She blushes a pretty red and I have to stop myself from crossing the room and holding her in my arms. “Of course,” she tells me with a smile.

The afternoon flies by and when I get back, we go to a conference room to work. I have her draft a few letters and take some notes of things that need to be completed for the week. After we finish working, I ask her, “You ready for date number two?”

“Sure, what do you have in mind? Do I look okay?” She gestures down at her black dress and jean jacket.

I help her up from her chair and put a small kiss on the end of her nose. “You look perfect. I thought we would just go across the street and grab a bite to eat at the pub.”

“Sounds good. Let me grab my purse.”

When we walk in, I ask for a booth in the corner. The restaurant is dark and it looks like everyone is stopping in after a long day of work, wanting to unwind. We are looking at the menu when Jasmine comes over and sits beside me in the booth. “Long time no see, honey. How have you been?” Her hand strokes up and down my arm and I instantly grit my teeth. I’m embarrassed that this is happening in front of Carrie. Her eyes are huge, staring at me and then at Jasmine, and then at her hand on my arm.

I pull it away from her. “Honey, what would you like to eat?”

She folds the menu and sets it down on the table. “Just a salad would be fine.”

I grit my teeth because I know she’s comparing herself to Jasmine and that’s the last thing she should be doing. Her curvy body is what every one of my dreams are made of.

I hand the menus to Jasmine and order our food, but never take my eyes off of Carrie. “She will have the filet, with a baked potato and a salad. I will have the same. Thanks.”

She is still looking between me and Jasmine and I don’t want her to. I want her eyes on me. When Jasmine walks away with a huff, Carrie looks bewildered. “I think she likes you.”

“She does. But I’m on a date with you,” I tell her.

“Oh, well you, uh, I mean, I don’t want to mess up anything between you and her,” she says shyly.

“There is no me and her. I’m here with you, because that’s where I want to be. There are going to be times where women hit on me. And there will be times that men hit on you, God help them. But I’m going to help you here with this, since I’m supposed to be giving you lessons. If you are out with me and another woman touches me, I don’t want her to. The only hands I want on me are yours, honey.”

“Really?” she asks me hesitantly.

“Really,” I tell her matter-of-factly.

She looks straight at me like she’s trying to see how sincere I am. “Can I come over there and sit next to you?”

I slide farther into the booth. “Absolutely.”

When she slides in next to me, her skirt slides up her thighs. Confidently, she grabs my hand and puts it on her bare thigh. I stroke my finger along her soft skin and my cock about explodes in my pants. I shift in my seat to try and get more comfortable.

When Jasmine brings our food to the table, she sets it down in front of us and walks away. We eat in comfortable silence. Luckily, the steaks are tender and I’m able to cut it with my fork. Because my hand is not leaving her thigh. After we finish eating she’s telling me stories about her college class and her funny instructor. She turns to me, excited, and as she comes closer, my hand slides up her thigh and my fingers graze the edge of her panty covered pussy. We both freeze.

I start to pull away. “I’m sorry…”

“No,” she moans into my ear. “Don’t stop.” And she scoots even closer to me.

“Honey, are you sure?” I ask her hesitantly, but even as I’m waiting on her to answer, I slide my finger along the damp cloth over her lips.

“Yes,” she moans.

I pull her panties to the side and slide my finger through her soaked core.

“Oh, baby, you are so wet,” I tell her as I stroke back and forth.

“I know. I’m always like this when I’m around you. Every day. Even at work,” she admits.

The image of bending her over her desk while I push my cock deep into her folds about makes me come in my pants. I’ll never be able to work now, knowing that she’s wet like this for me.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” I think I know the answer, but I have to ask her anyway.