One Glass of Champagne

+ 12 minutes later ...

Anyway...

You put on some jeans, boat shoes, a tee and a leather jacket. You
then got into your piece of shit automobile. (You are the type of guy
that doesn't give a flying fuck what people think).

You recall her email: She said meet her at Restaurant Talking Soup
at 1 PM, order one glass of champagne, but don't drink it?

12:50 PM

You walk into this mellow restaurant. They serve international
cuisine and you did as Rosabella instructed. 1 glass of champagne,
but you went ahead and got some soup; the rest you will order later.

You did a quick double take, shrugged, then started eating!

You were busy wolfing your soup down, when a tall
dark blonde taps you on your shoulder and says:

"Champagne, good taste....does it go down well with your food?"

You turn and almost came in your pants! Rosabella was a blonde
bombshell and she was two inches from your face! Her smile was
so sweet, you wanted to put your tongue down her throat! You stand
up and introduce yourself formally:

"Hello Rosabella, I'm Lukas Koenig and
I believe this glass of champagne is for you!"

You wait until she sits, then you called the waiter over to take the
rest of your order and he is to bring Perrier for your meal.

She ordered the same lunch you did.

She said to herself "Um, OK" and started eating!

She inquired a little bit about you. She seemed very relaxed around you,
that made you not only feel good, but you kind of opened up to her. You
went on and told her that you were a Computer Systems Engineer, who is
doing his own thing online. You were glad to have gone on Squirt Dating,
but you now prefer the view in front of you.

With that sweet smile, she said she was a Math Major at the University and
was privately doing PI research; but she believed the sweet cherry pie she
had for him will make him want to go back to school!

At this point you wanted to reach across the table, throw her on it and
give her the most orgasmic experience known to man!

Before your last thought left your head, her foot was firmly planted
between your legs. She said: "No wonder the table started bobbing
up and down! Your quite the man, Lukas. What do you want to do after
this: Number Theory or Anal Sex Theory?"

You glanced around the room to see if anyone was looking, but only the
waiter came over to top off your glasses of drink, and asked if everything
was going well... He did look a bit befuddled why the table was a few
inches off the floor and bobbing!