A Knight in Tarnished Armor
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 2: The Dinner
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Dinner - Boy (older man actually) meets girl, etc., etc.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
Lyle opened the door on the Saturday of the party, and there Heather was, still dressed in the same old baggy ensemble. Although, she looked different from the neck up. First, he had never seen her in full makeup and the transformation was something to behold. It looked professional and elegant. Second, the hair.
“Platinum blonde? What happened to the pink?”
“You said it made me look like an idiot,” she said walking past him.
“That was the idea, sweetie. I was counting on that shock value.”
“You said it made me look like an idiot,” she repeated, turning to look him directly in the face. “I’m going to be a rocket scientist, remember.”
“Oh, baby girl. I know that. Don’t ever take anything I say seriously. I’m full of shit most of the time.” He looked apologetic.
“I know. Do you hate it ... my hair? Will it work?”
He took her shoulders in his hands and looked her over carefully. “It’s a little cliche, of course, but it will do,” he said quietly, giving her a wan smile. “I hope you like it.”
“Sure. Where’s the dress?”
“In your room.”
“It’s not ‘my room,’ Lyle,” she said, walking in that direction. “Be right back.”
When she didn’t come right back, Lyle went to his room to put his tie and jacket on. He waited patiently for Heather to finish the transformation to a brilliant butterfly.
He had seen through her disguise that first day in the rain. She was magnificent and either didn’t know it, or didn’t want to acknowledge it. He still wasn’t sure which it was. Maybe both. Tonight, he was sure she would shine.
When she finally came out of the bedroom, all his expectations were met with a single look. She stood inside the door with one hand on the frame. The dress was little and black, a halter dress, showing off her assets to perfection.
Her hair and makeup he had already seen and approved of heartily. Now, he concentrated on the rest. Her lovely neck and shoulders were exposed in the sexy strapless dress, and her large creamy breasts were on the verge of spilling out of the top.
The dress fit her like a second skin showing her athletic form, her heart shaped ass and those long toned legs. High heels completed the look pushing her ass out and making her legs look like they were carved out of marble.
“You look like a dream, Heather. Like a beautiful queen. You take my breath away.” That made her smile as she took shaky steps toward him.
“What’s the matter? Did you turn an ankle?” he asked, concern etched on his face as he held his arms out ready to catch her.
“I don’t wear heels often ... well ever, actually. I’m afraid I will fall and break a hip.”
“Don’t worry. Just hang onto me whenever you feel unsteady. I won’t leave your side.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel safe?”
“It was meant that way. Are you ready? Do you want to go over our story one more time?”
She smiled and sat down on the edge of the sofa with her legs carefully crossed under her. Her face took on a different look as she spoke in a breathy soft southern accent, “I would like that very much, Lyle honey.”
Lyle’s head jerked back as if he was slapped. “What the hell is that?”
“It’s my new persona,” she said, still in the new character. “It’s actually modeled on a girl I went to school with. Do you like it, Lyle honey.” She added a sweet little girlish smile that time.
“Well ... it seems strange having known you for these past few weeks. I guess it works, but why?”
“It helps to remind me to stay in character. It’s an acting trick, I believe. Do you like it,” she said again in the new slow, syrupy Monroe-esque voice.
“It is sexy, I will admit.”
“Thank you, Lyle honey. A girl likes to be appreciated.”
“Wow, you’re gonna nail this aren’t you?”
“This girl likes to have nice things, like a new sports car.”
“Fuck. I’ll buy you a car just to talk to me like that all the time.”
“You’re deluded, Lyle honey, if you think I’ll ever do this again.”
“OK, there’s my Heather.”
“Only for tonight, Lyle honey. Only for one night.”
“Damn. We better go before this spell that was cast on you wears off.”
Twenty minutes later they walked into a party room at the most expensive French restaurant in town. Heather clutched at Lyle’s arm so tightly, he thought she might draw blood.
“Make me proud,” he whispered into her hair.
She giggled, squeezing Lyle’s arm tighter as they walked into the opulent private dining room. The chatter of Lyle’s old frat buddies filled the air, along with the clinking of champagne glasses.
She put on her brightest, ditziest smile. “Oh em gee, Lyle honey, this place is simply breathtaking!”
A cheer went up as his four friends and their dates swarmed to greet them. Heather could not believe what she was looking at. Lyle was a thousand times better looking and in better shape than this hapless bunch of men.
She batted her new long fake lashes coyly, pressing herself against Lyle’s side as they were engulfed by the group. She leaned in close, whispering loudly enough for others to hear, “Wow Lyle, you never said your friends were so ... Nice.”
