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The friends we had were all married. No one really knew what to say to the poor young widow, so they didn't say much of anything. But I could ask you the same question. Why is such a handsome young man still single?"
For the first time, Eric suddenly looked uncomfortable. Placing his napkin on the table, he poured more wine in both of our glasses then drew a long drink from his.
"I, ah, I've been alone for a while also. Not quite as long as you."
"You don't have to talk about something you'd rather not, Eric."
"Not talking about it is why I'm alone. In fact, I thought about not going through with seeing you tonight."
"Ok. I'm intrigued."
Eric sighed as he reached across the table for my hand. His fingers were strong and warm and I wanted them to touch me everywhere.
"My work -- the modelling. It's really just a side job." He stared at our intertwined fingers as he spoke quietly. "My brother and I run an escort service. I provide companionship. Professionally." He looked up at my face, expectantly, warily.
"So you have some weird fetish for lonely widows then?"
He smiled, laughing softly. "No. Getting a date with one of those takes more work than that." His hands squeezed mine gently. "I didn't intend to mislead her, Maggie. It's just that by the time I figured out things were getting serious it was too late. I lied too many times to ever be able to make it right."
"Did you tell her, or did you just disappear?"
"I told her. And I promised myself that I'd never put myself in that position again. I'm not ashamed of what I do, and I won't live a double life."
I nodded. "I know something about double lives."
"Mmm. Now I'm intrigued. But you may prefer that I tell you a little more before you go sharing secrets with me."
"All right. I haven't fainted yet."
"All of my clients are men."
"You do throw a hell of a curve ball, Eric, " I paused, pressing my leg against his, "but I'm the best catcher in the league." I would have fucked him right there on the table. I had had plenty of sexual experiences with women myself, and found nothing unappealing about men loving men. Rather, the rawness of it excited me. I was growing more and inflamed. Eric signaled the waiter.
"The dessert they serve here isn't the kind we want."
"No. I drove."
Leaving cash for the waiter, Eric whisked me out of the dining room. He was boldly erect as we strode through the parking lot to his car. He'd taken off his jacket as we walked and tossed it into the back seat. His car smelled of leather and men's cologne. He didn't even close the car door before touching me. His mouth fell upon mine, open and eager, our tongues exploring urgently. My skin was on fire beneath his strong hands, my sex damp and hungry. My legs parted as he kissed down my neck and over my collarbone. Every part of my body screamed for his touch. He loosened his tie.
"We can't go to my place. Todd's home. We can get a room somewhere."
"Only if you're ok with that."
"Let's just get there."
The car slipped quietly past street lights and side streets. Eric unfastened his belt, at last allowing me access to his tantalizing erection. Freed from the restriction of his trousers, Eric moaned, shifting in his seat. We were on the expressway; there was time to know the taste and scent of him. I enveloped his stony hard cock in my mouth. He stroked my soft thick hair and I consumed him as a ravenous she-wolf would devour the fox. His cock touched the back of my throat. Opening it, I bore down deeper still. The thick smell of man filled my nostrils, feeding my desire, driving my lust. Eric's hips lurched upward and his cock was fully inside my mouth. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me upward.
"When I get you home, I'm gonna undress you real slow. Real slow." He released my hair, firmly stroking my neck and down into my dress. My nipples stiffened with arousal, yearning for the feel of his skin. His fingers toyed with the edges of my bra, driving me mad with wanting.
"You're teasing me," I whispered.
"Not for much longer.