The dining room was abuzz.  The attractive wait staff in crisp white shirts and black slacks flitted about like busy worker bees as Gloria and I picked away at our Caesar salads.  I enjoy our weekly lunches at Gino’s.  The food is always delicious, and the laughs are always a delight.

One of the things I love most about my scandalously beautiful, blond-haired, blue-eyed “Besty” is her honesty.  She tells it like it is.  Many people would find her intimidating; I find her amusing.  At forty-seven, she is the poster child for why exercise, a vegetarian diet, and drinking non-alcohol beverages keep a body fit and “fuckable” as my husband Johnny would say.  Of course, being married to a tech billionaire doesn’t hurt.

The Salad was cool and crisp with a hint of lemon.

“Tell me something you have done sexually that you have never told anyone. I won’t tell a soul,” Gloria said as I savored my tangy salad.

I smiled. “Hmm, I’d have to give that some thought. I’ve done a lot of things I have never told anyone. You tell me something you’ve done that you have kept secret.”

Gloria took a sip of her mineral water. “There is one thing that comes to mind that I am not particularly proud of.”

I smiled again.  “And what might that be?”

Gloria chuckled. “The day I met my husband.”

“Oh, do tell, I’m all ears”, I replied with an inquisitive smile.

I sat spellbound as Gloria shared her secret with me.

An hour later, I was so wet, I wanted to rub one out right there under the table. I asked her for permission to write a story about her secret to share with others.  I assured her that I would change the names, places, and dates so that everyone would remain anonymous. She agreed, provided she could review and edit it before it was published.   

This is Gloria's secret, as she shared it with me in her own words.

It all started about twenty years ago at a black-tie fundraiser, while I was living in Denver.  I was working for a large tech firm at the time and was taking a break from guys after having suffered through a three-year dysfunctional relationship. 

It had been nearly six months since I had been on a date, and to be honest, I was getting tired of my dildo and was more than ready to get laid.

A gorgeous man, named Michael, was sitting next to me at an eight-person round table.  His date, an attractive Asian woman whom he introduced as his wife, Shea, was sitting on the other side of him.  He was a good-looking surfer type, with a sparkling smile and kind green eyes. He had me laughing the whole night, much to his wife’s dismay. 

As the evening ended and we all stood to leave, Michael shook my hand and covertly passed his business card into the palm of my hand.  He mouthed the words, “call me”, just before he turned to walk away with his lovely wife on his arm.

I did not know whether to be disgusted or intrigued.  By the time I got home and set Michael’s card on my kitchen table, I was indeed intrigued.   Did I feel bad about his wife? Yes, but not bad enough to not call him the next day.  As I said, I wanted to get laid, and he met all my criteria for what I suspected would make for some great sex.  Married or not.

After I arrived at my office the next morning, I had my usual cup of coffee, then pulled Michael’s card out of my purse and held it in my hand.  My heart pounded in my chest at the thought of a clandestine rendezvous with my new friend.  I was not looking for a relationship, just a no-strings-attached good time.  He could keep his beautiful wife, and we could enjoy some innocent fun together.  Well, maybe not so innocent, but certainly nothing that would interfere with his marriage.  I never considered myself a family wrecker, even though I had previously enjoyed more than a few sexual rendezvous with married men who were undernourished sexually by their wives.  I considered myself an exotic, sexually nutritious meal when it came to unfaithful married men.

His card read: Michael C. Gardner, Chief Financial Officer.   What a sexy title, I thought to myself as I punched his number into my cell phone.  My mouth was dry, and I was ridiculously nervous as the receptionist answered the phone.  I could barely say Michael’s name.  After a few seconds, a familiar voice came on the line.

“Michael Gardner”, the voice on the other end of the line said matter-of-factly.

“Hi, Michael, it’s Gloria, from last night.”

“Oh, oh, yeah, Gloria. Hi, so glad you called.  How are you?”

“I’m fine, how are you?” I replied

“Fine, just fine, thanks.  What can I do for you?”

I did not know how to respond and was beginning to wonder if it was a bad idea to call. “Uh, I was wondering if maybe you might like to meet for a cup of coffee sometime.”

