Chapter 39

“Don’t you look good enough to eat.” David smiled, commenting on Rita’s dress choice.

“That’s the plan for later on,” she grinned, giving him a warm kiss. A hint of fresh perfume greeted his nostrils. “I wanted to wear something pretty and red for our dinner.” Her white button-up dress with red roses hugged her curves. The front fell to the sides, more to the right than left, giving him a good view of her low cleavage and being very short.

“I haven’t seen that shirt and pants on you before.”

“I bought them last week. I don’t own any good clothes. The last time I wore a suit was in my uniform in the Army. I wanted to look nice for you instead of dressing like a slob.”

“I appreciate that very much. You do need to expand your wardrobe.”

He held her coat for her to slip on, her breasts straining to escape her dress.

David opened the passenger door for Rita to sit. Placing her left foot in the car, he had a perfect view up her short dress. “Did you leave your panties off?”

“Yes. The only thing I’m wearing is my dress. I think it’s arousing that you know I’m naked under my dress.”

“Maybe I’ll have to be naked under my pants,” he joked.

“Then, I’ll always have your big cock and balls out for my pleasure.”

He drove to the restaurant atop a seven-story hotel. He announced his reservation and the hostess smiled politely, seeing Rita’s low cleavage. He helped her remove her coat, and she smiled at him as she adjusted the low opening of her dress. He was handed a reservation tag for their coats.

They marveled at the expansive-looking interior. It had several candelabras and soft lighting muted by a silk-looking ceiling. The gray ceramic floor was accented by black furniture.

Moments later, she held his hand as they were escorted to their table. “David, the view is so beautiful!” She quietly exclaimed.

“Yes, it sure is, and I’m not talking about Mount Etena,” he smiled, looking down at her low dress from above.

Rita grinned, looking at the obvious bulge in his crotch as he sat opposite her.

“You can’t sit beside me like before?”

“I don’t think so in such a fancy restaurant.”

“How are you supposed to have a good view of my tits from there?”

“Undo another button on your dress if you want.”

“Just one?” She smiled coyly.

“You could undo them all, but there would be a stampede of men to fuck you.”

“Would you like that, several men having their way with me, fucking me as I take loads of cum down my throat?”

“Hmm, that would be a sight!”

“We’re here for us. Our sex fantasies can wait. Thank you for treating me to dinner out on Valentine’s Day. I’ve never had a man do that for me.”

“So you’ve had a woman treat you to dinner, then have her way with you? Perhaps Angela or Bethany?”

“Or both!” She smiled.

Their server appeared at their table, and the teenage boy tried to be polite as he glanced at the woman’s obviously deep cleavage.

“Buona sera, good evening, I’m your host, Amile.”

“Buona sera,” Rita replied.

“Good evening,” David said.

“I can speak English if you prefer. Would you like anything from the bar?”

“Can we each have a glass of Prosecco, semi-sweet?” Rita asked.

“What’s Prosecco?”

“You’ve had it before at home. It’s a white wine usually drunk before a big meal.”

David smiled at Rita, admiring the amount of cleavage she was showing. The right side of her dress was folded over so far that he could almost see the darker skin that surrounds her nipple. He touched his jacket pocket to make sure her ring was still there.

“Excuse me, I overheard you speak English. Will you take our picture for us?” The stranger behind David asked.

“Glad to do it,” he replied, looking up at him.

The man showed him where to press for the picture, then stood, went to one knee, and took something from his pocket. David trained the viewfinder on him, taking several pictures as he presented a ring to his woman, asking her to marry him.

The loud shriek of a yes, reply startled David as the man slid the ring onto her finger. She stood, giving him warm hugs and kisses.

David continued to press the camera button, rapidly snapping shots. Several more showed them kissing and posing together. The man thanked him, taking the camera from him.

“All I have is my phone. Will you do the same for me?” He whispered. He nodded, glancing at Rita.

Their Prosecco was served and menus placed; they touched glasses and sampled the taste. “Not as sweet as the type Marcus serves,” David remarked.

“It’s so dry, you can blow the dust off the surface of it,” Rita smirked.

David laughed lightly. “You made a joke, there’s hope for you yet.”

“People do need some comedy in their lives. Life can be far too serious.”

“I’ll drink to that!” He said this, taking a good drink.

Several sips later, there was some confusion at several tables behind Rita. “I think someone was just proposed to.” They saw the man and woman stand, hug, and kiss, and then she admired her left hand.