“But not a whole lunch. Why don’t we split the bill?”
“Nope, this one is on me. I’m not destitute, Rob. Besides, I feel bad taking advantage of your company’s generosity. I’m used to paying my own way, so let me do it.”
“Fine. Have it your way. Thanks for lunch.”
She smiled at his concession as the waitress returned to take her money.
“What’s next?”
“Wanna go to the movies?” he asked. “There’s a theater at the end of the block. It’s probably just about time for the matinee to start showing.”
“That sounds like fun. I wonder what’s playing.”
“Unfortunately, this weekend it’s bound to be a romantic comedy.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I’m a horror man myself.”
“Eww. All that blood and guts stuff gives me nightmares. Give me a good old fashioned love story any day.”
“Well, come on, Margaret, odds are good that the theater will be catering to your tastes this weekend in honor of Summer Fling.”
Six
Three hours later, Rob and Meg returned to the hotel arguing about the plot of the movie. “That kind of stuff never happens,” Rob insisted.
“Bullshit. Of course it does.”
“Meg,” Rob continued. “There is no such thing as love at first sight.”
“I believe there is.”
“What you think is love is actually lust.”
“What?”
“Lust at first sight makes more sense. Two people see each other and feel a mutual attraction.”
“Like us?” She nipped at his chin with a small love bite.
“Just like us.”
“And the love part comes in where?” She was intrigued by his strong feelings on the subject.
“Later. To say you love someone based on merely his or her looks is shallow. For real love to happen, you need to talk to the person, get to know them.”
“I see.” She ran her hands under his shirt to tease his hard nipples. “Just for the record, I must be as shallow as they come because I love how you look.”
“Something we have in common then because I think you’re completely hot. What do you say we indulge in a little bit more of that lust at first sight?”
Rob gripped her ass, rubbing her against his lower body. Spending two hours in a darkened theater without touching her had been sheer torture. If the place hadn’t been so crowded due to the lack of outdoor entertainment, Rob would have pulled her across his lap and had his way with her right there. He could barely recall any of the movie, his thoughts had been so centered on the woman sitting next to him.
Now, he intended to make up for lost time.
“Meg,” he whispered into her ear, teasing the lobe with his tongue.
He rejoiced when she wrapped her arms around his waist, rasping his neck with her own tongue.
“Yes?”
Pushing her gently away, he took a step back eager to expand on their bedroom play.
“Take off your clothes for me.” His voice was rough with the need to see all of her.
Her hands slowly dragged her shirt over her head, leaving her clad in a lacy pink bra that showcased her very generous cleavage. Once she’d disposed of the shirt, she unhooked her pants, pushing them off her hips with a sexy sway that had Rob’s cock rising further.
With Meg clad only in her panties and bra, Rob struggled to calm his breathing, desperate to remain in control. He knew how he wanted this to play out, but it would require patience on his part.
“Take off your panties,” he said, “but leave on your bra.”
She seemed surprised he wasn’t touching her, but she obeyed his request. Kicking off her panties, she was uncertain what to do with her hands.
“Touch yourself.”
Meg frowned. “What?”
“Go sit in that chair.” He pointed to the comfortable armchair to his right. “And touch yourself. I want to watch you masturbate.”
“Rob—” She started to refuse, but Rob halted her words with a raised hand.
“Do it now,” he said firmly. “Please.”
She walked to the chair and lowered herself onto it. Spreading her legs, she waited until Rob crossed the room to sit on the couch opposite her. Without hesitation, she drew her hand down to her pussy. Rob was spellbound by the beauty of her actions. Rubbing her clit lightly with one hand, the other drifted down to her drenched opening. One of her fingers, then two, disappeared inside. Rob heard her panting breaths. His watching was turning her on.
Slowly, he stood, taking off his own bothersome shorts. Grasping his erection in his hand, he began to stroke himself, mimicking the rhythm of her fingers. She moaned softly and he sensed she was getting close to her climax. Originally, he had planned for them to watch each other to the end, but the idea of not feeling the clenching of her inner muscles around his hard cock was too much for him to bear.
“Stop.” He crossed the room to her, grabbing her wrists and pulling them away.
She cried out her frustration, fighting to reclaim her hands.