Chapter 4

David let out a long sigh as he swallowed the last of his steak. “That was delicious, but your momma is a better cook.”

“I’ll be sure to tell her so. You know you don’t need an invitation to join us for dinner.”

“Thank you, but I don’t want to wear out my welcome.”

“I don’t understand that saying.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you and your parents’ hospitality, though I do enjoy the company. Your poppa tells good stories.”

They relaxed, drinking their wine, and Rita talked about her life, working at the local bank, and her dreams. David was hesitant to reveal anything more about his past.

Rosa brought them the dinner bill, and David paid it, giving her a good tip. Rita didn’t bother to do up the buttons on her dress as he escorted her from the restaurant. He was cautious leaving the building, looking in both directions for any unusual activity.

“Can we go for a walk along the boardwalk by the harbor and watch the sunset?” Rita asked as she got on the motorcycle. He took out her sweater and his jacket from the saddle bag to ward off the cooling evening air.

“It would be nice.”

David guided them through the streets towards the bay. Rita showed her interest in him, holding him tight and resting her hand very close to his cock. He gave up trying to keep her hand further away, and her fingertips touched the head hidden in his pants.

David parked the motorcycle on the boulevard, and Rita offered her hand to him. She smiled at him as her open sweater allowed his eyes to see her revealing breasts sway to her steps.

People were friendly enough, saying ciao, hello, or bouna sera, good evening, as they strolled along the boardwalk to the end, then back to the motorcycle.

“I should get you back to your parents so you don’t break your curfew.”

“I’m an adult; I don’t have a curfew.” She laughed lightly.

David rode them back to the rental shop and stored the bike inside. Rita went to him, placing her arms around his broad shoulders. His hand went to her slender waist.

“I want to thank you for a wonderful dinner and walk.”

“You’re very welcome. I enjoyed myself too.”

“David, I have something to say to you. It would please Poppa, Momma, and me if in the morning I woke up and you were lying beside me.”

“You want to stay the night with me?”

“I’d like you to spend the night in my bed.”

“Your bed? Is it comfortable so I’ll get a good night’s sleep?” He teased.

“It is comfortable, but we likely won’t do very much sleeping, if you know what I’m saying.”