Dinner Can Wait

“I’ll join you for dinner, meet me by the bar at 8 o’clock” He recounted her saying this as she walked in the door late His eyes lit up intensely when he saw her enter the restaurant His breathing was so sharp he thought he would hyperventilate Wanting to approach her, he was afraid he would faint if he moved So he stood like a statue and waited for her to come to him She is exquisite with her fiery red hair and milky white skin Ample are her breasts filling her dress to the brim, spilling over Her hips sway sensuously as she glides to the place where he is frozen There is a look of concern on her face as she approaches near Realizing his rigidity he turns the corners of his mouth upward The span of a man’s smile will fill the universe with love for an eternity She smiled back at him and put her arms around his neck and whispered: “Dinner would taste a whole lot better in bed, don’t you think Mister?” As she gave him a wink, he felt reborn as he melted into her