Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Can’t make it tonight sorry
Work pulled me in for another shift
I’ll make it up to you soon
Promise
x
Josh stood outside the tapas bar, the neon lights shining overhead.
It was hardly fine dining, but he had been looking forward to it. It was quieter than most places, either a well-kept secret or a place with a reputation to be avoided. He hoped it was the latter.
“Would you like a table, sir?” asked a waiter, menu in hand.
“I’m not sure,” he said, wondering if he should bother eating here alone, or wait until Emi was free.
“Well, well, well, fancy seeing you here.”
Josh turned towards the voice and saw that it was Chiho. She was smiling, her slim body poured into a tight-fitting red dress, shoulderless and cut low, from which her large breasts threatened to overflow. Before he could say anything, she moved forward and embraced him, pulling herself tight against his body, her breasts pressed against him as she kissed one cheek and then the other.
His head began to swim with the scent of her sweet perfume and as she released him from her hug, she continued to touch his arms, inspecting him from top to bottom.
“You look good,” she said, “
really good
.”
“Thanks,” he said, “just something I picked up for the trip,” neglecting to mention he had picked up his brand new outfit just this afternoon and had almost forgotten to cut the tags off before he left. “You look really good too, great even.”
She smiled, tilting her head slightly to say both ‘
aren’t you sweet’
and
‘of course I do
.”
“And, of course,” she said, stepping back and letting her hands slip from Josh’s arms, “you know Aiko.” She reached out and touched her friend’s bare arm.
“Hi,” she said, offering a small wave.
“Hi,” he said back, breathless, her beauty leaving him stunned. She was wearing a close-fitting black dress, accentuating the slimness of her body, but still accenting her smaller (especially compared to Chiho), but well-proportioned curves.
“So,” said Chiho, “what brings you here? You on a fancy date?”
“Oh, no,” he said, which was technically the truth now that Emi had cancelled on him, or rather rescheduled, “just wondering what I’m going to do for dinner.”
“Well, if you’re looking for something to eat,” she said, a sly smile arising on her red lips, her slender fingers still stroking Aiko’s bare arm, “then look no further. We’re the
perfect
dining companions, isn’t that right, sweetie?” she asked, turning to Aiko.
Aiko smiled shyly, a far more demure woman than the one he’d met the night before, the one he had fucked on the beach, taking her from behind as she begged him to cum inside her, until his semen was leaking out of her and pooling in her panties as she pulled them tight to her body.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude on your plans,” he said, worrying that Aiko might now be regretting that evening, that she might have been caught up in the thrill of the events and done things she never normally would have done, regretting them now as much as she had enjoyed them at the time.
“Not at all,” said Chiho, “the more the merrier.”
“Well, I…” he began, trying to think of an excuse to leave them be.
“We’d
really
like it if you’d eat with us,” said Aiko, her wide eyes flitting from his face to the ground, “it would be nice to have a bit of company.”
“Well…”
“That settles it,” said Chiho, wrapping her arm around Aiko’s and heading into the restaurant, “table for three please.”
The waiter stood aside and signalled for Josh to go first. After a moment, he went in after them, watching the two women walking before him, Chiho’s hips swaying from side to side, as Aiko’s elegant frame practically gilded next to her.
He watched as Chiho leaned in and whispered something in her friend’s ear, causing Aiko to gasp and let out a little titter, leaving Josh to wonder what he was getting himself into.