She giggled airily, eyeing the other women’s outfits with mock admiration before turning her fake smile up to maximum wattage. “Aren’t you going to introduce me, silly?”
She could see right away that the women of the group were all knockouts. Young, beautiful and amazingly turned out. Heather never had great confidence in her looks, but when she compared herself to these model-like women, she didn’t see how Lyle could be so confident in winning this ridiculous male contest.
She pasted on a ditzy expression, tilting her head cutely as she’d practiced in the mirror while Lyle made introductions. There was Dr. Rupert Cunningham, a very short surgeon from New Jersey, and Daisy, a willowy blonde who towered over her date. With a big grin, Rupert grabbed Lyle’s hand like he wanted to break it off, but he turned Heather’s over and kissed it.
She blushed and tittered at the gentlemanly kiss, playing up the flustered schoolgirl routine. “Why thank you kindly, Doctor! Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?”
Next, she met Blake Bennington, a chubby hedge fund manager from New York City, and his Eastern European model girlfriend, Elena, from the Czech Republic. Blake had the air of a used car salesman, but the statuesque brunette had an aloof manner that Heather immediately detested.
The affable Mason Alexander, a federal judge from Nebraska, had a Neanderthal face and a scarecrow’s body, but he was accompanied by Alicia, a redhead straight from the pages of Playboy. Her face wasn’t as pretty as the rest, but that body was any man’s dream. The silly redhead was all smiles and bounced in excitement to meet them.
Heather clasped hands together with Alicia gleefully, bouncing slightly on her heels to match the redhead’s excitement. “Ohmigosh, you’re so pretty!”
Finally, Mike Stephenson was a very old-looking balding man who was some kind of software company president from Austin, Texas. He was accompanied by his Asian girlfriend Lin who was in her early thirties and the oldest of the women in attendance. However, she was still a very attractive woman. She seemed amused by Lyle’s choice of date
She giggled again and swayed closer to Lyle. “Mmmm, isn’t this just the most fabulous reunion ever? I’m so glad you brought me along to meet alllll your super interesting friends!” She said, sighing softly for effect.
“Look who came to play,” Lin said quietly to Lyle as she hugged him. Suddenly, Heather wondered if all the women were aware of this silly competition, or just this particular one. She didn’t seem at all witless like the other three.
Heather beamed at Lin, pulling her in for an exaggerated embrace. “Oh, darlin’, aren’t you just a doll for noticing lil ol’ me.”
Stepping back, she fluttered her lashes innocently at Lyle before batting them demurely at Lin.
They all stood in a big circle as the men spent the next 30 minutes sipping their drinks and catching up. Laughter filled the room most of that time. It was obvious how long they had known and liked each other. As much as she tried, Heather could not follow the conversation that brought in events and names she knew nothing about.
After a while, she leaned over to Lyle with a pout, feigning confusion. “Golly, you boys are sure having fun catching up and whatnot! But I’m afraid I haven’t got a clue what y’all are talking about half the time. Why don’t we eat already? I’m just starving!” She tugged gently on Lyle’s sleeve, giving him puppy dog eyes before turning to the group with a sugary sweet smile.
It was unlike any party she had ever attended, particularly how these Stepford women all stayed right next to their individual men as if tied at the hip. They never broke off into their own group or even had one-on-one female conversations. Heather realized that Lyle had never taken his arm from around her waist the entire time they stood there.
She leaned into whisper loudly, patting his thigh. “These fancy pants parties are way different than the keggers I’m used to!”
Blake then asked her how they met, and she blushed quite naturally. “I hit him.” Which made everyone laugh.
“With her car,” Lyle added. “She slammed into my Bentley.”
“I just dented it a little, Lyle honey.” Her new voice seemed even more syrupy to her ears as it echoed off the walls of the big room. “But hey, they say accidents happen for a reason, right?” She clutched onto Lyle for effect.
“Dented so badly that I couldn’t drive it.”
“You’re just being silly,” she said. “My airbag didn’t even go off.”
“Do you even have airbags in that ancient car of yours.”
“I don’t know,” she said blankly after a moment. And the room laughed again.
Heather knew she was doing well, so far. She had to nail her part, and she was determined to do it.
Lin asked her what she did.
“I’m a student. At the college.” She noticed a few surprised looks on the men’s faces around the room.
“What are you studying?”
“Not very much,” she said with a giggle. “I don’t think I’m very good at it. I get full, you know.”