There was an awkward silence on the other end of the line. My heart pounded in my chest.  I scrunched my face in self-disgust at my forwardness. 

Michael finally spoke.  His voice had a warm, friendly tone.  “Uh, sure, I’d love to?  What are you doing later this afternoon?”

I was over the moon. “Uh, I’m open, where and when?”.

“How about we meet at The Naked Gorilla around two.  Does that work for you?”

“Perfect, I love The Gorilla,” I replied with a smile.

He did not miss a beat. “What’s not to love about a Naked Gorilla?  See you at two.”

“I look forward to it, see you then,” I said, and with that, I sank into my chair with a sigh of relief.

I very seldom wore dating clothes to the office.   Double-breasted power suits were my thing, so I went home at lunch, took another shower, and changed into a tight-fitting, short, multi-colored summer dress and sandals. 

 My stomach was churning at the thought of meeting Michael.  I felt like a bad girl.  Like I was being unfaithful, even though he was the one being unfaithful.  Then I thought it was alright, that he was not being unfaithful, that he was going to meet a friend for coffee.  I still felt a slight tinge of guilt, or perhaps it was a hint of excitement.  Either way, it felt naughty, and even if we did end up in bed, he would get a nourishing experience without any residual consequences.  

I took a seat outside The Naked Gorilla on the sidewalk.  A wrought iron fence separated us, coffee fiends, from the pedestrian traffic.  Cars, bikes, and motorcycles all vied for position on the two-lane street. A warm June breeze filled the air as I ordered a macchiato and waited for Michael. 

The Naked Gorilla was a legend in Denver.  A massive, twelve-foot-tall bronze Gorilla in a Buddha pose sat inside the entrance, smiling with a large coffee mug in its hands, overflowing with cash. It was a custom to tithe to the big monkey God upon leaving.  The money was divided among the staff at the end of each day.   The place was always packed.

My macchiato had just arrived at my table as Michael strode up. “Hey, you made it.”  He said as he bent down to hug me.

He smelled of cinnamon as I felt his hands gently rub my back.  I wondered if he could tell I wasn’t wearing a bra. 

“Yep, I made it," I said as I noticed how sharply he was dressed in a polo shirt and jeans.

We made small talk and flirted with each other.  I was beginning to think perhaps he wanted me as much as I wanted him.   When I told him that I had not had sex for almost half a year.  He took hold of my hand, and a rush of sexual energy hit me so hard, I thought I would cum right there on the spot. 

I could feel the wetness between my legs grow as he smiled, squeezed my hand, and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Maybe we should do something about that.”

My stomach was doing flip-flops as he looked across the street and back to me with a mischievous grin, then back across the street again.  He was looking at a small, two-story pink building with a lime-green door. Across the top of the building, in lime green lettering, it read, PEPPERMINT FROG ADULT NOVELTIES.

He looked at me, then I looked at him.  “Seriously?  You want to go in there?”  I asked in disbelief.

“Why not? It might be fun.”

I could not believe what he was saying.  “Have you been in that place before?”

He chuckled. “No, but there is always a first time for everything. Have you?”  He asked accusingly.

I had to laugh. “Me? No.”  I was becoming increasingly aroused as he spoke.

“So that makes two of us. Let’s go, it will be an adventure.  You look like a person who likes adventure, let’s go for it.”

I squeezed his hand. “Let’s do it, you go ahead and go in first, and I’ll be right behind in a few minutes,” I replied, narrowing my eyes in determination.

Michael bent over the table and kissed me.  Another surge of energy hit me and took my breath away. He got up, threaded his way through the traffic, and disappeared through the lime green door across the street.  

My heart pounded with anticipation at the thought of going into the Peppermint Frog with my new friend.  I was so horny, I could barely stand it, as I sat there waiting another couple of minutes before getting up and walking across the street.

I looked around before opening the door and entering.  Inside, it was nothing like what I had expected.  It was rather pleasant, aside from the slight aroma of disinfectant.  Row upon row of porn movies ran the length of the room.  An archway led to another room in the back where hundreds of sex toys, racks of lingerie, and buckets of condoms, cock rings, and dildoes filled the room.  

