Diner Attraction

She couldn't help but feel that spark run through her body when he hand accidentally brushed his. He was older than her by almost twenty years but she couldn't help but find him attractive. And when he spoke to her, he looked at her like she was the only person in the room and she liked the way that felt. She had to remind herself that he was married and even if he wasn't, he would never be interested in her.

She hoped he didn't want to make conversation because she knew it was becoming dangerous to be around him. His cologne was intoxicating and she kept picturing him shirtless. She had to be insane. Some of the lunch crowd had emptied out so she couldn't make the excuse she had other tables.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel special." She said but laughed realizing it sounded like she was flirting with him. She swallowed hard, feeling as if her body was on fire. He made her all sorts of flustered. "I'm here a lot. I moved here for school but to be honest, I can't stand this town. Most people here are too preppy and self obsorbed for my liking." She explained to him a bit. "Fun? What's that?" She joked but it was true. She was pretty lonely and maybe that was why she was attracted to him. "In the warmer weather, I play some rounds of tennis."

She realized she was rambling on. She figured he regretted coming in for lunch. "Gosh I'm sorry, I'm probably boring you to death." She said as she bit her lip and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, something she did when she was nervous. She was only in her twenties but she's like to think she was mature for her age but Mark made her feel like a nervous teenager.
 
Yes, she was definitely flustered. Mark had concluded it must be because of him showing so much interest in her. It had been a long time since he had had that effect on a woman, although he knew he was capable of it. Sometimes at office parties and such he would flirt a little with the other women, but everybody knew that was just playing around. This Erika seemed to be taking it seriously. He started feeling a little more confident, realizing the effect he was having on her.

“Oh, I’m sorry you don’t like it here,” Mark took cues from her answer. “This really is not such a bad town if you get to know it. There’s lot of fun things to do here. You just have to find someone to do them with. And there are some nice, genuine people here – like myself, for instance.” He smiled and winked at her. “So, tennis, huh?” he frowned. “I’m afraid I’m not very good at tennis although I’ve played a little bit. But I wouldn’t mind playing with a nice young woman like you, especially if she was wearing one of those cute little tennis skirts.” He smiled and winked again. “But it’s a little cool right now for tennis. This time of year it’s more fun to play inside, right?” He gave her yet another wink, noticing she still seemed kind of flustered. He felt like he was starting to move toward a line he had never crossed before, a line that went beyond just being nice and flirting. He didn’t know why he was doing it. He was happily married. But he kept doing it anyway. “Why don’t you sit down for a minute, Erika? Are you allowed to do that? Looks like it’s not so busy now.”
 
She glanced around and the lunch crowd had cleared out and normally she'd be happy about that but now she didn't have any excuse not to join him for at least a few minutes. She knew it was dangerous for her to spend any time with him because of the way he flirted with her. She didn't mind, it was flattering but she wasn't used to it because she couldn't even recall the last time any man paid her any sort of attention.

She took a seat at the bench across from him. "Nice, genuine people like you, huh?" She smiled a little bit. "Who happens to be very flirtatious." She said with a smile. She knew it was innocent. He was married and she knew there was no possible way he thought of her more than just some woman he was an acquaintance with.

She found herself blushing when he mentioned playing tennis with a young pretty girl like herself. She wasn't what most men would find attractive, certainly not men who were married. He kept winking at her and she couldn't help but like how it made her feel. She dragged her tongue across her bottom lip nervously while toying with a loose strand of hair.

"Anyone every tell you that you're incredibly flirtatious?" She laughed a little. Was she flirting with him? Maybe she was. Part of her wanted to see if he was truly flirting with her or if he was just being nice to her.
 
"Me? Flirtatious?" he acted incredulous. "I think you have that wrong, Erika. I think it's you who's flirting with me. Probably hoping to get a better tip. Isn't that what waitresses do?" He gave her a big grin to let her know he was just teasing.

He looked at her across the table. Her nice tits hung over the table slightly, her open neck uniform showing just a little bit of cleavage. He realized he was wishing he could just reach over and caress one. He struggled to pull his mind back to reality. It was time to go back to work. Resume his routine. He was in his comfort zone when he followed his routine. But there was a new force inside him that was resisting.

"So what time do you get off work?" he heard himself asking Erika. "I kind of need a break from work today. I could show you around town a little, if you like. Maybe see some places you haven't seen. Maybe see that it isn't such a bad little place. What do you say, Erika?"
 
She couldn't help but laugh when he accused her of being flirtatious. "You're such an asshole." She smirked at him to let him know she was only messing with him. He made her laugh and smile in a way she hadn't done probably since she moved to this god forsaken town. And she knew it was wrong to be letting him get to her like this. Maybe it was his charm, or his good looks or simply taking an interest in her but whatever it was, she was drawn to him.

"That would be nice. I mean, if you don't have anything else to do." She said, not wanting to sound too eager. She knew it was dangerous for her to spend time alone with him. It was such a bad idea but she couldn't help but be drawn to him. "I'll be done here in the next hour or so..." She said, letting her voice trail off. Her head told her to make some excuse as to why she couldn't spend time with him. She knew this was a recipe for disaster but he kept drawing her in.
 
