Chapter 2

Well. He was handsome, quite self-assured and well-proportioned.

"I'd love to join you, even though I think my hair and makeup may be a bit mussed," I replied as he slowly pulled his cock out and took off the condom.

We began getting dressed as he took his phone and hit a few numbers.

"Yes, this is Eric Bremer. I'll be bringing a special friend soon, say about six-thirty, and would like that nice table in the corner, the table for two, back away from the main dining area. Yes, that's the one. Good, have Chef plan a meal for us if you will. See you then," and he clicked off.

Rather impressive, I thought as we readied ourselves to see if the staff had perhaps figured out what we'd been up to.

"One last kiss ... at least for now, my dear," he said as he leaned over and gave me the softest kiss I think I'd ever had. I didn't but I almost swooned. What a romantic man; and one who knew what he wanted.

We left the changing room, he paid for my purchase and we walked out into the mall. I looked at the clock and it was five-thirty.

"Here, Carly, we'll put you back just like new," he said and led me into a spa salon and asked them to do whatever I wanted.

I was pampered and combed-out by one woman and turned over to another who redid my makeup better than I'd ever done. I looked better than ever as I walked back out to the front where he was waiting.

As he got up, I stood forward and kissed him thanks and we went to the parking lot.

"Oh, here, you should know who you're with," and he handed me his business card, a thin vellum of obvious quality where I read that I was in the hands of a thoracic surgeon. Well, well.

"I expect my mother would relax, unless you have these printed up just to go out and pick up young women," I laughed.

"I'm afraid I'm not all that clever but you're giving me ideas. Ah, here we are," he said as he clicked his remote and the BMW sedan's doors unlocked. He, of course, let me in first and then whisked me to a restaurant that I'd certainly heard of but never eaten in, well, until this evening.

His reception there by the staff had this girl rather amazed, while perhaps they treat royalty even better, my Dr. Bremer and I were whisked to a table in the back of the restaurant, one that was by itself; this man knew what he was doing.

"Is this all right? It's a bit isolated where the unfortunate other diners tonight won't be able to enjoy your loveliness but I want you all for myself."

I expected some reference to our earlier coupling but he knew we both still had it on our minds and that it didn't need mentioning.

There was a chilled bottle of Champagne, a very nice one, at that, standing at our table which the maitre-d opened and poured for his approval. He nodded, then our glasses were filled.

We lifted them as he left us alone, Eric toasting, "To chance encounters in Victoria's Secret and to my very good fortune."

I laughed and said that it seemed we both had good fortune today.

"I can only speak for myself, my dear," he replied as he lifted his glass and sipped the rest. The waiter was somehow right on the button to refill our glasses as two other servers presented us with a cup of lobster bisque.

My first taste reminded me of our sex earlier, rich, smooth, luscious. My heart rate began to climb as the feelings came back to my pussy while I sat there with my new lover, for I had already decided that Doctor Eric Bremer was not going to disappear if I had anything to do with it.

We finished our soup course and he was holding my hand across the table when they brought our salads, each small, topped with lump crab and just so cool and delicious.

Our empty Champagne bottle was whisked away and soon our waiter brought out two red wine glasses and a bottle of French Burgundy which Eric looked at and nodded.

It was opened and he tasted a bit, nodded again, mine was poured, then his after.

We were talking as we had our dinner, a little about each other. It seems his wife died about six years ago and he'd never found a woman to take her place and I told him some about me, mostly the last few years, after all, I was twenty-four and I was now pretty sure that Eric was about sixty.

Did the age difference bother me?

I couldn't take my eyes off this man. He'd just nonchalantly given me the best sex I'd had in quite a while, even standing up in, what was pretty much, a public place. And he seemed quite at ease with the entire episode. How could I not be taken with this man, he was unlike any I'd ever known.

Did I want sex with him again?

Well, I can tell you that when I slipped my skirt back on at Victoria's Secret, I stuffed my panties in my purse.

As we finished our meals, it was a Chateaubriand for two, the most delicious meat I've ever had, he asked me if I wanted dessert. I simply slipped off my shoe and put my foot in his lap and rubbed it around as I smiled at him.