The third date is a milestone ... which is an old dating axiom.
Both Laura and I worked for the same concern but in different departments. I seldom interacted with her department until I was directed to contact it on at least a monthly basis. I called and set an appointment with my designated contact. When I arrived about 10 minutes early, I met Laura, the receptionist. I told her of my meeting, and she informed me that her boss was waiting for me in her office. She buzzed her boss and told her I was here a few minutes early.
As I was waiting, it was hard not to notice Laura. She was about 10 to 15 years younger them me and what a beauty she was. Laura was on the shorter side at about 5'-4" and 130 pounds or so. She had steel gray eyes with lime green eye shadow that matched her slightly fuzzy very form fitting knit top. Her breasts were quite large and very prominent. I guessed that she was wearing an extreme pushup bra. And, she had a killer smile!
Her boss finally buzzed her and instructed her to show me into the office. I had previously met Laura's boss on several occasions at staff meetings. We exchanged pleasantries and got down to business. I explained what was expected of me and suggested how her department might be able to help me achieve my objective. The meeting lasted no more than 30 minutes and I was on my way thanking Laura as I passed by her desk.
Once outside, I paused to get my breath. "Holy shit I muttered ... that woman was awe inspiring!" Laura, not her boss. I decided that her boss and I needed to meet at least twice a month. Not because I needed help from her boss, but solely because I wanted to lean over Laura's counter and drool on her as often as possible.
After about two months of meetings, I felt comfortable enough to stop at Laura's desk to say more than "hello, bye and thanks". I had noticed that she wasn't wearing either a wedding or engagement ring. I continued to notice that every time I came in, her eye shadow perfectly matched the top color she was wearing. I had also noticed her at the copy machine where her tight skirts showed off her wide hips and very firm round ass as well as her high heels. She only wore the highest of heels that made her height upwards of 5'-8". I also paid special attention to her unnatural flame red hair that was medium length, very soft looking and with an under curl that framed her beautiful round face.
On my way to my meeting with Laura's boss in our 3
rd
month of meetings, I decided I was going to say much more than just, hi and bye. I was going to ask her out, come what may.
As I promised myself, I stopped at her desk on my way out. I told her that I had noticed her son's photo on her desk credenza and complemented her on his good looks. It was obvious that he was in very good shape and half black. She thanked me very politely. Then, I did it. I asked if she might be free for a nice dinner during the coming weekend? Laura told me that she was hoping to not make the same mistake twice.
"What mistake?" I asked. She told me that she had dated a guy that had helped get her current job and it hadn't ended well. To set her at ease, I told Laura not to consider it a 'date'. I lied a bit when I said that. "I really just need some advice because her boss wasn't exactly very receptive to my proposals, and I was interested in getting her boss onto my side."
She lowered her voice and said ... "oh, can I ever give you an earful"!
"Is that a yes" I asked?
"Yes, it is, but call me tonight." She quickly wrote her name, address and phone number on a yellow sticker note along with her private email. "I need to make sure my kids are good with me going out this weekend."
"Where might you like to go" I asked?
"Call me tonight, we can talk then."
"I will," I said, "take care".
Off I went walking at least a couple of feet off the ground. I had a date with a lady I had been dreaming about for about 3 months. Laura had been the object of almost nightly wet dreams and numerous jack-off sessions over the last three months which I am sure she had not guessed. Maybe she actually had guessed?
I called her that evening and we had a pleasant conversation.
I asked her about the bad experience she had with the other guy at our workplace, and she told me "that was a discussion for a later date ... after many drinks".
We set our date for a restaurant of her choosing that I had suggested out of three possibilities. We went to dinner in Ontario, CA that was close to where she lived. Dinner was fabulous. She talked about her life, and I guessed that very few guys had ever had any interest in her life other than latching onto her magnificent tits.
I listened intently. After dinner, she asked if we "could have a quick drink in the restaurant bar".
"Of course," I immediately agreed.
When we had our drinks in hand, and she had taken a few sips, she told me of the guy she had been dating where we worked that had not gone well. He had been her boss in a different department. She wanted to move to the department where she was currently working. He told her that he could arrange it for a 'fee'. The fee was that she had to pose nude for him so that he could photograph her. This was obviously long before the idiotic woke philosophy we need to deal with today. She said that she was ashamed, but she took him up on his offer. She said that she did so because it would add fifty percent to her wages which she desperately needed. Then, she asked if I would take her home which I did.
When we got to her place, she asked if I thought she was a horrible person before we got out of the car.
I told her "NO!" In fact, I told her "it was a pretty hot story and that I understood that a single mom needed to do what needed to be done and that I thought it took courage to do what she did". The fact was, that I really thought it was very hot! I was secretly hoping she would share the photos with me some day if she had copies. Wisely, I didn't ask her if she had copies at that point.
At her doorstep, she told me that she "needed a friend and hoped I would be that friend."
I told her that I would and, hugged her and kissed her softly on the forehead.
I didn't want her as just a friend, I really wanted to fuck her and be her friend. She was very pleasant to talk with, funny and I wanted to be her 'friend with benefits' I told myself. Then, I thought, bide your time idiot.
She told me that she would like to go out with me the following weekend and to call her at least every other night.
"YES, I will!" I told her hoping I wasn't sounding too eager.
I did call her every other night. We talked for hours. I told her of my divorce and the fact that my ex-wife fucked around early in our marriage, and I actually learned to enjoy it. She told me of some of her sexual experiences and about both of her kids. One was in her early 20's and the son was 15. She also told me that she was finished with black guys because they treated her like shit.
There are two kinds of guys. Those that get off about their lady having sex with a black guy and those that don't like that idea. I'm the former. I had wet dreams and jack-off sessions thinking about her fucking black guys! Just the thought of a big black cock cumming in her mouth drove me over the edge. I sometimes came three times in a single day jacking off to that picture in my mind. I didn't tell her of the thoughts that I was enjoying at her expense.
Finally, we set our date for the following weekend. She wanted to go to dinner and then dancing at a local small country & western/50's rock and roll club close to where she lived. Dinner was great and dancing was even better. She had a few more drinks than on our first date and Laura really held me close for every slow dance. I am sure she could feel my cock pulsing against her belly as we danced. Her tits continued to drive me crazy! Every guy in the club could not take their eyes off her tits and every girl from what I could tell were making obvious snide remarks of jealousy. Laura was especially hot that evening! When I took her home, she and I kissed very passionately on her doorstep for what seemed like hours. I know in reality; it was for just a few minutes. Nonetheless, my underwear was soaked with precum.
Jacking off during the week to Laura was amazing. I seemed to be a bottomless pit of cum for her. I had two meetings with her boss that week and seeing Laura in the office was a joy. She was quite the lady for me, and she was beautiful in every way. By this time, we talked every night on the phone. She sent me a couple of photos of her dressed in a non-provocative way that showed her in her best light. Her best friend's husband had taken the photos and they were good, very good. Our date was set for Saturday again and she told me that her kids were away for the weekend with friends. I liked that hint.
For our third date, I had invited her to dinner in Palm Springs. I knew of a nice quiet restaurant that harkened back to the 1940's. It was small, dark and there was a guy that played piano and a lady that sang. She was a very tall and sultry singer that wandered throughout the restaurant as she sang. Laura asked me what the appropriate dress should be.
"For me or you?" I asked.