“Full?” Rupert asked.
“I try to study for tests and things, but my brain gets full. And then I have to stop. You know what I mean.”
She giggled vapidly, twirling a lock of platinum blonde hair around her finger. “It’s like trying to swallow a whole chocolate cake in one bite — too much for me!”
“I know exactly what you mean,” Alicia said. “The same thing happened to me in high school.”
“School is hard,” Heather added. Everyone agreed sympathetically, and Lyle hugged her tightly to him.
“Mmm, I’m so glad y’all understand! Sometimes I feel like such a ditz when my brain just goes poof! But Lyle here is always so sweet about it. He says my looks make up for what I lack in book smarts.” She batted her lashes innocently around the group.
“My poor little girl,” he said soothingly as he held her. “It’s a good thing she’s so pretty.”
Heather wanted to stomp her foot on his. She knew they were only playing a part, but she hated saying all these stupid things. It was ridiculous to adopt this character, of all things. It was a person she had never wanted to be. Lyle didn’t need to be so agreeable. The ass.
So, she put that image of herself behind the wheel of a new red sports car and moved forward. She smiled brilliantly at Rupert in a wide-eyed innocent way.
“I like learning stuff, but my brain is in slow motion, you know. Everyone else in my classes is always bobbing their head when the professors speaks, and I’m still trying to catch up.”
“It’s like walking in mud when everyone else is running,” Alicia added. “I know that feeling.”
“Exactly.”
The men seemed amused, but moved the conversation onto sports and how the football team recruiting was going this year. Frankly, it was an area in which Heather was ignorant by choice, so it wasn’t hard to look befuddled.
“What’s NIL money?” she asked in the middle of a conversation on how college sports had changed for the worse. The men went on and on explaining to the ladies how name, image and likeness money was ruining college athletics.
Then they droned on for another 20 minutes about the evils of ‘the portal’ which allows student athletes to easily transfer to other schools. She looked blankly at the other woman, and they too appeared clueless.
While that conversation was all pretty boring, it kept the attention off Heather, and she appreciated the break it afforded. Unfortunately, it all came back rather quickly.
“Were all you girls cheerleaders?” Mike asked. He must have known the answer for the other girls, because they all turned to Heather for her response. When she noticed the other four women all nodding, she figured out why.
“Not me,” she said with a side squint.
“Why not,” Mike asked, surprised. Did he think all pretty girls were cheerleaders, or even wanted to be cheerleaders? Men were so stupid. Trying to fight back her disgust at the question, she finally answered.
“I’m not really very coordinated. My daddy called me a klutz. He thought I might hurt the other girls.” The fact that some of this was actually true made this game all the more worse. Red car. Red car.
“But a very pretty klutz,” Lyle said. Did he think he was being supportive? She looked at him out of the corner of her eye. For the hundredth time, she wished he wasn’t so damned attractive. It would be so much easier to dislike him, and she really wanted to dislike him at that moment. What the hell. Go with it, she thought to herself.
“Thank you, Lyle honey,” she purred, leaning her head into his shoulder, playing her part through her disgust.
When dinner ended, Heather was expecting that the night would be over. After all, she had already had her usual three glasses of wine. She knew her limit, and she held to it religiously. She had learned early that after three glasses, nothing good ever happened.
However, the whole group was talking about which bar to go to. They were attempting to recapture their school days by experiencing their old haunts, it seemed.
So, the bar crawl began. Heather felt unsteady and hung onto Lyle’s arm. To his friends, it must have looked like lover behavior. She was beginning not to care that her bimbo persona was coming easier to her as she drank.
She just kept remembering about the sports car. Yet, If she was finally being honest with herself, this game was fun. She had never tried her hand at acting, believing that silliness better suited to the artsy types. But now she was thinking she might have missed her calling.
There was one more thing though, and that was the presence of Lyle. She hated to admit it, but she liked pleasing such a tall, handsome, successful man. She wanted him to be proud of her.
He was easily the best looking of this lot of big wigs. In fact, he was easily one of the most handsome men she had ever met. She was starting to understand Monica’s motivation in dating Richard Burke on Friends.
When she watched the old shows, it seemed to be about pissing off Monica’s parents. That was something that Heather could understand. She’d done things like that more times than she could remember. But now, it was just maybe because the older man was so hot.
Maybe it was the alcohol, but right now entering a downtown bar filled with students, she liked being on Lyle’s arm. She felt special. She felt ... beautiful even.