An attractive goth girl, adorned with numerous pieces of hardware in her face and tattoos that ran down her arms to her fingertips, greeted me.

“Can I help you find something?”  The lovely girl asked as I took in her body art, wondering where else on her exquisite body was tattooed or pierced.  I could only imagine.

“Uh, I’m looking for a friend.”

The girl smiled and pointed to the stairway at the back of the room.  “Friends are all upstairs.  Have fun.”

As I skirted past her, I could smell the distinctive aroma of bergamot and amber.  I could not help but think she smelled delicious.  I wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled. Looking around at all the sex toys and the lovely, tattooed girl in her black fish net thigh highs, Doc Martin boots, and micro mini skirt that barley covered her milky white ass, I became dizzy with lust.

I wondered if the girl was ogling my ass the way I was her ass as I slowly walked up the stairs to where I hoped to find Michael.

“Hey, there you are, you made it,” Michael said as he reached over and took hold of my hand.  He was standing in front of a chest-high counter.  Behind the counter was yet another goth girl, equally as beautiful as the other.  I could not help but stare at her lovely, firm breasts sporting a pair of barbells in her perfectly pink nipples through her transparent black shirt. Again, I felt myself grow wetter.

A large, expressionless, bald, middle-aged man in a skin-tight white t-shirt and jeans stood guard next to a doorway draped with a burgundy curtain.  He reminded me of the Mr. Clean version of the Secret Service.

“Would you like a couple of booths?”  The gorgeous goth creature asked.  Her tongue was pierced through with a small barbell, giving her speech a sexy slur.

Michael spoke up.  “Uh, we would like one booth for the two of us.”

I nearly came right there on the spot when he spoke the words.

“I’m sorry, but only one person is allowed in a booth at a time.”

"We only need one booth, not two.  There must be exceptions.”

The girl sighed as though she had heard the same request hundreds of times.  “I’m sorry, it is state law. We can’t allow it.  What I can do, though, is give you each a VIP booth for your full enjoyment.”

Michael looked down at me.  “So, what do you think?  We have come this far. Should we go for it?”

 “Sure, why not. It might be fun.”  I was smiling, but inside I was aching. I wanted to go into a booth with Michael and just let him have his way with me.  I was so damned turned on. I wanted to feel him inside me. As disappointed as I was, I was confident that we would be able to hook up later.  Maybe, if he agreed, we could go back to my place, or a hotel afterwards.

“Would you like thirty minutes or an hour?”  The girl asked.

Michael looked down at me. I shrugged. 

“Make it an hour, just in case,” Michael said as he put his arm around me.

As the girl gave Michael his credit card back, the lovely goth being gave us instructions as though she was reading from a script, “Mr. Jackson will escort you to your booths.  Once inside, please lock the door for your added privacy.  There will be a remote to turn on the TV and change channels for your viewing pleasure.  We ask that you kindly clean up after yourself and dispose of any tissues and other waste in the trash receptacle provided. You will have an hour.  If you have not vacated the booth within your allotted time, Mr. Jackson will knock on your door before entering and request that you leave. Any questions?”

Once again, Michael looked down at me.  I shook my head no.

“No, no questions,” Michael replied as we turned toward the doorway.   

Mr. Jackson held the curtain aside to let us enter. Once through the doorway, he finally spoke. “Follow me.”  That was all he said as we began to walk down a narrow hallway. 

Every surface was painted black.   Dim red lights lit the dark corridor.  I could hear moaning coming from the rooms as Mr. Jackson led the way.   

Michael held my hand tightly as we came to a stop in front of a door.  “This one is for you, little lady,” Mr. Jackson said with a big smile as he held the door open. “Be sure and lock it and have fun.” 

He chuckled as I stepped inside, looking back at Michael.  “I’ll meet you back at the Gorilla,” I said just before the door closed.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there”.  I heard Michael reply through the thin door.

I was alone and could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I locked the door.  I was scared, yet at the same time, I was excited. 

The room was like the hallway, jet black and almost entirely dark.  A single deep amber light barely shone down from the center of the small room. The room was about five by five feet. 

