever eat here?" Roger asked, checking his cell phone for any messages that might have come in.
"No. You?" Aymee asked, checking her cell phone as well.
"No, but it really smells amazing, doesn't it?" Roger said.
"The on-line site? This one review says you just got to try their broccoli soufflé; I, I've never even heard of a broccoli soufflé," Aymee enthused.
"A...that, that does sound good," Roger smiled.
"Excuse me," Aymee said and got to her feet.
Aymee knew her red Barragona blouse with slash front and black and red plaid Barragona miniskirt was very attractive against her golden skin. She knew the AmandiVII black Mary Jane style platform shoes looked good with her black micro-fishnet stockings.
"Miss, hi, excuse me," Aymee said quietly to the hostess. "Where is the ladies' room, please?"
The hostess quietly gave Aymee the directions and called out for 'Bergeron, Bergeron, table for five.'
In the stall, Aymee shot Robert Richardson another text message. There was no response. He had not responded to her previous text message either. Washing her hands, Aymee decided to give up and go home. She had a few frozen meals at her apartment and even had a few bottles of rum.
While Aymee was in the restroom, Cheryl Godchaux had arrived. She apologized profusely for making Roger wait; her ex-boyfriend, the father of her baby boy had been late coming to pick up Chance.
"These things happen," Roger smiled. "I'm just relieved it wasn't anything real serious."
"And of course, stupid cell phone dies on me," Cheryl continued, smiling. "But, know what? Your profile? You need a better picture; your profile doesn't do you justice."
"I, I was just thinking the same thing," Roger smiled. "I mean, your profile? You look beautiful in your profile. But here? In the flesh, you are breath-taking."
"Hi, listen," Aymee said, entering the foyer. "I'm taking off; he's a no-show and..."
"Aw, are you sure?" Roger said. "Oh, hey, Aymee? This, this is Cheryl. Cheryl, this is Aymee; she was waiting on a date as well. Aymee works for the Surewill Group, you know, the people that make those sunglasses and..."
"And the Barragona dresses and, that, that's a Barragona top, isn't it? And those shoes; I know those have got to be Amandi, right?" Cheryl enthused.
While Cheryl and Aymee discussed the Surewill Group's fashion line for the upcoming summer, Roger quietly asked the hostess if he could add a third person to his reservation. The woman smiled and nodded.
"Be just a few more minutes," she agreed, looking toward the dining room.
When Roger returned, Aymee and Cheryl were looking at pictures of Chance Charles on Cheryl's phone. Both women looked up when Roger let them know their reservation for three would be ready in a few minutes. Aymee moved to stand.
"I, no, no, y'all are on a date; I'll just go on home," Aymee said.
"No, no, please come on with us," Cheryl begged, gripping Aymee's hand.
"Aymee, be a shame to come all the way out here and not have their broccoli soufflé," Roger suggested.
"Leland? Leland, table for three," the hostess called out, stilling Aymee's protests.
Roger had certainly enjoyed the sight of Aymee's compact backside as she'd walked away toward the hostess's station. Now, he enjoyed the sight of two lovely posteriors as Cheryl's floral print short sleeve dress hugged her backside and Aymee's skirt swished with each step.
"Paige will be your server tonight," the hostess said, placing the three leather bound menus onto the table.
Aymee saw that her menu did not have prices. Cheryl noticed this as well. Roger saw the prices and was glad he'd made a bonus last month for top sales at Boudreaux Ford. Paige Guidry approached the table and took their drink orders. With their consent, Roger ordered a bottle of red wine.
Paige Guidry was a beautiful brunette with an impressive chest. Roger resisted the urge to check out her buttocks as she walked away.
"I know, I know, go to a steak place, supposed to get steak, but..." Cheryl smiled.
She was an attractive twenty one year old woman, with waist length whitish blonde hair, bright hazel eyes and a narrow nose. Her pouting lips parted to reveal small white teeth and a soft pink tongue as she ran the tongue over her lips while she read the menu.
Her chest, Roger wasn't very good at judging bra sizes, but knew she had to be larger than his ex-wife Terri Leland, formerly Terri Langmeyer, even after Terri had manipulated him into buying her some new boobs. And on her five foot two inch frame, Cheryl's breasts looked quite impressive. And, even with her substantial attributes, Cheryl somehow had an innocent look about her.
"This, the parmesan jumbo shrimp?" Cheryl mused.
