a voice in the night

OOC: Jake has not lost his mind, he remembers you're not married, but wants to be sure after hearing your name
 
Michaela

"I'm not married," I pause then chuckle softly, "Oh, my last name, it's a comprimise made by my parents. It's a rather long story." I laugh again eyes dancing at his overt way of assuring I was indeed single.
 
Jake Kmetko

I held out my arm, hoping she'd take it in hers. "Shall we?" I asked.
 
Michaela

"Let's," I say somewhat mirthful as I stand and take his arm, "I'm famished and I hear the dessert choices are to die for." My mind is thinking of the rest of the night with anticipation mingled with something I can't name.
 
Jake Kmetko

"Do you like Italian, Thai food, or would you rather I cooked for you?"
I could feel the warmth of her arm, I was enchanted!
 
"While I'd love to see you cook, I doubt my stomach can wait that long," I chuckle as we weave our way out of the room.
 
"Well, then, let me lead you to a place I like to eat, it's called the Rude Native, and it's fantastic."
I follow behind her out the door and sneak a peek at her firm, round ass. I feel myself drooling, but catch myself before she does.
 
Michaela

"Your car or mine?" I say noting he's trying to look as if he weren't staring at my backside as he followed me to the parking lot. The Rude Native, I hadn't heard of it, which meant nothing as I rarely ate out and then it was with my parents at some place that the menu was not in English.
 
Jake Kmetko

"Geez, I knew I should have brought the Lamborghini or the Porsche instead of my simple Jeep Grand Cherokee," I laughed. "Hey, I can drive, I don't usually drink anyway. That way you can sample some of their great wine list."
 
I toss him the keys to my Mercedes and say, "This way," it's a metallic deep blue and I nearly pour myself into the passengers seat, the hem of my skirt sliding up over my knee, I smooth the taunt fabric back down and say, "I'm ready when you are."
 
Jake Kmetko

I get in the Mercedes, watching her skirt ride up her silky thighs. I hope she didn't catch me looking again.
"Nice car, you dispatchers must make a ton more than us simple grunts," I smiled, starting and smoothly backing the car out of the lot. I headed for downtown, and the Rude Native.
 
I had wondered if he were going to ask the money question, "Actually it was a graduation gift from my Grandfather Armstrong. I probably make less than you do," I was ready to insert the but I'm independently wealthy, yet I wasn't sure how he'd react. My grandfather had been furious when mom had married dad and when he passed on had left me with quite a bit of money, he hadn't been thrilled with my brother's decision to join the force and had always had a soft spot for me. "But we're not going to talk about work are we?" I was already thinking of the wine, my nerves were tense. Just being around him sent every inch of skin on alert, craving a simple touch.
 
Jake Kmetko

"You're right, and I certainly don't care where you got the car, as long as it wasn't from the impound lot," I replied. "Oops, that was work again. Feel free to pinch me if I do it again.
"So, what do you like to do when not....on the air," I said. "I'm a big sports guy, I'm on two baseball teams and I play a little pick-up hoops and hockey in the fall and winter."
 
Michaela

"Well, my schedule doesn't leave a lot of room. Besides calling crime, I do a lot of charity work, reading to children, visiting hospitals that sort of thing. I prefer my sports live and without the announcer second guessing the ref. Occasionally a friend will convince me to go with her to a game. Usually because she's trying to pick up guys and she knows I actually know the rules of the game."

I relax paying attention to his voice rather than the way his hands looked on the steering wheel, large commanding strong yet gentle.....
 
Jake Kmetko

"I love live sports, myself, I have season's tickets to the Red Sox and Bruins, and I usually take my friends or sell them the tickets, since I don't have anyone to go with who understands the games."
I could barely keep my eyes on the road and off her, especially her legs. I loved legs...

We pulled into the parking lot, and up to the valet. One young guy held out his hand for Michaela to hold while she got out. Again I found myself looking at her amazing ass. I loved butts, too...
 
michaela

I poured myself out of the car taking moment to smooth the shimmery black fabric down, hoping I wasn't overdressed for this place. I glanced back over at him catching his eyes staring at my body and I experienced a proud little tremor run down my spine as we entered, two tall well dressed attractive people into a restaurant called Rude Native.
 
