When she reached the table I stood and we hugged briefly. The feel of her big boobs pressing against me and the scent of her expensive perfume brought an electric charge to my body that centered between my legs.
As we sat back down, she smiled a dazzling smile and apologized for being a few minutes late. I realized I was totally smitten and barely had the capacity to comprehend what she was saying. Almost instantly the waitress, a cute dark-haired girl, appeared and asked for our drink orders. Allyson asked her to return so we could peruse the wine list and she whisked away to another table. Picking up the menu, I quickly asked Allyson if she had any recommendations since I had never been here before, hoping I could calm myself so I could have a rationale conversation, even though my panties were very wet and clinging to my hot pussy. Allyson gave me a few options and, as if reading our minds, the waitress appeared again asking if we had decided on drinks. We both ordered a glass of chardonnay and she retreated to fetch our drinks.
We settled into a comfortable conversation, talking about our days, although I left out the part about me spying on the two young lesbians in the park. As Allyson spoke I noticed she had a perfect French manicure, the tips of her nails done elegantly, and wondered if she had a pedicure to match. The waitress returned with our wine and took our orders. I wasn’t sure how much food I could handle in my excitement and I didn’t want anything heavy, so I ordered a sesame tuna salad, something I thought sounded delicious and would be easy on my digestive system. Allyson ordered a salad also and the waitress departed, leaving us alone at our somewhat private table for two. Allyson lifted her glass, and I copied. “To new friends” she toasted as we brought our glasses together. The wine was delicious as I took my first sip, hoping it would help calm my nerves.
Our conversation flowed here and there as we opened up to each other. She asked about practicing medicine and how difficult that had to be, and I asked her about the work she did in the community and how fulfilling it must be. The conversation effortlessly flowed from one topic lead to another. She was as charming as I had hoped and I felt totally at ease in her company.
The conversation waned briefly and I took the opportunity to ask her a personal question that I hoped wasn’t out-of-bounds.
“Allyson,” I ventured, gazing into her blue eyes, “you are intelligent, successful and gorgeous. How is it that nobody has snatched you up, or do you enjoy playing the field?”
She chuckled as she contemplated her response, and just as she began to speak the waitress appeared with our meals. Perfect timing. We paused as the plates were placed on the table and she was gone as quickly as she appeared, my question still floating like the aroma of our entrees.
“I don’t really play the field,” Allyson responded, unexpectedly. I thought she would avoid the question once she had the opportunity to do so. “I’ve never gone out my way looking for someone. I’ve had plenty of chances to socialize, and I have taken advantage of some. Only a few have been more than social, and only one has become anything serious. That was about three years ago. It was someone I came to care very deeply for, and they got along very well with Jenna, which is nearly as important as how I feel about them. We had a relationship that lasted about a year, and then a job opportunity came along that was too good to pass up. I am settled here and wasn’t going to uproot Jenna, so unfortunately, we made the hard to decision to split. It was difficult, and there hasn’t been anyone since. Like you once said you did after your divorce, I threw myself into my work and Jenna’s activities. And here I am.”