1. Saturday Night Out


    Date: 4/25/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: horny fox, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    want and I'm not shy about it." My voice is calm and barely holds any inflection other than cynicism. I lean back, lifting a finger to gesture to someone outside the curtains, draping my other arm across the back of the curved booth. " That dress you're wearing, it was made especially for you. As strange as my measurement requests might have been, you gave them to me. Most don't. When I requested you wear it, here, I didn't expect to find anyone here. You're the first one to come full circle. Think of the process as a filter." I smirk and look over to the woman standing with an attentive expression. " She'll have another martini, and I'll have my usual." I looked back at Giada, " I'd have ordered a different drink for you, but I don't want you mixing your alcohol." Giada blinks. I smile, leaning forward to place my elbows on the table, " I'm quite pleased you did show up, Giada." She blushed looking down to her hands, picking at her nails nervously. " I almost didn't." " I know." She looks up and met my intense gaze. She reminded herself to take deep, steadying breaths. Giada still can't believe she is here, meeting me again. Perhaps it is because I'd turned out to be far more than she had expected and even dreamed about. She hadn't known me very long...only as an investor in her Las Vegas restaurant and having had two sexual trysts with me, it had all remained a mystery. " I like what you've done with your hair." I murmur leaning back again as the drinks arrived. I didn't ...
    say a single word to the waitress who disappeared just as silently. Giada brought a hand up to her hair subconsciously. " Thank you." She smiles shyly. " Tell me about yourself, Giada." I clinked the ice in my scotch once or twice before taking a small sip. She met my gaze with a smirk. " What don't you already know?" She asked sarcastically. My gaze darkened but the smile curving onto my lips changed the expression from frightening to well...a completely different type of frightening that she found she liked. It made her stomach clench in the most exciting way. " That. That right there is what I don't know." I smiled wolfishly, " I don't know the real Giada, what makes you tick." " Well aside from ripping me apart to peer at my insides, which I assure you doesn't whir and tick like a clock, there isn't much to say." She shrugs with a blush. My smile can't have gotten wider. " And who says that's not what I'm already planning?" My voice is barely above a whisper but nonetheless, it made her quiver. " I would hope you aren't a rapist." She sips her drink, raising an eyebrow. She laughs, a genuine smile meeting my eyes for the first time. It is a wonderful sound that made her toes curl. She half smiles back at me, still hesitant and shy. The corner of my mouth turns up in a smile as I shook my head, " Giada, you are a breath of fresh air." " What? You're telling me women don't normally talk back to you? Or are they all as deathly silent as that waitress earlier?" Giada smiles and ...
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