The Girlfriend Experience: (Closed Thread)

She nodded, agreeing with his assessment of the steak and ordered the same. He was relaxing, becoming more at ease with her.

This was further shown as he flirted back with her. Her teeth bit lightly on her lower lip. She wanted to comment on his hands again, to keep it going but he went to talking about work.

Emily shook her head a little. Her fingers stroked up to his wrist and then down. She walked her fingertips along his fingers before brushing over them. "People should be touched and touched often..." She let her fingers loosely slip between his, connecting them.

"I like the lack of ego. It is refreshing. It is actually one of the better house wines in the city that I have tried. I took a sommelier course." She shrugged. "I would like to hear more about your work. I find it fascinating that in this day and age there might be people out there with integrity. I did a lot of studies on that balance...the business versus the person or in your case the artist."

The appetizer arrived, set between them and two small plates placed before each of them.

"Will you excuse me? I need to wash up before I eat."
 
“You can touch me anytime you want,” Dan offered absently, trying not to get too distracted by her touch. Those simple touches were making him incredibly aroused. He laughed, “Good to know that I chose something that wasn’t garbage at least,” he said with a smile. Of course, she had taken such a course, he knew nothing about her, she probably had many interests that he didn’t know.

“Sure, go right ahead,” he said and worked on plating their appetizer as she went to wash up. He considered what to tell her about his work. He could tell her about how he was trying to encourage artists to use the new technology such as YouTube and other platforms to get their art to a wider audience, gone were the days where someone sold 10 million records overnight.
 
Emily went to the bathroom, washed her hands and freshened up her make up. She checked her hair and her dress. Satisfied she returned to the table. Dan had plated the appetizer. She smiled and sat. "Thank you babe. You are so good to me.." Her voice was soft.

A passing waiter smiled. They were a cute couple.

She took a drink of her wine. "I am not a snob by any means. Some of the best wines aren't expensive and the company I am with goes a long way to my pleasure...in a wine." She looked up at him through her lashes. He had taken well to the flirting, the innuendo. She thought she might test his boundaries a little more.

Emily placed her napkin on her lap and picked up her knife and fork to cut into the mushrooms. "So tell me more about your work. I really am fascinated." She ate in slow, small bites. Her eyes on him every time he spoke or when she took a drink of wine.
 
Her words that he treated her well made him smile. He had always tried to treat his dates kindly. He observed her, with such elegant manners, he felt like an ugly duckling beside her. However, he knew most of that was in his head.

He talked about his work for a bit, telling of a few of his artists, and the creativity they brought to the table, and how that inspired him to do more for them, to work harder to get their name out. “I’m actually surprised I haven’t gotten a call yet. I can probably thank my administrative assistant for that. She volunteered to do overtime to screen my calls and only push through the emergencies to my cell this weekend, but especially. God forbid I take a Friday off,” he teased.
 
"You have a passion for your work. That is admirable. You aren't doing it for the money, fame and status. I can tell by the way you talk about the job, the artists that this is your life, the thing that speaks to you."

Emily was looking at him. Their appetizer plates had been taken away. They sat, glasses refilled and waited on the steaks. She decided to chance it and slid her heel off. She let her foot gently brush his leg at his ankle. Her eyes inspected his face to see if she could catch a reaction.

"With all this work talk...any interest in taking on a business economics major. I have my masters. I will intern for free. Already am at a place I do not like." She chuckled.
 
Dan smiled at her as she complimented his love for his work. He felt her touch on his leg. It was faint at first as she found that his dress shoes were in fact boots that went partially up his calves. However, she got a little higher and he made a small o of surprise with his mouth. He had known it was coming but it felt good. He didn’t tell her it felt good like he wanted to, but he did press a bit closer to the probing touch.

“An intern huh?” he asked, “That depends, how good a cup of coffee can you make?” he asked it seriously, trying to keep a straight face, clearly teasing her just a bit. He wanted to ask her how good her blow job skills were, to play on more of the porn side of the stereotype he had just thrown out there. He finally couldn’t hold his serious expression and grinned at her playfully.
 
Her eyes watched him closely. She had been surprised to feel the boot under his dress pants. It made her wonder what other surprises she might uncover as she learned more about him. Her foot moved higher, the inside of his knee and then his thigh. Emily didn't react as she saw the surprise register in Dan's face. She was ready for him to clear this throat, move away or even excuse himself. She had a faint concern she had pushed too far but then again, that was why she had done it. She needed to learn his limits.

He pushed a little against her foot. Emily let it move slowly along his thigh. From her manner at the table, the way she listened and the relaxed way she sipped her wine no one would suspect what she was doing under the table.

"I make a terrible cup of coffee but I answer phones well." Emily laughed, giving him a wink. She was going to tease about fitting under a desk well but she didn't want him to think she was making light of it too much. Not everything was about sex.

