I went about my business the next day, finishing the evening with a call to Alex. She was booked for the evening, but had a few minutes between calls to chat. She was blown away by Simone's call to me, and acknowledged that Simone would make one hot phone sex provider, given her now obvious talent for it.
In my last email check before bed, I received an email from Simone, inviting me to her place the next evening for dinner. Her roommate would be out, and she wanted to cook me dinner. Maintaining my avowed virtue, I declined the invite to her apartment, but agreed to meet her for dinner at a restaurant.
But it was not to be. Simone played a trump card, calling in Rita. Rita called me at work the next day, telling me how disappointed Simone was that I wouldn't allow her to make me supper. Simone had told Rita how helpful and supportive I was being, and as she was still in school, she couldn't afford to buy a nice dinner out, and this was her way of repaying me. At least according to what Simone had told Rita. Still intending to be virtuous, I reluctantly agreed. Surely, I could keep my cock inside my pants for one evening. I emailed Simone, accepting the invite and chiding her for bringing out the big guns to convince me. I received a smiley face in return.
I showed up at 6:30 with a bottle of wine, wearing my usual Dockers and shirt wardrobe. Simone buzzed me in, and I found the door to her apartment slightly open when I got to her pad on the second floor. I could hear Moody Blues playing in the background. Rita had obviously told Simone a lot about us, as Rita and I had gone to one Moody Blues concert together. We had gotten ripped that night at the concert, had flirted with each other, and did some heavy kissing on the way back to Rita's flat. I was too stoned to drive home, so I crashed on her couch. We said our good nights and Rita had gone into her room while I curled up on the couch. That was the night Rita and I had masturbated separately in her apartment. We both knew it, but had never really talked about it or done anything more ever since.
I wondered how much Rita had told Simone. I walked in, and was greeted by delightful odors emanating from the kitchen. I closed the door behind me and announced my presence. Simone came out of the kitchen. In two steps, she had her arms around me for a hug, close but not inappropriate for an uncle and niece, but not before I noticed that she had on an apron, high heels and stocking or pantyhose. The apron came up to her neck, so I had no clue what she had on underneath. She had her hair tied back in a bun, but had spent some time putting on make up, and a very delightful perfume.
She graciously took the wine, and offered me an already rolled joint as she headed back into the kitchen to open the wine. The rear view was more informative, revealing the back of a tight fitting maroon dress completely covering her back and accenting her tight well shaped ass. The dress ended about mid thigh, tight enough to reveal that she was wearing stocking as I could see the telltale indicator of a garter snap. My cock stirred uncontrollably, but I willed it back to sleep. She informed me from the kitchen that dinner would be ready in about ten minutes, and to make myself comfortable
I plopped myself into the chair and lit the joint, taking a long toke. Simone returned with a glass of wine for me, and took a deep drag on the joint. She was bubbling and giggly, talking all the while about her day at school. She informed me that I should finish the joint, as she had already shared a couple of joints with her roommate before she had left on her date. I did so as she returned to the kitchen to finish the meal.
I could feel the joint starting to hit, when Simone announced dinner was ready. She put everything on the table, and excused herself, going into her bedroom. I sat down at the table and admired her effort. Although the plates, silverware, and serving platters were Value Village specials, she had done an elegant job of displaying the meal. Small salads of lettuce, tomato, bleu cheese and chopped pecans sat next to plates holding salmon filets covered with a delicate sauce, accented by asparagus spears and cheese topped double baked potatoes. Fresh sourdough bread contributed to the fragrant smells of the meal. A Chardonnay completed the presentation.
I couldn't hold my wolf whistle back when Simone reentered the room. Having doffed her apron, the front of her dress was now revealed. She had undone her hair and it now flowed about her beautiful face. The dress was as tight in front as it was in back. The neckline was tight around her neck, obviously clasped at the front. It was completely open down the middle fully displaying the valley between her breasts, and her upper abdomen all the way to her belly button. A single diamond hung teasingly between her 36C breasts. Her breasts did not sag at all, standing out firmly against the silk of her dress with the buds of her nipples making their presence known pressing through the fabric. My eyes lingered on her breasts longer than appropriate, but Simone just smiled. I finished my appraisal of her by noting that the dress was slit below the crotch as well, with the slit start just fractions of an inch below the crotch. As she walked the dress parted revealing her naked thighs above the tops of her stockings.
"You like?"
"It's very nice," I answered. "Very sexy."
"Yeah. My last boyfriend bought it for me. But we broke up, because I refused to wear it out to dinner with him. I was too nervous to be seen as such a sexy person. I thought it made me look like a hussy or a slut."
"Hussy and slut don't fit, but you certainly are sexy as hell. You would certainly draw the attention of most men, and probably quite a few women with that on."
She joined me at the table. The meal was delicious, better than many I'd had at five star restaurants. We chitchatted about school, the Seahawks, my work, and family through the meal. Dinner was topped off with homemade Key Lime Pie. We finished the wine and another joint while we enjoyed our dessert.
After an appropriate amount of post-dinner small talk, I thanked her for dinner, and announced my intention to return home. She demanded that I stay and chat, smiling all the time. How was I supposed to fight such a beguiling creature? I helped her with the dishes, and then we returned to the living room. We sat together on the couch, much closer than necessary. Every move she made caused the front of her dress to peek open, teasing me with views of the inside slopes of her well shaped breasts. The skin was smooth and unblemished, and I was jealous of the diamond caressing her breasts as it caressed her skin.
After a few more minutes of chitchat, the effects of the latest joint hit, and we were both laughing and giggling. It wasn't until then that she mentioned our last phone call. "I hope you enjoyed our call the other night. I certainly did, although I didn't get much sleep. I was so horny, and my pussy was so wet. I must have masturbated two or three more times after we hung up."
I responded, my virtue still in charge. "Well, yes, I absolutely enjoyed it. But, I have to tell you that we can't continue. I'll help you like I promised, but we have to keep the relationship platonic."
Her unhappiness showed up as an amazingly cute and sexy pout, as she responded, "No, you don't mean that. You enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. Who gets hurt? And I need access to your fertile brain for hot male fantasies. Who else is going to educate me on the dirtiest of men's sexual fantasies?" She turned to face me as she finished her question, causing her dress to open even more, allowing my eyes a teasing view of her nipple peeking out from behind the fabric. She laid her hand on my knee and slowly slid it up till it covered my crotch. "And, I'm not letting you leave tonight until I watch you come."
"What?" I exclaimed, pushing her hand from my crotch and my hardening dick. "I'm not sure that is such a good idea. And if you want to get ideas on men's fantasies, all you have to do is watch a few good porno movies or go on the internet." I was confident that my answers would quell her desires.
"Oh, I've been doing that for awhile. But, I want a real male's take on these things, and you're the one to help me. Remember, you promised Mom."
"I didn't promise her that I would have phone sex with you, much less having an orgasm in your presence. I'm not sure she'd like that."
"Is that what's stopping you? You're worried about what Mom would say? Let me fix that." Simone fetched her phone from the table and plopped down next to me, even closer than before. She dialed the phone, and I could hear Rita answer on the other end. "Hi, Mom," Simone started. "Bob's here with me, and he feels it would be inappropriate for us to continue what we started the other night on the phone. He's convinced you would not approve. Would you please tell him the truth?" After a couple more seconds, Simone handed me the phone.
"Hello?" I said suspiciously.