“I think it’s time that while your with me you should call me Jean. Just Jean.” She said. I cocked an eyebrow as if to question what I heard. She smiled and nodded.
“I’m glad you liked it Ben. I’m also glad our cab driver knew about this place. I couldn’t remember the name but classy it is.” She said changing the subject back to my original comment. I just sat there dumbly trying to figure out what was going on through the muzziness of the drinks. She nestled into me further and I could swear I heard or rather felt her sigh. A few moments later I felt one of her hands on my thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. I was so muzzy from drink that it took a moment to process what was happening. Reactively or by instinct, I didn’t know what was what at this point, my right hand tucked around her slender waist and gently rubbed her stomach through the fabric of her dress. Her hand went to stroking my thigh and an all too familiar ache began to stir down there.
Suddenly she sat up and in a flowing motion to leave the booth took my hand and pulled me up with her. I went with the flow and she headed for the dance floor. Not caring now about what transpired in the booth, we hit the dance floor and had a blast just cutting loose. After the fourth song, we left the floor and got back to our booth gasping and laughing.
“Oh my God! I haven’t had so much fun in forever it seems!” she said breathless. The muzzy feeling seemed to have diminished some as most of our Margarita’s were still intact. She gulped hers and I sipped mine. I was curious about her behavior now. She was acting like she was in her twenties at sixty. I had a sudden anxious moment as the thought hit me that she might have health problems I wasn’t aware of. The thought of her just dropping dead of a heart attack sobered me up considerably.
She turned and kissed me on the lips again but held it longer this time. I kissed back. She pulled away and looked in my eyes in contemplation. I gave her a wry smile and her mouth dropped open. I lifted her jaw closed and gave a half smile and a wink. Before she could react, I pulled her close and waved to our waitress to come over.
“Yes sir?” the waitress said.
“Do you have Champagne here?” I asked.
“Yes. Would you like me to bring two glasses?” she asked.
“No. I think we’ll take two bottles and check out.” I said.
The waitress smile slyly, turned and headed to fill the order. Jean looked up at me.
“Champagne! What’s the occasion or should I ask?” Jean said.
“We are going home to toast the end of our miserable lonely lives for better tomorrows.” I said.
“Oh? And how do you propose to end our miserable lonely lives? Have you figured out something I haven’t?” she said in a mock serious tone. I smiled and kissed her nose. I had taken what she had initiated and fully intended to fulfill her desire.
“I intend to finish what you started and I believe you’ll thoroughly enjoy it.” I said. She hit me with several questions and I ignored them. She even thumped her fist on my chest in an attempt to get me to talk.