Mark hesitated. Had he really asked her that? Had she really said yes? He had never done anything like this before, he had never cheated on his wife. He was happily married. Despite that, he heard himself telling Erika, "Hey, that's great! I mean, it would be nice. I would love to show you some things." He felt that stirring in his pants again and knew what it really was that he would love to show her. "So about an hour, huh? Ok, I'll just run back to my office and wrap up a few things, then I'll pick you up back here in an hour, ok?"

He got up and left quickly, and tried not to think about what he had just agreed to do as he drove back to the office. He really didn't have anything important to do back at the office, he just needed to kill some time. After an hour had passed, he got back into his car and drove back to the diner. He pulled into a parking place in the front and watched the door, wondering if she was really going to go through with this. Was he really going to go through with this? Why was he doing this? He was happily married.

The door of the diner opened and he saw Erika coming out. Oh my god, this really is going to happen, isn't it? Mark started thinking fast, trying to decide where he should take her.
 
She honestly couldn't believe what she had agreed to . He was very much married. He had been flirting with her these last few days but it was innocent right? She knew she could have said no to hanging out with him but instead she said yes . For the next hour, she bussed tables trying to get her mind off seeing Mark in such an alone setting. They had never been alone before.

She fixed up her hair in the back, applying some light makeup. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she trying to impress a married man? He wasn't even interested in her like that. Anyway, that hour came and went fast. And she was nervous. What was she going to say to him? She didn't want him to think she was a total loser.

She exited the diner, seeing him parked out front. "Hey...." She said, nervously biting her lip and toying with a loose strand of hair.
 
“Hey, Erika,” Mark replied through the rolled-down window. He thought about jumping out and running around to open the door for her, but he didn’t want to make it seem like a date. “Hop in. Glad you decided to let me show you around.” As she sat down, he noticed she seemed nervous but also noticed she had fixed her hair and put on some makeup. “You look nice,” he smiled over at her. Actually, she looked more than nice to him. He realized he now found her sexually attractive, but he tried to put that out of his head as he pulled out of the parking lot and concentrated on the road.

“So what would you like to see?” he asked her as he unconsciously reached down and adjusted his pants which had become a little tight. “I thought maybe we’d just walk around downtown. There’s a lot of interesting little shops plus even a couple of small museums, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.” He looked over at her in the passenger seat and his eyes lingered on her breasts a little longer than they should have. He was happily married, but he was quickly forgetting that.
 
She had been thinking about him all day. He was married and she knew that but she found herself thinking about his smile, the way he winked at her, and even his flirtatious ways. She knew she probably shouldn't be spending alone time with him like this. She found herself attracted to him which was insane because he was married and there was no way in hell that he would even look at her sexually.

She hopped into the passenger side seat on his car. She put her seat belt on and she felt a stirring in her lady parts. She was very attracted to him and the fact that they were alone with no lingering eyes of people at the diner, the smell of his cologne just intoxicated her. She pushed up her glasses a little bit and told herself that he was just a friend, that was it.

For a split second she could have swore that he was looking at her breasts. But that was crazy. There was no way.

"Um..yeah, that would totally cool." She smiled a little bit. She had to stop thinking of him sexually or he was going to think she was a total freak.
 
Mark tried hard to concentrate on his driving and not think about the pretty young woman sitting in his passenger seat. He knew this was crazy. He was completely out of his routine and he felt like a fish out of water, but he had to admit that breaking the routine was kind of exciting too. He had already admitted to himself that he wanted Erika to like him as more than just a friend, but he figured she would never be interested in an older married man like him. He wasn’t sure how to get her to look at him as more than a friend, but he was good at flirting and figured he just needed to turn it up a notch and see what happens.

He glanced over at her and tried to make a little conversation. “So, Erika. Tell me more about yourself. Why is a pretty girl like you just working in a diner? I bet there are a lot of other things you can do. Are you just doing it to pay for school? What are you studying?” He was peppering her with questions. He didn’t want her thinking he was interrogating her, but he was just curious about her. Why would she agree to spend an afternoon with an older married man? Didn’t she have a boyfriend or something? “I’m just curious,” he vocalized. “I just want to learn more about you. Like why are you spending an afternoon with me when you probably have the pick of young guys your age who would be happy to spend time with a nice, sexy young lady?” Had he just called her sexy? Was that a mistake? I guess I’ll find out soon enough, he thought.
 
He made her heart race. She knew this was insane, he was married. Probably to some sexy bombshell so there was no way he'd ever think of her sexually. She was a pretty girl but she wasn't what most men would call sexy. For an older man, Mark was incredibly attractive. She could tell that just by his body he probably had a strong workout regime.

She noticed that he was asking her a lot of questions. She didn't know where to start really. But she caught when he called her sexy. She dragged her tongue across her lower lip. Did he really think she was sexy? She wasn't exactly the type that turned most men on. She was a little nerdy with her glasses and her hips were a little wider than normal.

"You think I'm sexy?" She asked softly, biting her lip awaiting his answer. Her heart was racing, her pulse probably too. Was this older married man attracted to her?
 
