CORRECTION ASSERTIVE WENCH

ASSERTIVE WENCH

I caught my live-in partner in an affair and things went awfully as her and her supervisor went into overdrive trying to make every mutual acquaintance believe something perfectly fine and wholesome had led to their affair and my misery. We parted and for a time I stayed to myself. Then during a casual conversation with a colleague the suggestion was made that I try to return to the active romantic scene through a dating service they were registered with. I agreed to give it a try.
This service allows searches to be made by a lot of categories, but since my strongest preference is for svelte damsels with some obvious erotic tone and sophistication I expected my pool of prospects would be quite small. One evening I logged on and there was a notification that a woman had selected me as a compatible date. I pulled up her profile. She was a decade older, very pretty, quite shapely and met her claim to be athletic. All of her pictures were of her either in ball gowns or shots that looked like Kentucky Derby wear. However the last image was puzzling. Very close beside her was this Hispanic fellow in a very expensive suit with very long hair whose face seemed made up for a television commercial. After looking at it for a while I checked all of her entered data. Nothing about her marital status and a couple of references to her European Jewish background. I decided to reply.
I added to my thumbnail sketch and sent it to her. Within ten minutes she replied and asked me to meet her at a casino to see if we had any chemistry. I said I would come and we met at the buffet. She looked far better in person, but she was wearing the hat and gloves with the designer high heels that matched her belt and shoulder bag so I doubted this ritzy woman was going to continue.
When we got to dessert she put her elbow on the table, leaned over and put her chin in her upturned palm and said, “Tell me the boldest thing you have the nerve to”? My first impulse was to say something gentlemanly but before I realized it I said, “I want you to pull that dress up for me and lower those elegant panties you have on so I can eat your pussy and fuck the piss out of you”! She froze for a few seconds and then covered her mouth and burst out laughing.