Jason Nelson was not looking forward to another
boring business dinner the latest in a long line of such wasted evenings and at
35 years of age he was really looking for something more.
Something more than another fabulous
restaurant for another expensive meal or as they say another “dining
experience” at someone else’s expense.
He pulled up outside the latest restaurant,
this time The Runcible Spoon in Purplemere, a place of great renown.
But he still had a feeling of dread, despite the great venue, wonderful cuisine
and the great ambience it was just more boring business talk, more boring
company, basically more people who like him didn’t really want to be there.
But after the pre-dinner drinks, quelle
surprise, out of the blue and quite unexpected, une jeune fille, and how pretty
she was, la belle fille Florence Lafarge, the niece of the financial director
from the Paris office, with huge brown eyes and long dark hair.
“Quelle jolie fillee” Jason thought
“Do you mind if she joins us?” her father asked
As if they would mind, a bunch of boring business men having dinner or a bunch
of boring business men and a beautiful young woman.
No contest as far as Jason was concerned because he was besotted by the
beautiful creature.
When the waiter came, the American next to him ordered a steak, well done
“And for you monsieur?” he asked Jason
“I’ll take her, any way she comes” he said in his head but when he looked across
at Florence she was smiling as if she knew what impure thoughts filled his head
about a girl 12 years younger than him.
“I’ll have the same” he said ordering
something he didn’t want, to cover his embarrassment over his impure thoughts
about what he did want.
His thoughts extended to every aspect of
her, and what she would look like as he peeled through the layers
He wanted her to tantalise all his senses,
sight, sound, smell, touch and taste,
His sight had already been fed but he
wanted more, her sound was sweet and her accent seductive, her smell was exotic
and intoxicating, and touch had been restricted to a hand shake and taste was
yet unfulfilled.
But all through the meal knowing looks were
exchanged and every time their eyes met he felt like a schoolboy again, and
still he was convinced she could read his mind.
They laughed and joked and pretty much
ignored the rest of the table, but all too soon the evening was over and
everyone went their own way and Jason was deflated as he got into his taxi
until he reached his Hotel and standing outside his room was a smiling
Florence.
“How did you kno…” he began but she
silenced him with her mouth and once inside his room he watched as she
undressed for him peeling off the layers of silk, satin and lace, he smelt her
perfumed scented skin, he felt her electrifying touch on his skin and his
fingertips on hers, and then he tasted her like the fine delicacy that she was
and then he heard her sweet voice in glorious orgasm.
And all their appetites had been greedily satisfied
and then the gluttons slept off their overindulgence until next morning when
they breakfasted on each other.
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