Mark looked over at her again, taking a moment at a red light to look her up and down. The seat belt split her breasts nicely making them look more prominent. Her dress was not too short but he could see enough of her legs to know they looked nice. A nice round ass, he knew that from the diner, not a skinny little bony thing. Yes, she was sexy, at least he thought so. He had to decide how fast to push it, how much he wanted to tell her.

“Ok, I’ll tell you the truth, Erika,” he began. “I stopped by the diner one morning by chance when my wife wouldn’t get out of bed to fix me breakfast. You were my waitress and you were very nice. That’s why I started coming in every morning, so I could see you. Yes, I do think you’re sexy. You have a nice curvy figure and a pretty smile. Are you saying you don’t know that? You’re sexy and you don’t know it?” Mark had to chuckle. Was she naïve? Inexperienced? That made her seem even more attractive to him.

“I guess I like you because you have a nice curvy figure, much different from my wife. She’s actually quite petite and not very curvy at all. Don’t get me wrong, we get along just fine. I’ve never cheated on her or anything. I’m happily married. But sometimes you just wish things were different, you know what I mean? I just felt attracted to you and wished I could spend some time with you. I never thought you would want to spend time with an old guy like me. But I thought, what the hell, it can’t hurt to ask, can it? So here we are. I’m glad you said yes.”
 
She listened to him and heard the nice things he said about her. And he basically confirmed that he found her to be sexy. She bit her lip softly, she was probably blushing too.

"It's just that....guys my age don't exactly find me to be sexy or attractive. They're inexperienced little boys but still." She laughed a little too but it was true. Guys her age didn't know how to truly please a woman, they were most interested in getting in her pants.

"And stop that, you're not old, not even a little bit. You're incredibly attractive, kind and very flirtatious. And I like that." She smiled over at him. She found herself staring at him even though she probably shouldn't.
 
She felt him put his hand on her knee, innocent enough right? Wrong, completely wrong. Feeling his hand on her knee, as innocent as it might have been, made her womanhood ache. She hadn't been touched by a man since her last boyfriend almost a year ago. And her boyfriend wasn't even that good looking and he surely didn't know how to please a lady. He was just interested in getting off and not about her.

She smiled when they finally reached the downtown area. She got out of the car and had Mark show her the way.
 
She felt a shiver run through her back as she felt his hand there for a minute. She didn't know how she felt being alone with him. There was obviously an attraction between them, it was truly only a matter of time before either of them acted on it. She knew he was married but even that didn't stop her anymore because it was becoming evident that he wanted to spend time with her.

"Sure. Let's go." She said as they headed into a clothing store that specialized in clothes for young women such as herself. She saw the lingerie section out of the corner of her eye. If she was bold, she would have held one up to her body to show Mark but it was too soon for that.

She found a section of dresses. Some of them were a little sexy. She figured if she showed them to Mark, it would give her an idea if he thought of her sexually.

She held up a cheetah print dress against her body. It had a low neck line.

"You like?"
 
She didn't normally do this. She barely even wore dresses. But she was here in this clothing store with Mark. Her heart was racing. She liked him a lot and she wanted him to like her too. She knew he was married but he seemed to be attracted to her but she wanted to be certain of that before the two of them got any close.

She took the cheetah print dress and headed into the dressed room. She stripped off her clothes, and slipped on the cheetah print dress.The dress had a very low cleavage line, almost showing the valley in between her breasts. The dress hugged her hips in a such a way that accentuated her curves. She pushed her glasses up and bit her lip softly.

She opened the dressing room door and stepped out a bit.

"Mark.." She whispered softly. "Do you like it?" She asked gently.
 
She would have much rathered been able to talk to Mark without that annoying sales girl around. But since the sales girl was in such close proximity, she couldn't really find out what Mark really thought of the dress. The sales girl led her over to the undergarments. She told the girl that she didn't need her assistance and that she could find the rest of the things on her own.

Once the sales girl disappeared, Erika approached Mark.She still had on the cheetah print dress. It had a very low cleavage line, almost showing the valley between her beautiful breasts. And the dress accentuated her curves and hugged her round ass. She approached Mark, pushing up her glasses.

"I'm really sorry about that....I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable." She said. She didn't even know if Mark found her attractive in that regard so she really hoped she didn't make him uncomfortable. He was married after all.
 
This was kind of crazy. He was married, a little older and yet she could feel him eyeing her figure in the cheetah print dress. She bit her lip softly, suddenly feeling very attractive in his company. She listened to him as he said he wanted to try something.

"Um, sure." She said as she watched him take off her glasses. She blushed a little when he told her she was pretty. She wasn't exactly what most men found attractive but for some reason, she liked that Mark found her pretty. She dragged her tongue along her lower lip for a minute.

"I'll be right back." She had found a pink nightie but she had been unsure if she should try it on for Mark. She was suddenly feeling bold though. She changed into the pink nightie she found, it had black lace trimming on it. It accentuated her curves and it even showed the valley between her beautiful breasts.

"Mark.." She whispered out a bit as she stood in the doorway of the dressing room. She really hoped he liked it.
 
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