Wilson laughs as you comb your fingers through quickly thinning hair. You groan as you check your reflection.
Technically this is your second date. Not counting the rendezvous for coffee as one. You've put on a salmon pink oxford shirt and a fine pair of pants.
Dinner at a quaint but fancy restaurant is on the agenda for the night. It's her way of taking it slow. Which has slowly been driving you crazy. All you've been able to think of is peeling back the sensible slacks she wears to work and having your wicked way with her on the clear conference table.
"Gotta go." Wilson raises and eyebrow as you slip into your blazer and limp out the door.
Cameron comes to the door in a loose flowing cream bandeau style dress. Her hair is artfully curled and her lips are a berry red and tantalizingly wet.
"You look great." She says and places her small hand on your chest to help keep her balance as she presses a kiss to your lips. The same could be said for her.
Her smile is sweet as you hold open the door to the corvette for her and she slides in. Your eyes keep drifting to her as you drive. Maybe you can persuade her to skip the meal and head back to your place instead.
"I'm really excited about dinner." She smiles. Okay, so you'll just have to endure the meal.
It's one of your favorite restaurants you tell her as you open the menu. She's moved her chair close to yours, same as the coffeehouse.
Cameron orders wine and you order whiskey. The waiter delivers it quickly and you take a sip, trying to soothe your jittery nerves. Of course you receive stares from fellow diners. Probably wondering why a beautiful girl like Cameron is sitting shoulder to shoulder with you and looking up at you with a girly look of love in her eyes.
She doesn't notice at all. Even when the hunky young waiter comes back to ask if she needs a refill she shakes her head and squeezes you thigh while sneaking a kiss along the rough trail of jaw.
You're not use to the displays of affection. She cuts up tiny bites of the fish she's order and chews them happily. Her groan of appreciation goes straight to your groin. Which causes you to briefly lose grip of your fork leaving a loud clang in its wake.
Her face is so beautiful it makes your chest ache. Such a lovely creature shouldn't be involved with a messed up guy like yourself. No matter what you say she refuses to believe it. You stand and throw down your napkin. Dinner was delicious. She follows you as you wait for the valet to bring your car around.
You lace your fingers with hers as you stand there and she smiles pressing a kiss to your arm. The corvette pulls up and you both get into the car.
So far the night has gone well, you pull up to her apartment and walk her up to the door. It's silent as you stand in the hallway as she goes threw her clutch for her keys.
"Ah!" She exclaims as she finds them. Before she can use them you grab her elbow and press her against you. Her arms lock around your neck as you kiss her passionately. She sighs as you grip her round bum in your hands and grind against her. Now she's pressed against the door and your hand is gripping the back of her thigh, you pull down her thong panties and let them gather at her ankles. Cameron gasps as you slip a long digit inside her, pumping it slowly. She's wet already as you add a second finger to her throbbing center. Her lips are parted and her head is slumped against your shoulder. She pulls her head up and kisses you sloppily; her grasps loosens and one hand falls from your shoulder. Her small fingers are kneading you through your pants and you ease up on your thrusts.
You shouldn't be doing this in the middle of the hallway where anyone can see the two of you. However you don't care, she's pulling down your zipper and her fingers are tugging at your growing length. You grab her wrist and drop a wet kiss to her lips.
"Let's go inside." She nods and turns, putting her keys in the lock. Her panties are still around her ankles and she steps out of them to walk.
The lights are on as you stumble through the door. She's kissing you eagerly and her hands are fumbling with your pants again. She wants them off.
"Allison?" You remove your hands from her waist at the sound of a foreign voice in the room. Cameron turns and gasps as she turns and spots two people, a man and a woman sitting on her couch. She pales and tries to extract herself from your embrace but trips on her panties that are still around her ankle. Luckily you catch her before she falls, holding onto her arm.
"Allison." The older gentleman says in a stern tone. You let go of her arm and pull up your pants, she winces as at the hiss of your zipper.
"Hi mommy, hi daddy." She says.
Oh shit. You take a step back.
This is unexpected.