“I’ll get it.” I relented. As I grabbed the bill, she smiled at me. I covered the bill and the tip, and once we finished off the wine, we made our way out. She shook her butt at me as she walked. I noticed she gave the girl at the front a smirk as she walked. The girl flashed a disgusted look at Gina. I was confused by this as I walked out. I made my way to the driver’s side, until she turned and out her hand on my chest.
“Uh uh. You promised.” She said, holding out her hand. I didn’t know what she was talking about. Then, I remembered. I pulled out my car keys and put them in her palm. She smiled.
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“Holy shit! Slow the fuck down!” I ordered her.
“HA HA! Never, babe!” She yelled back, shifting gears with her right hand. This woman was nuts. She was driving 110 on the highway, a road other people were on. She was passing people right and left. People were honking and flipping us off.
“Gina, slow down! We could get pulled over.” I told her.
“It’ll be fine, baby.” She said, laughing. We finally approached the off ramp we had to turn on, so she slowed down enough to make the turn. Amazingly enough, we were able to reach my neighborhood without getting arrested. As she pulled into my driveway and put the car in park, she turned and said, “That’s how it’s done.”
I carried her bag into the house as she took a look around. Then, suddenly, she turned and looked right at me.
“So, do you fuck on the first date?” she said, staring holes through me. I immediately start to choke on my own spit. She started to laugh.
“Honey, I’m joking. What have I been trying to tell you? You need to loosen up.” She told me. “To be honest honey, I’m beat. I think I’m ready to turn in for the night. Mind showing me where I’ll be sleeping?” she asked.
“Yeah, of course.” I told her. I led her upstairs and took her to the guest room. She looked in, smiled, and turned to me.
“Thanks, honey.” She said, giving me a peck on the cheek. “Good night.” She told me, closing the door. I felt disappointed for some reason. I didn’t know why I felt like I expected more to happen tonight. Everything felt strangely calm after such a busy day. It was an unusual calm after the storm. Part of me realized I might be in the eye of Hurricane Gina. The worst might still be coming. I headed over to my room and decide to go to bed early, too.
I tossed and turned, not really able to get comfortable. It’s gonna be one of those nights. I could tell already. I decide to pull out my laptop and cruise the internet a little bit. I started to think back to what Dr. White told me. Why did she try to insist I had some MILF fetish? It was like she was trying to push that idea into my head. Trying to instill into me that I am into older women. I’m not. I mean, yes, I find Gina to be unbelievably attractive and sexy. I think somehow Dr. White could sense this. I wasn’t attracted to Gina because she was an older woman. I was attracted to her because she was hot. Being older didn’t hurt matters. Her sexiness combined with the fact that she was 46 and as hot as anyone I’d ever seen didn’t hurt matters. The thought of all the experience she must have. She had a body that no younger woman could compete with. Only an older woman could have a body like hers. Massive yet perky breasts. A tight, round ass. A gorgeous face, with not a wrinkle on it. Long, curvy, sexy legs. Gorgeous hair. An older woman has to conquer the affects of nature itself to look as good as she does. She had to work damn hard to look that good. But the reward was worth all the work. Her reward was that hot fucking body. And with a body like that, lots of sex was inevitable. I have no doubt that Gina gets laid constantly. She must know all the right moves. She must know what’s good and what’s bad. She must be an expert in sex. And with all of the sex she has, it was impossible to not constantly be flirting. That kind of thing can’t be turned off. No MILF could turn it off. Taking this all in, I came to a realization. MILF’s must be the peak sexual creatures.