bordering on obsessed with her before, now it’s on a whole different level. I can’t even take a damned shower without getting a hard-on just thinking about our kisses.
I know she keeps pushing me away because she’s unsure of me. Maybe because she’s so much younger than me and wants to keep it professional. But if we don’t have each other, it’s going to drive us both crazy.
But for the past two days, just like I promised her, I kept my distance. I’m giving her time to think. Time to work. We have the whole weekend to look forward to if that’s how our night together plays out.
I’ve already sent her an email with a reminder of the time and a link to the restaurant we are going to. I figure any woman would want to be prepared for the occasion and venue and dress accordingly.
I decide to take the Cadillac tonight, and I sense a skip in my step as I walk over to it. I’m in a suit. I want to impress her. I can’t remember the last time I was this anxious about impressing a girl.
I have directions to her apartment building and I get there just in time and park outside. I’m about to step out of the car so I can go up to her apartment but she sends me a text saying she’ll be down in a few minutes.
The closer it gets to the moment that I’ll be seeing her again, the more anxious I’m getting. I don’t know what is happening to me. I feel like a pimply nerdy teenager waiting to take a hot cheerleader to prom. Why has she even agreed to go out with me?
I do a double-take when I finally see her stepping out of her building. I have to remind myself to open the door and step outside the car too. I can’t take my eyes off her. I can’t believe how beautiful she looks.
Ella is in a rich green dress that hits mid-calves. It has a narrow waist and a sexy off-shoulder neckline. Her breasts look heavy in that dress, even heavier than usual, and it feels like she’s purposely chosen this outfit to make my cock stir. She’s straightened her hair, but it’s still that shining bronze color. She has no jewelry, just smoky eyes and beige pumps.
She looks like a woman any man would be lucky to have on his arm, and I am that lucky bastard tonight.
We spoke about Europe in the car on the way over here and now she’s sitting across from me at the restaurant, and I want to tell her she looks like a million dollars. Even more. Ella is priceless, and this is the first time I have considered the possibility that it may be more than just sex I want from her.
There is an ease and comfort in our conversations. We both make each other laugh. I can’t take my eyes off her and not only because she’s wearing this irresistible dress, but because I don’t want to miss a moment of her.
“Yeah, I wish I had the opportunity to travel like that too, live in hostels and with nothing but a backpack to account for,” I say. Ella is smiling, and she takes a sip of her sparkling water.
“Why don’t you? I’m sure you can if you want to, right? Just pick up and go?”
She’s right, so I nod. But I don’t know what is holding me back.
“Maybe I’ve missed my opportunity. I think I’m too old for that.”
She laughs at that and shakes her head.
“You’re not too old for anything,” she says.
“Somethings I am too old for. Trust me. You wouldn’t be able to drag me to a nightclub now no matter what you bribed me with.”
“I’m not a big fan of nightclubs either. I don’t think it’s an age thing,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“It’s the noise. It’s all pure noise.”
“And everyone is just drunk and sweaty and way more talkative than they would be in real life,” she adds.
Our food arrives and we’re both beaming at each other. The night is going well. Much like the first time we met when everything was perfect. I can’t help but think about what the rest of my nights with her would look like if we take this any further.
Ella tastes her escargot and nods.
“Reminds me of Paris,” she says with a pleased smile.
“Yeah, this place is probably the most authentic French restaurant in the city.”