On the wall to my left was a small shelf that projected out from the wall about eight inches at waist height.  Above it was a small 24-inch flat screen TV.  On the shelf were a box of tissues, a small, unopened bottle of lubricant, a bottle of water, and a remote control for the TV.  A small stool with a clean, white terry-cloth towel sat below the shelf.

Now I knew what went on inside the Peppermint Frog—a lot of horny guys jacking off.

I set my phone purse on the shelf, picked up the remote control, and turned on the TV.  I was greeted by a scene that sent shock waves directly to my loins.   A beautiful, dark-haired beauty lay on her back in the back seat of a car.  Her legs spread wide.  Her dress was completely unbuttoned and open. Her beautiful, firm breasts were fully exposed as she fingered her equally gorgeous pussy.  Through the side window of her car, two guys were watching her while stroking their lovely hard cocks.

The scene reminded me of a time when I was in college, and I went on a hike with a guy who drove a window van with a fully carpeted floor in the back.   We drove up to the mountains, and after our hike, we were exhausted, so we lay down in the back of his van and fell asleep. When I woke up, he was pressed against me, feeling me up under my shirt.  In short order, we were making out and took off our shirts. 

A young couple in a pickup drove into the deserted trailhead parking lot and parked right next to us. It turned me on knowing they could see us.  My friend was equally turned on, and in no time, we both were naked in full view of the couple.  I could look right over and up at them as my friend kissed my breasts.  I watched as the girl crawled onto her guy’s lap and pulled her shirt over her head. She had small, nicely shaped breasts with the most perfect nipples.

 I spread my legs as wide as my friend licked his way down my belly.  I wanted to give them a good look at me. It was apparent that they were getting off on the scene as she ground herself onto his lap, then crawled off and appeared to be removing her pants before crawling back onto his lap.

 We watched each other, as my friend kissed his way back up my belly, got on his knees and stroked his cock as he looked down at me.  I rolled over, got on my knees and lowered my mouth to his cock.  I knew the couple was watching me as I sucked his cock deep into my throat.  I gave them quite a lesson in how to give a proper blowjob.

I looked up and smiled at the girl as I lay back down and spread my legs.  My friend was still on his knees and gently stroked his cock as he rubbed it against my more than wet and willing opening, before sliding all the way into me and fucking me with abandon.

I could tell the girl had lowered herself down on her man’s cock and was now bouncing up and down with her mouth open as we locked eyes.  Both of us were getting our brains fucked out at the same time.

I could no longer hold back.  My body convulsed in orgasmic pleasure as I watched the girl throw her head back and cum at the same time. My friend pulled his cock from me and stroked himself until he came all over my breasts and belly, before collapsing in a spent heap next to me.  The girl and I smiled at each other in post orgasmic bliss as I lay there with my legs spread wide, gently rubbing my friend’s cum all over my breasts, belly and well fucked pussy.

I had never been that turned on before.  After the experience in the van, I found that exhibitionism was a significant turn-on for me.  It still drives me wild today, knowing that others enjoy watching me in the throes of orgasmic pleasure.

As I watched the scene unfold on the screen, I became increasingly aroused, and before I knew it, my fingers were working their magic.  I had to muffle my moans as I worked myself up.  I pulled the stool out from the wall, pulled my dress up around my waist, and stepped out of my panties, placing them on the shelf.  As I put my foot up on the stool to spread my legs, I turned a little to my right.  Now that the room was a bit brighter with the TV lighting it up, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a hole about the size of my fist in the wall, and through it an eyeball staring at me.  I knew instantly what it was: a glory hole.  I froze and did not move.  I had heard about glory holes but had never actually seen one before.  Glory holes in my book were reserved for very naughty girls.  I was naughty, but not glory hole naughty. Glory hole naughty was way beyond my pay grade.  Or so I thought at the time.

All at once, it dawned on me why Michael was not upset about not being able to share the same booth.  He was aware of the glory holes and knew we would still be able to have some naughty fun, and that's exactly what I was going to give him.

