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Edymaniac: The Dickmatized Temi’s Valentine II(18+)

The more he looked at her, the hornier he got. She seemed the ideal of femininity. He smiled at her uncertainly. What does she want? She certainly seems friendly.

They stood in uncomfortable silence. Luckily the line moved quickly. She ordered chocolate icecream. He ordered a vanilla ice cream and they moved on to the next queue to wait for their order.

vanilla ice cream. That’s what Segun always drank. Quit thinking of Segun!

“So, what are you doing down here?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Oh, I just came to hang out with my friends. See what’s up. But they had to go. I don’t know if anyone else is going to show or not. What about you?”

“I want to do some shopping.”

“What are you going to buy?”

“I don’t know,” She shrugged and the movement caused a bounce under her jacket that suggested she had nice tits. He stopped the low rumble that threatened to come out of his throat. What is wrong with me? This woman is not flirting with me—she’s not going to fuck me. I need to settle down.

“I thought I just look, see what’s new. Maybe buy some lingerie.” I can’t believe I just said that! His eyes widened and she saw him swallow.

Mercifully, their ice creams were ready. He picked them up and followed her to a small table in the corner. He set the ice creams down quickly so he could pull her chair out for her. He waited while she shrugged out of her jacket.

She was wearing a tight shirt i. It was quite low cut, but her cleavage was filled in with a creamy, lace undergarment. She was statuesque, like a Roman Goddess. As she sat in the chair, he got a splendid view from above of some very nice breasts. C-cup—definitely. Blood raged into his cock. Luckily his trousers were not tight. He sat down quickly, but not before he noticed she was looking at his crotch. 

As he leaned close, holding the chair for her, she caught his masculine scent under a veneer of cigarette smoke. The cigarette smoke was a disappointment, but not unexpected. What she smelled underneath it brought memories of male closeness and a yearning so powerful it took her breath away. She glanced automatically at his crotch and saw a rather noticeable bulge.

Damn! Fuck me right here, please! More juice gushed out of her pussy. Her panties were definitely wet. She would need to buy some new lingerie just to have something comfortable to wear for the evening.

They sat and looked at each other in silence.

Damn, Temi, say something! Something cool. She smiled. “It’s supposed to get cold enough to rain tonight. It will probably stop by morning though.” Weather. The weather is always safe. Safe, but not cool. Come on Temi. If you want this young, dangerous, masculine man, you need to be a bit bolder.

“I hadn’t heard that. Doesn’t surprise me. It feels really cloudy out there.”

“You looked cold. I… I don’t like being cold.” That’s real smooth, Temi. “Or hungry. I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” Am I asking him out?

“Yeah, me too,” he said before he could think about it. He was starving, actually. The ice cream helped.

“Do you want to go to Soul Lounge for a snack?” Soul Lounge was the closest restaurant, only a few yards outside the door of the Coldstone’s. “I’ll buy, of course.” OK, that’s bold, Temi.

“Um…” I’m starving. She’s beautiful. She’s buying. Why am I hesitating?

“I’m sorry. I’ve been too bold.” She felt her face frown.

As he hesitated, he saw her become embarrassed. She apologized. She was exquisite. Don’t blow it, dude! Say yes!

“Okay. I mean, why?”

“I’m hungry. I hate to eat by myself. Please come with me. I don’t mind paying for you at all.”

There was an awkward silence.

“I think I would be a fool to say no. So, okay.”

She smiled. So far, so good. This was beginning to seem like a real conquest. Fear fluttered in her heart. When it came right down to it, could she do it? Would she really have sex with a complete stranger? Her eyes travelled over his body. His shirt was baggy, but his neck was thick and she could see hints of arm muscle under the fabric. And the way he moved! If I was going to have a one-night stand, it would be with someone like him.

Again there was silence, but this time it was not uncomfortable. They studied each other openly, both smiling.

Christ! I just want to jump your bones right now, you gorgeous young thing!

Fuck! How can I get into your pants? You are one sizzling hot chick!

Ahem. Slow down!

On the very short walk between Coldstone and Soul lounge, she asked him, “Are you old enough to go drink alcohol?”

“I have drunk alcohol,” he answered.

The bar was crowded but their timing was good, and there were two seats just opening up at the bar.

He tried to look comfortable. He had only been in a bar once before—last weekend. He was nineteen, but he had the brilliant idea of using his older brother’s birth certificate get himself a fake driver’s license that said he was twenty-two. His brother didn’t know, and of course, he had to use his brother’s name on the id, but it had his picture on it. As long as he didn’t do something stupid, like get himself arrested, he was good.

“I’ll have a glass of champagne,” she said.

Classy! “I’ll have a beer,” he managed to say.

“Draft or bottle?”

He paused a second. “What kind of draft?”

The man listed off a bunch of beers he never heard of. He managed to latch on to one of them and repeat it back to the man. Then came the inevitable.

“Can I see an identification, please?” He hadn’t asked for her id, but now his expectant look encompassed both of them. They pulled out their driver’s licenses and handed them, one at a time, to the bartender for the usual inspection.

Chidi tried to look bored with whole id check to hide his nervousness. His id was foolproof, wasn’t it? He didn’t want her seeing it because it said Obi on it, not Chidi. He quickly returned his id to his wallet and was conscious of her doing the same. What’s she hiding?

“So, what do you do for fun?” she asked.

Hmmm! I’d love to demonstrate on you! “Just hang with my friends, mostly.  I like to swim. I play ball too. I like to play guitar, but I’m not really good at it yet. What do you do?”

“Well, lately it mostly just work.”

“That doesn’t sound like fun.”

“It’s not. I… oh, never mind.” When Segun was alive they partied a lot. This year she hadn’t done much at all for fun. I really should take the kids travelling, whether Doris wants to go or not.

She seems a million miles away. Why did she bring me along?

Their drinks arrived and they both sipped, glad for the diversion.

She absentmindedly ran her fingers through her hair, brushing back her hair. Her finger sparkled.

He suddenly paid attention. His subconscious mind was flashing a warning about something.

Her ring! She’s married! He double-checked. Yes, that’s the marriage finger. She had a huge diamond ring along with a band. Damn! I knew it was too good to be true. Why didn’t I notice that earlier? He was not used to looking for a ring. At his age, it was rare that he met a girl who was married. His hopes for the evening evaporated.

He questioned again whether she could be undercover police. Maybe she’s trying to bust me for underage drinking? No, she’s not a cop. She’s way too classy. She wasn’t police.

“What do you want to eat?” she asked, pushing a menu toward him.

She’s buying me a beer. She’s buying me food. “I feel weird about you paying for everything,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it,” I’ll get it out of you in trade, I hope!

It was easy to look at him, he was so fine! It was not, however, easy to make conversation with him. I don’t want to talk to you, I just want to fuck you. How do I get you in my bed tonight?

She took a deep, audible breath and let it out slowly.

Fuck, she is sexy! Do I care that she’s married? Watch yourself, dude.

“Do you want to share something? Why don’t you pick? I like everything.” He pushed the menu back to her.

She studied the menu while he studied her curves and tried to calm his cock down.

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