“I think you can drive faster than that, Matt.” Gina said.
“I’m going the speed limit.” I told her. We were on a little used highway on the outskirts of town, and it was pretty deserted.
“C’mon, Matt. Live a little.” Gina said, “Please, for me?” She added with a little pout. I stepped on the pedal and sped up to ten miles over the limit.
“I think you can do a little better than that.” She said. I sped up even more. I was now going ninety in a seventy zone. I never went this fast.
“That’s a good start, Matt. I’ll tell you what, Matt. On the way back, you let me drive. I’ll show you how to really do it.” Gina said.
“Okay, that’s fine.” I agreed nervously as I slowed back down. We took the turnoff towards the restaurant, and within a few minutes, we were pulling into a parking spot. We got out and walked inside together. We walked towards a cute girl waiting at the podium up front.
“Two.” I told her. She glanced at me, and the hot-bodied older woman next to me, and gave us a confused look, but that quickly passes, regaining her professionalism.
“Follow me.” She said. Gina stepped in front of me, and I couldn’t help but notice her perfect round ass highlighted by her tight skirt. She shook it as she walked. We reached our table, and as the girl walked away, Gina looked at me expectantly. I realize what she is waiting for, and I pulled out the chair for her. She smiled and thanked me. She removed her coat and set it over the chair before she sat down. As she does, her shirt pulled up and revealed the fact that she was wearing a thong, and the thong created a perfect whale tail leading under her skirt. I was in a daze as I walked to the other side of the table.
It just seemed like such a contrast. I have never met an older woman who wore a thong. Most of the older women I encounter are frumpy, overweight women, well past their prime. I couldn’t imagine any of them wearing thongs. I don’t want to imagine what kind of underwear they wear to be honest. But this woman. She was wearing a thong and she was pulling it off. I’ve only really known younger girls to wear thongs. I’ve never known an older woman to have a visible whale tail. Most younger girls are not that brazen. The only ones that do that are kind of slutty. My mother-in-law couldn’t possibly be a slut, could she? Nevertheless, she was confident enough in her looks that she felt she could compete with girls half her age. She might not be wrong about that.
I smiled at her as I looked across the table. This place came across as kind of romantic. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t just two people catching up. I couldn’t shake the thought that this is a date. A mature woman on a date with a younger man. A MILF on a date with her son-in-law. I shook my head, clearing away these thoughts.
We caught up and chatted as we ate. It was going well. She wasn’t being as outwardly flirty as she was the last time we met. We shared a bottle of wine as we ate. I had a surprisingly fun time. I didn’t feel like I was talking to an older woman. I talked to her as I would talk to any other woman. Time flew by until I realized it was two hours later. The waitress placed our bill in the center of the table and walked away. Gina made no move towards it. She just locked eyes with me, waiting for me to make a move.