Another wave of energy shot through me as I relaxed, knowing it was Michael next door, and not some random pervert ogling me.  I was pretty sure he didn't think I had seen him spying on me.  I could feel my wetness grow, knowing he was watching me.  I turned slightly to the side to give him a better view and kept my eye glued to the TV, being sure not to look in his direction. I was going to give him a show he would never forget.

I slipped the spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulders and down my arms, then pulled my dress down to my belly, exposing my naked breasts.  My nipples were hard and swollen just like my labia. As I watched the sex scene unfold on the TV, I opened my legs even wider while fingering myself and spread my juicy, swollen lips even wider for Michael to get a better view.

I grew wetter and wetter, and the sounds my fingers made inside my damp pussy echoed off the walls and I’m sure into the hall.  Moaning was coming from other rooms as we all indulged in our pleasure.  I wondered how many men were jacking off or getting pleasured through the holes in their booths as I fingered myself to a near orgasm for Michael’s viewing pleasure.

I decided to confront Michael.  I took my foot off the stool and spread the towel over it. I scooted it to within a couple of feet of the hole, stepped out of my dress, sat down on the stool, and spread my legs as wide as I could. He was staring at my wet, swollen center as I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, moving my hands down to spread myself open for him.

One, two, three of my slick fingers were inside me now, showing him how ready I was for pleasure. I finger fucked myself within inches of the hole, so close he could almost lick me if his tongue had been long enough. As I stared at him, I moved my one hand up and down my body, while I fingered myself with the other.  

As I was getting lost in my pleasure, he disappeared and in place of his eye, the most beautiful fully erect penis I had ever seen came protruding through the wall followed by a pair of smooth-shaven testicles like two ripe peaches.  His shaft was long and thick, just the size I like. The head was large and round like a large, delicious mushroom.  I knew he would fit perfectly inside me. 

I slowly bent forward from the stool and took his lovely cock in my hands and gently stroked it.  It twitched at my touch as my mouth began to water at the thought of sucking into my mouth.

The smooth, soft skin of his rock-hard cock against the palm of my hands sent shivers of desire down my spine. I could feel myself beginning to drip slightly onto the towel.  It had been so long since I touched a real live cock.  I had not realized how much I missed the feel of man flesh.  I leaned forward and licked a small drop of precum from the tip, savoring its sweetness before sliding my mouth down his shaft until his balls were pressed firmly against my chin.

I so hoped his wife would not learn of our secret time together as I just let his cock lie in my throat twitching.  I knew I could make him cum in less than a minute if I wanted to, but I wanted him to last.  To savor the erotic moment of both of us being naughty.  Glory hole naughty.

I began to move his cock in and out.  All the way out to my lips, then back down deep into my throat.  I could hear Michael moan as I pleasured his extraordinary manhood.  I wondered if his wife, Shea could suck his cock the way I was sucking it.  I had to believe that if she could, he would not have his cock protruding through a glory hole and down my throat instead of hers.

I continued to lick the full length of his rigid shaft as he moaned on the other side of the wall.  I was lost in the moment enjoying every inch of my new friend’s cock and the feel of my fingers pleasuring myself.

My forehead hit the wall as I hungrily took Michael’s cock back down my throat and became fully conscious of the fact that I was giving a virtual stranger a blowjob through a glory hole in one of the most notorious places in Denver.  Doing something no virtuous, respectable woman would ever consider doing.  I realized I loved it.  I loved being there in that booth, doing something I had never done before.  Going beyond where I had ever gone before.  I was alive with pure sexual lust running through my veins.  There was no place I would rather be than in that skanky glory hole booth, giving a blowjob to a guy, I did not even know.

I was beyond the point of no return and about to cum.  I so wanted to feel Michael’s beautiful cock inside me. Sucking a cock is one thing, fucking a cock is entirely different thing altogether.  It had been so long since I had felt warm human flesh inside my body, that I was going to forgo yet another rubber fucking with my dildo and go for the real thing. 

I stood up, pulled the stool away from the wall, and turned around.   I backed my ass up until I felt the tip of Michael’s cock press against my ass, I backed up further while reaching between my spread legs and help him slide his manhood into my slippery center.  He slowly teased me with just the tip. The large mushroom head of his gorgeous cock sliding slowly in and out of me.

