After two hours of drinking she suddenly announces that it's time for her to get home to her dogs, which given the previous giggling and her comment apropos of nothing obvious that "it's working" is both unexpected and disappointing, but I've certainly had fun, and any time spent on a date with a woman other than my wife, especially an intoxicated giggling woman with an excellent face and enormous breasts, is a victory for spiritual chaos.
"Well this has been really nice," I respond as gentlemanly as possible, pulling out cash for the drinks and signaling the waitress to the booth, "have a safe drive home, and thank you for greatly improving my day."
"Oh," she says, suddenly looking disappointed. "I thought I was driving you back to the office."
Now there's a bus stop across from the bar, which is why I suggested we go here. Makes it easy to get home no matter how drunk I am, and being enough of a drunk that I'm not allowed to drive, I have to think about such things, so my first reaction is to point out the proximity of the bus stop and my ability to walk there.
"Oh," she says again, "I thought I was driving you back to the office."
Now I'm not sure whether she's repeating herself because she's drunk, or whether she's trying to make a point, or maybe both, and while I'm naturally a little argumentative, I'm thinking maybe there's something to this. "Did you want really want to see the office again?" I inquire. Because this was originally my fantasy of the evening that I would sneak her back in on the context of nostalgia for the job she'd quit in the throes of her divorce and we'd find a room with a door, free up those breasts I spent years drooling over and get down to some wild drunken fucking on the carpet.
"I really want to drive you back to the office," she says again, looking down, but not very demure, and fortunately at that moment the waitress shows up, is immensely pleased when I tell her to take the change, and out we go to the car, weaving just a little as we walk. Also fortunately it's a short drive back to the office, where she slides the car into a visitor spot.
"Want to come in and look around?" I ask as I turn to face her.
"In a minute," she says.
So I turn and unbutton her blouse while kissing her, and it's good, warm, wet, hot, groping, out of the car, up against the side of the car, across the parking lot, into the building, kissing on the back stairs, and then against the door to the third floor, nobody around, into my office, yeah there's glass on the door of my office, but who's going to notice, this time of night and we don't bother turning the office light on, where she's down on her knees with my cock in her mouth and those giant wonderful breasts swinging as she sucks me, my hands on her head, pulling her up to kiss me again, but she drags me down to the floor, her pants are off and she's mounting me, riding me, my back against the door, those breasts, those breasts, those breasts, bouncing and waving my hips rising into her as we come and she collapses, heaving against me, leans even closer into me and whispers "and thank you for greatly improving my day".
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