She didn’t care if she looked like a bimbo. It was just a temporary role. Tomorrow, she’d put her mask on again and be herself, her hidden self, anyway.
If not for the additional alcohol, she would not have minded the three bars they hopped to. They were so loud, you could hardly hear anyone, so all she had to do was look silly and besotted with Lyle. And the wine helped her achieve that goal.
She smiled so much that her jaw ached. And despite her inebriated state, her bimbo never slipped. By the time they were ready to leave, Lyle was smiling and whispering in her ear how well she’d done. It was a resounding success.
All the way home, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. There was something alluring about working on a shared project that brought two people together. She could see why coworkers and partners slept with each other. They had done this thing together, and it was a triumph. Right now, she felt closer to him than anyone in her life.
When they fell back into his apartment well after midnight, they were laughing about the evening and how well she’d pulled it off. They had another glass of wine and another as they recounted the events of the evening.
Then Lyle’s phone beeped, and he picked it up and answered. She took that moment to go to the bathroom. Upon her return to the living room, she found him standing by the window, broad shoulders silhouetted against the glittering city skyline. He was smiling.
“Good news?” she asked.
“Yes, baby. My brothers have all capitulated to your beauty and magnificence. We won! You knocked their socks off!”
She squealed and ran directly into his open arms. She was happy, happier than she’d ever been. Even her acceptance to graduate school, her greatest success, hadn’t exceeded this moment.
Lyle pulled her into his arms and kissed her with all the passion he’d been keeping at bay for the last two weeks. She melted into his fervent embrace, eagerly returning his passionate kiss with matching hunger.
It was frantic. It was passionate. It was explosive.
Her curves molded perfectly against the hard muscles of his body as she wound her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, and her fingers in his hair. She poured every ounce of pent-up longing and desire into the heated liplock, moaning softly into his mouth.
“Mmm, Lyle...”
Lyle’s hardening cock pressed delightfully into her. Breaking the kiss, Heather gazed up at him with lidded emerald eyes dark with desire. Her breathing was ragged as she took in the raw want etched across his handsome features.
“Baby, I need you now.”
Emboldened, she slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders with trembling fingers, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her ample cleavage inch by inch.
“Take me, Lyle.” Was it the wine talking or her suppressed desire for him, she didn’t know or care. All she knew was this was the moment.
Lyle watched as the Versace dress slipped to the floor, and he saw her magnificent breasts for the first time. The ones he’d longed to touch these past few weeks.
Heather shivered under Lyle’s intense eyes, feeling the heat of them upon her newly exposed white skin. Her nipples visibly stiffened under his gaze, straining, begging for his touch. Emboldened further, she reached down to push her panties down, shrugging them off languidly and allowing them to join her dress on the carpet.
“Oh my God, Heather! You’re like a queen. Your breasts are so ... full. How are they so ... firm? You don’t even need a bra.”
A delighted giggle escapes Heather’s lips at Lyle’s awestruck reaction, pleasure blossoming within her at his obvious appreciation of her assets. These kinds of compliments never registered with her in the past with other men. But on his lips ... She arched her back slightly, thrusting out her generous bosom proudly.
“Am I your first busty girl, Lyle? Do you like my boobs?”
Lyle stared open mouthed at her huge 36DD breasts with a perfect pear shape and little pink nipples. She was truly magnificent.
“Oh, baby. I knew you’d be amazing, but this ... I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Heather flushed at Lyle’s worshipful tone, electricity crackling between them as he drank in the sight of her bare form. Tossing her long, platinum blonde waves of hair over one shoulder, she stepped closer, reaching out to trail slender fingers along his jawline, tilting his chin up to meet her sultry gaze.
“Not yet, baby,” she laughed. “But that can be arranged.”
Lyle leaned in and kissed her as his hands found her corresponding breasts. She gasped sharply as Lyle’s warm hands enveloped her sensitive mounds, sending jolts of pleasure straight through her. Her head fell back, breaking the kiss as she arched into his touch, silently urging him to explore further.
Her own hands frantically worked at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against hers. She panted heavily as Lyle groped and kneaded her aching breasts, thumbs circling and teasing her hardened nipples. Writhing under his skilled touch, she finally managed to undo the last button of his shirt, pushing the garment off his shoulders impatiently.
Lyle lifted her up by the ass, pulled her to him and pressed her back against the glass. They kissed and groped each other like school kids in the back of a car. He was obsessed with her breasts and couldn’t take his hands off them. She was enjoying the feel of his hard cock rubbing against her most sensitive place.
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