The way Michael was just sliding an inch or so in and out of me reminded me again of my college days when my best friend, Cindy and I decided it was not fucking if it was “just the tip”.  We agreed that as long as we just let our dates slip no more than the tip in, technically, we were not having sex.  So, based on my college criteria, Michael was not technically fucking me yet, just like the countless guys in college who technically never fucked Cindy and me.

Michael turned out to be a master. He would slide just the very tip of his cock in, then pull it all the way out and rub the slippery mushroom head up and down my juicy slit, then rub it around my clit in circles until I was ready to explode.  He would then press against my swollen opening and slip in once again, until just the head of his cock was inside me, and slowly move in and out inch or so.  My knees grew week, and my heart pounded in my chest as I kept pressing my ass so hard against the wall, I thought I would push it over trying to get him to slide farther into my body.

I was out of my mind with desire for him to thoroughly fuck me.  I wanted his cock inside me all the way up to his balls.  Never had I wanted a man to fuck me as badly as I wanted Michael to fuck me at that moment. I was at the point where even if it had been a complete stranger’s cock, I would have let him fuck me to oblivion.  It was not a matter of wanting to be fucked, it was now a matter of needing to be fucked.

He continued to pleasure me with the head of his cock, then out of the blue when I least expected it, he slipped his cock so deeply into me, I could feel it pressing against my womb.  I gasped as I moved away, making him slide out, then backed up to him, sending rivers of energy through me as he once again thrust into me.  I pressed my ass against the wall, leaned forward onto the stool as Michael began fucking me in earnest.  In and out, in and out.  We were both moaning loudly as we fucked.  The sound of his balls slapping against my ass along with our moans echoing against the walls.

I was out of my mind, lost in the feeling of being impaled on Michael’s incredible cock. I was getting fucked, really fucked.  Fucked the way I needed to be fucked.  After six long months of abstinence, I was finally getting what I desired more than anything.  The best fuck of my life.

I felt myself building to an orgasm as Michael pounded into my hot dripping pussy.  I wondered if he fucked Shea the way he was fucking me now.  I thought not or it would be her pussy against the glory hole instead of mine.  I could barely catch my breath as I felt his cock moving in and out of me.  I yelled out as I began to cum.  “Oh god, yes, yes, yes, harder, harder, fuck me, fuck me.”

“Oh yeah, yeah baby, yeah, fuck yeah”, Michael yelled as he began to cum.  He pressed himself hard into me and I could feel his warm cum shoot into me, filling me to the point it was oozing out of me and down my thighs.  He thrust several more times moaning as he came, then let his cock slowly and naturally slide out from inside me.

I fell onto my knees with my chest on the stool.  I could feel his warm cum pouring out of me down my legs which were still spread wide, as my breathing began to slow.

I reached up to the shelf and grabbed my panties.  I wiped the cum from my legs and pussy until my panties were completely soaked. I turned and looked at the hole. Cum dripped down the wall. I took my panties and pushed them through the hole, stood up, and made good use of the tissues before putting my dress back on.

I looked at my watch; it had been nearly an hour since I entered the booth.  I let my heart slow down a bit more, took a deep breath, and drank half the bottle of water in one long gulp, then unlocked the door to leave. 

Mr. Jackson was standing outside.  He motioned for me to go in the direction he was pointing. “Thanks for coming, have a great rest of your day.” He said with a huge smile.  I had to chuckle at what he had just said.

I made my way back across the street to meet up with my new friend who just completely fucked me crazy. Michael was sitting outside at the same table where we had met.  I waved to him, and he gave me a huge smile as he waved back.  He looked much calmer, having cum.

Before I could sit down and talk with my new friend/lover, I felt an immediate need to go inside to pee and sop up the cum before it dripped down my thighs.  After all I was wearing a dress that barely covered my ass.   I need to use the restroom.  I’ll be right back,” I said with a mischievous smile as I strode by Michael.

“I’ll be right here. What would you like to drink?”  He asked before I rushed off.

“A Macchiato, please”.  I yelled as I disappeared into the Gorilla.