Jake Kmetko

I placed my hand on the small of her back as we walked in, again feeling the warmth eminating from her. The maitre D's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he saw us walk in.
"Roberto, how are you? I said.
"Meester Kmekko," he replied, bowing slightly. "I am fine, your usu-al?"
"That would be lovely, thanks," I said.

As Roberto led us through the cafe-style seating with a very southwestern decor, I noticed a look from Michaela.

"My mother owns the place," I said. "I've worked here, which is where I started to love cuisine. I hope Edouard is serving his Tequila Lime Salmon tonight."
 
Michaela

"Sounds interesting," I say smiling as I smooth my dress to sit down in the offered chair. "Does this mean I might meet your mother?" I raise one eyebrow and smile with a hint of laughter.
 
Jake Kmetko

"I'm sure Roberto is scrambling around frantically trying to find my mother to tell her I've brought someone here to eat. It doesn't happen often."
"By the way, in case you haven't noticed, I happen to think you're quite beautiful."
 
"You mean I don't look like a crazed black widow type?" I say and then begin laughing at the stark look on your face, "I couldn't resist, I'm sorry." His hand was touching mine the thumb just running up and down, it was sensual and at the same time comforting. I prayed my stomach wouldn't grumble as I looked into his eyes.
 
"I like spiders," I said. "I have no problems with you being a little carniverous..." I grinned then, and kept stroking her hand.

Roberto showed up with a couple of shrimp cocktails, two glasses of water, a wine glass and a large iced tea.

"I took the liberty of these, and Bally insists on the lady trying the Robert Mondavi Special batch chardonnay," he said.

A waiter then arrived. "Charlie, what are the specials today?" I showed Michaela my crossed fingers.

"Edouard's special today is poached salmon with a pear glaze, with a vegetable medley and rice with almonds. We also have cashew-crusted chicken with basil-lemon grass pesto sauce with thai black rice, stir fry vegetables and fruit salsa."

He placed a menu on the table. "It's good to see you, Mr. Jake."
 
I smiled and said, "Both sound deliscious perhaps we could split one of each?" I slide one shoe off and with a boldness I didn't know I had slide my foot along his leg. I take a sip of the drink and let my tongue run over my lips capturing any spare licquid.
 
Jake Kmetko

I nearly choked on my iced tea when her stocking clad foot slid up my leg, but I managed to croak to Charlie that we would take one of each special and probably end up sharing.

I reached under the table for that playful foot and started rubbing the bottom of it, massaging.

"So, that was quite the bid," I said.
 
Michaela

"I expect you to be worth every penny." I feel his strong hand upon my foot, feeling it tease the delicate arch. It took effort not to let out a moan as the food arrived, his hands moved and I left my foot resting in his lap, massaging between his legs. Feeling bold as I try the plate before me, when he offers me a bite I lean towards him and part my lips wondering how much of my pale skin is exposed and how his lips would feel.
 
Jake Kmetko

"Geez. Don't put any pressure on a poor guy," I said. "I'll start to feel cheap and dirty.." The lasrt sentence I put a lot of flair into it, pouting and pretending to be offended. When she leaned in to sample some of my salmon, I was wishing those lips were trying to sample my cock, which was becoming rock hard under her rubbing foot.
I felt like hurrying dinner...then I heard a voice

"Jacob, how come you never see you mother anymore," my mother said as she approached the table. My mom was glittering, and looked glamorous. Tall and solid, not lithe, but certainly not fat. She was dressed in a two-piece suit, with rings adorning almost every finger, her hair was lightly styled, and her makeup was very sparse. She looked powerful.

I waited a couple of seconds (thankfully) and stood up to hug and kiss my mother. "Mom, it's good to see you, you know I work nights, so I can't visit as often. This is Michaela, we work together."

"That department is the reason why I have no grandchldren," she said, more towards Michaela. "You, my dear, look lovely! How come Jacob has never said anything about you. You married?"
 
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