1. Community Involvement Ch. 15


    Date: 7/10/2016, Categories: MILF, Author: Phoenix181, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    diners. In spite of my reassurances, Michelle still felt under-dressed for occasion. I tried to impress upon her that her simple black dress, with a hinting ‘V’ neckline, was in my view, a killer outfit. I particularly liked the stylised, full length zipper at the front. “I thought you said it wouldn’t matter? Anyway, look at me!” I exclaimed, trying to dissuade her from feeling underdressed. “I have on a pair of slightly faded jeans and a creased shirt. On top of that, I can’t tuck the shirt in as I don’t have a belt…it’s not a good look to have your shirt tucked in when not wearing a belt. That much I do know.” “Thank you,” she said, and squeezed my hand. “You look good enough to eat.” ‘Hey, that’s my line!” “Dessert maybe?” she grinned and looked warmly into my eyes. “I’ve had a marvellous day so far, my love. Words actually don’t go far enough to tell you how much…” Mid sentence she diverted her eyes. I assumed she was overcome with emotion. “Good evening Madam Michelle.” The deep rolling baritone voice came from behind me. “I hope everything is to your satisfaction, so far.” “Good evening, um, arrr, Marcus.” I could see Michelle was frantically trying to collect her thoughts. “Yes, everything is fine. No! Not fine…I mean, wonderful.” “Excellent. And you must be her husband. I did not get to speak to you the last time you were guests here.” “Yes!” Michelle interjected immediately. Her foot tapped my ankle under the table suggesting I pay attention and play along. “Yes, ...
    this is my husband…” “Nice to meet you, um, Marcus is it?” I said cutting across Michelle. I stood and shook his hand. He had a firm handshake, which was not surprising, given his stocky build. In fact, he was a bit on the round side for his height. His shiny bald pate looked out of place with his Mediterranean looks. I would have expected a solid covering of thick dark hair. However, his bulbous, bent nose and his round face gave him a look that, in other circumstances, would have had me guess him to be a gangland thug rather than a hotel manager. We exchanged a few pleasantries as I resumed my seat. Marcus regaled Michelle with tales of fond memories of ‘that night’ and concluded with additional apologies. There was a slight awkward pause, and just before he left us, he added. “I have taken the liberty of selecting a starter for you both. I hope you do not mind?” He gestured to the wait staff to commence serving and promptly moved away. “I didn’t expect him to be here.” Michelle whispered. Her relief was tangible. “What are we going to do?” “Don’t know.” I shrugged. “He’ll probably leave us alone for the rest of the evening. He has made contact and will remain in the distance, satisfied that he has made amends.” “I fucking hope so,” Michelle breathed. “I’m sorry to get you involved.” “No problem, we’re in this together now.” I raised my glass to her, despite it being empty. She laughed at that which seemed to help her relax. “Let’s just eat, drink and be merry. We’ll enjoy ...
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