I peed and finished cleaning myself up as best I could.  I was a bit paranoid not wearing any panties with the amount of cum Michael so enjoyed depositing inside my body.  I had had sex with a lot of guys, but never had I been with a guy who came that much.   I was hoping it wouldn't start dripping down my legs again later.

When I returned to the table, an attractive, well-dressed man in a very expensive suit was seated with Michael.  “Uh, Gloria, I’d like you to meet my boss, our President, and CEO, Rod Channing.”

 I stuck out my hand to shake Rod’s.  I could not help but feel a bit sheepish for shaking the hand of Michael’s boss with the same hand that had just fondled Michael’s cock and my pussy.  Even so, it still turned me on a little.

“Pleasure to meet you,” I said with a smile, a bit concerned he would figure out what Michael and I had just been up to.

“I don’t mean to intrude.  I was walking by and saw Michael sitting here all alone and thought he might like some company.  I had no idea he was stepping out with a beautiful woman. So, how exactly is it that you two know each other?” Rod asked with a devilish grin.

My heart nearly exploded.  I could feel my face grow red.  We were flat out busted.  Michael and I both looked at each other.  I kept my mouth shut and let Michael take the lead.

“Uh, Gloria is my cousin.  We grew up together in Seattle.” 

Rod smiled, looking at me as he spoke.  “First cousins?”

“Um, yeah, first cousins,” I replied, looking down at my Macchiato and unable to meet his gaze.

“I thought you were adopted, Michael,” Rod said questioningly.

Michael was clearly struggling to respond.  I put my hand on his arm, as if to say, let me handle this. “It’s complicated,”  I said with a smile.

Rod looked at Michael, then at me, smiled, and then said. “So, if you two are first cousins, then it would be fair for me to ask you, Gloria, if you aren’t involved with anyone, if you might join me for dinner tomorrow evening.”

Michael looked at Rod, then at me. I looked at Michael, then at Rod.  Rod kept looking at me for an answer.  There was an uncomfortable silence as I stared into Rod’s beautiful green eyes as I thought it over. I decided to go for it.  Michael was one heck of a lover, but was married, and I liked the sound of the letters CEO and how they just rolled effortlessly off my tongue. Besides, everyone in the tech world knew the name Rod Channing, and it wasn’t every day that a girl got to be invited to dinner with a billionaire.

“Yes, I’d love to have dinner with you,” I said with a smile.

“Perfect,” Rod said as he stood to leave. “I’ll get your number from Michael and call you later to shore up the details.”

“Michael doesn’t have my phone number,” I said before thinking.

“Why not?” Rod said, confused. “You two are cousins.”

“It’s complicated,” Michael and I said at the same time.  Looking at each other in disbelief.

I dug into my phone purse and handed Rod my card with an inviting smile.

“See you at the office later, Michael, and you, I will see you for dinner tomorrow evening,” Rod said before walking away.

Michael and I sat in silence for a moment as the noise of the cars and people roared around us. I could tell he was hurt that I was going to dinner with his boss.

“So, did you have fun in your booth?” Michael asked.

“You should know, you were there,” I said with a smile, trying to ease the tension.

“Where?”  Michael asked with a confused expression.

“You know,” I said, getting a bit confused myself.

“No, I don’t believe I do know.  What is it exactly I’m supposed to know?”

It was as though a bolt of lightning struck me as I sat there looking at Michael and the two empty Latte cups in front of him.

“Um, how long had you been sitting here before Rod showed up?”  I asked as I took a sip of my Macchiato.

“Why?” he asked curiously.

“Just curious,” I replied

“Pretty close to an hour.  I think you may have enjoyed yourself more than I did.  You were up there a long time,”  Michael said as he fondled his empty cup.

“How long were you in your booth?”  I asked, getting concerned.

“Not more than five minutes. I took one look at that filthy booth and came right back here, waiting for you. What took you so long to get back here?”  Michael asked.

Before I could answer him, I looked down at the ground beside my left foot, and there was my pair of soaking wet panties.  My heart skipped a beat, and instantly, I knew I was in for one hell of a dinner the next night with the CEO.