“Well, her name’s Nevaeh, but you already know that. She’s almost in the third grade and she’s your typical girl,” Kimberly said.
God, I can’t get enough of her gorgeous, smooth voice. Her eyes are dark and mysterious; I could look into them forever.
“I bet she’s as beautiful as her mom—inside and out.”
“Thanks. She’s my pride and joy. I live for that little girl.”
The entire time we sat across the table from one another, I couldn’t help but inhale her sweet scent. She smelled delicious enough to eat. And by the judge of her sexy legs and plump ass, I could eat her all night long.
“Do you like the wine?”
“Yes, it’s excellent,” she said crossing her legs.
Damn, I’d love to have those legs wrapped around my neck! I began to wonder if she even knew what she was doing to me. My dick jerked as I thought about all the dirty things I wanted to do to her perfect little body.
“Do you know what you’d like to order?” I asked her.
“I don’t know,” she continued studying the menu. “What would you recommend?”
Hm. What would I recommend? Getting naked in my king size bed and climbing on top of you.
“The stuffed burritos are magnificent.”
“Is that what you’re going to get?” she asked me.
“Maybe. I can’t make up my mind between those or the chicken fajitas,” I answered.
I admired Kimberly’s radiant reflection in the glow of the candlelight that was emanating from the center of the table. I listened to Kimberly’s sweet voice as she talked about her daughter and described how they spent their time when she wasn’t working. I could listen to her forever. She appeared so bright—too intelligent to work fast food.
“How come you’re a waitress?” I asked her; it seemed to fit the conversation since she was talking about her days off.
“It’s not the best job in the world, but it allows me to work the hours that I need so I’m there for Nevaeh when she comes home from school. It also helps pays the bills.” She replied.
I marveled at how committed Kimberly was to her child, but I understood the position that she was in being a single mom.
“What do you like to do outside of work?” she asked.
“A little of this, a little of that. I like to play on the stock market and dabble in commercial property.”
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I began to feel uncomfortable; this was way out of my league. “What exactly does that mean?” I asked meekly.
“Basically, I buy, sell and trade them; they’ve made me a small fortune,” he smiled at me.
“Buy, sell and trade what?” I had no clue what he was talking about.
“Stocks and commercial properties. I’m all for turning a profit where ever I can.”
“What commercial properties do you own?” I asked as I nibbled at my entrée.
“I own South County Mall and the Oxford Apartments as well as the Fox Valley golf course. I also own a few other small commercial retail spaces, but they’re all back home.”
Dale did an outstanding job impressing me. I couldn’t believe I was having lunch with the man who owned one of the most prestigious living communities in the area as well as the busiest mall and an extravagant golf course.
“Back home?” I asked. “Where’s that?”
“I’m originally from San Diego, California. I moved to St. Louis about three years ago.” He explained, taking a bite of his chimichanga.
“Wow,” I emphasized as I drank my water. “You’re not from here? Why did you move here?”
“Business. I don’t like to purchase investments blindly. When I bought the gas company, I wanted to make sure it was a worthwhile investment. I wanted to visit the area, the commercial properties that surrounded the ones I intended to buy and get a feel for how much I could turn out to profit.” He took a drink, “I also needed a break from San Diego.”
I nodded, “I see.” It was obvious that this man carefully planned every detail of his life it seemed. I didn’t know where I'd be in ten years from now, but he certainly had a plan.
While the two of us got better acquainted over lunch, my phone went off with a text alert; it was Lorraine. I excused myself to the bathroom and left the table.
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As she walked away, I admired her long legs in her short skirt, which seemed to start at the floor and go all the way up to her neck. My eyes stared at her toned, round ass as it shifted while she walked across the restaurant. Biting my lip, my mind raced thinking of all the naughty things I’d like to do to her.