Amy has been seeing me on the side for about a week or so now. I know one way or another, karma is going to come kick me in the ass, but until then I'll suck in my guilt and enjoy as much of it as I can. I finally asked her to dinner; ironic how Amy and I always have dessert first. Anyways, hopefully all goes well. I'm crossing my fingers.
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I can't wait until I could leave, I thought. I decided to stay a few hours later to finish preparing for the Collins case in the next week. The judge is probably the most narrow-minded, sexist pig that I had ever met. Joy for me! The time was cutting close; I decided to pack things up to finish at home. I had about an hour to get ready before I picked up Amy for dinner.
I hopped in the shower without checking my messages, they can wait. As relaxing streams flowed down my body, I was debating about what I would wear. Since I made reservations to a fairy isolated, yet romantic restaurant, I think black would be my best bet. I dried off, and put on my silky black dress. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Mmm...very different from what I wore to work. I don't think anyone has seen me outside of work before. Anyways, the dress has two slits down the sides almost up to my hips, practically showing my entire back, and just enough cleavage. I believe my dress should be called the Come Fuck Me Dress. Tee he. Just a little make-up, heels, and out the door I go.
I arrived at Amy's apartment a few minutes early. I climbed a flight of stairs, and rang the doorbell.
"Just a minute!" she shouted at the door. A few seconds later, she stepped out and took my breath away.
"You look absolutely beautiful," I said stunned by her beauty. She also wore a black dress, but she looked ten times better and sexier than me. Amy had her chocolate hair styled up, perfect make-up, and her dress was mid-thigh to show her creamy, sexy pair of legs. It's been three minutes, and I could already feel wetness in between my legs. Damn Amy, you're going to have me squirming in my seat all night, I thought.
"Thanks, you look nice too," she said and gave me a hello kiss.
We hopped in my midnight blue Benz, and we were off into the night.
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We glided through French doors of the restaurant, and were greeted by a smiling face of the hostess. We were seated in a secluded corner on the balcony. The night air was perfect for the humidity. The chairs were so nice and comfy; I think it made an imprint of my ass. Amy looked so flawless seating across from me; I think I might be falling real hard for her. I just soaked up her aura, and was interrupted by the waiter with our menus. Amy just looked at me and laughed.
"What would you lovely ladies be drinking tonight?" the waiter asked in an accent I couldn't make out.
"Wine would be perfect. I'll leave the recommendation up to you. A finer quality would be preferred. Thank you." I replied giving him a smile. He nodded and went off to retrieve our drinks.
"So what did you tell Rick you were doing tonight? I asked Amy.
