Page 11 of Midlife Tiger’s Last Chance

Her blush turns bright red, and she says, “Watch it buster. Just because you’re buying me dinner doesn’t mean you’re getting in these panties.”

I laugh and say, “Well, you look sexy either way.”

She smiles and says, “Well, you look rather nice yourself, Mr. Businessman. Is that an Italian suit?”

“British,” I say. “I’ve always preferred the cut of British suits over Italian suits.”

“They definitely flatter your upper body,” she says.

“Watch it, missy,” I say, smiling, “Just because you’re wearing the dress I bought you doesn’t mean I’m letting you into my pants.”

“Hmm,” she says, “Doesn’t work when the guy does it.”

“Really?” I say, “Dammit, that was my only pickup line.”

She giggles and says, “Well, we can work on that.”

“I’ll bet you’re an excellent teacher,” I say.

“I haven’t had any complaints yet,” she replies.

Dinner continues with more of the same flirting and when I drop her off at her home later, I find I am far more disappointed than I expected. I really shouldn’t be. I didn’t intend the evening to end in sex and she made no promises of sex, so I don’t expect it but I discover I was hoping for it a little more than I probably should have.

I’m not the type of guy to ask for sex on the first date, so I only say “Minnie, I had a wonderful day with you. I hope to see you again soon.”

Before I turn to leave, she says, “Did you forget my kids aren’t home?”

I turn to her, and I can see through the dress that her nipples are hard as bullets. She notices my gaze and says, “Would you like to come inside?”