"You have a really nice smile." Emily's fingers brushed against his. "In reality, I make a great cup of coffee and even better espresso. I fine and take notes well. Not above running out to get lunch for people. Not that I am suggesting you should offer to take me as an intern. I just don't like to belittle my skills too much." The laugh was light. She knew the comment might be taken as arrogant or egotistical. She had just learned not to take her abilities for granted and wasn't afraid to mention them. She wasn't boasting, it was just fact.
 
He smiled, her self confidence was attractive to him. He didn’t like false modesty, he had enough of his family in him to value bluntness. “I like women who know their worth, value and abilities,” he said, trying to not gasp as he spoke, as her foot probed his inner thigh, He let one hand slip under the table to gently cover her foot for a second, not stopping her but actually encouraging her a bit. Meanwhile his other hand twined fingers with her. He may have been adjusting himself in his pants under the tablecloth.

“You know that would mean you’d have to see me a lot more than just this weekend,” he said. “Let’s revisit that idea after this weekend, after I’ve probably annoyed you like every other woman,” he said that last under his breath almost too low for her to hear. Though the thought that he might see her after this weekend had never occurred to him until that very minute.

He was spared much more discomfort as their food soon arrived. Dan had paired his steak with a baked potato and a mixed vegetable. “Wanted my last meal that doesn’t have corn in it,” he said with a laugh though after poking at the veggies with his fork he realized he had spoken too soon, “Nope, there’s corn,” he said with a chuckle.
 
For a moment, at the feel of his hand, Emily thought he was telling her to stop. She was prepared to slip her foot away but the way he pressed it...no, he didn't want her to stop. She obliged, her foot continuing to move along his inner thigh.

The food arrived. Her steak had rice and the mixed vegetables. "Lots of corn. Got it. I have been warned. Is there anything else about your family that I should know? Things a boyfriend would share with his girlfriend about them. For instance, how many siblings and their order? Lots of cousins?"

She waited for his attention to be on his steak and when Dan's focus was elsewhere, she let her foot travel a little higher. Her toes brushed lightly against his testicles. Emily watched for his reaction. Contact was good, enjoyed. She wondered if this was too far. Her foot moved back down his thigh but she didn't remove it.
 
“Fuck,” Dan whispered as contact was made. Barely a whisper but she could clearly read his lips he was looking right at her. “Yeah, corn,” he said trying to hide his flustered nature at the arousal of her playful movements. “They eat it like typewriters.” He said with a chuckle trying to hide his excitement.

“Well, I have 3 brothers. 2 older, and 1 younger. My oldest brother Mr. Mayer is the one getting married. Bill Is his name.” He smiled suddenly, “You can imagine how much it irritates my mother that none of her sons go by their given names, William, Theodore, Daniel and Joshua. I’ll go by Daniel at work sometimes, but I still think I’m in trouble when I get called that. Though if someone other than mom whips out Theodore, someone’s in trouble.”
 
Emily batted her eyes a little, a smile pulling at the edges of her mouth as she watched him react, or rather try to cover his reaction. She found herself wondering just how long it had been since he was touched in an effort to arouse him. When was the last time a woman kissed his neck or nibbled his ear lobe? If he was willing she would do those things to him both because it fit for her ruse as his girlfriend but also because she was really, really enjoying how he reacted. It was adorable in its pureness.

Emily let her foot rub his thigh for a little longer as he talked about his brothers before removing it and slipping her heel back on.

He was right, the steak was amazing and paired very well with the wine he had chosen.

"So you are sort of in the middle. So..." A sip of wine, a lick of her lips to clear it away. "Your mother, is she religious or just traditional? I will need your opinion on my wardrobe. We want them impressed."

She eyed him. "Daniel....I do like it. It slips off the tongue nicely. You do not seem like a Danny to me."

The waiter came over to check on how the meals were.
 
“She’s honestly a little of both,” Dan replied. “I haven’t been Danny since I was a kid and then it was typically Danny Boy,” he said with a chuckle. “Does that mean I get to watch you try on that wardrobe?” he teased her his smile less nervous when he flirted this time. The second glass of wine wasn’t hurting that.

As the waiter approached Dan smiled and told him their food was good looking to Emily to be sure she enjoyed hers too. “Can I interest the two of you in dessert?” the man asked.

This led to one of the first frowns Dan had shown Emily, “I will let you know when we’re finished. We have not yet decided yet,” he said and dismissed, the waiter left. Dan let his eyes return to Emily, “Hate being asked that when I’m not done eating.” He said finally chuckling at himself. “I do honestly wonder why they think that’s ok. I promise I’m not this picky all the time,” he joked.
 
"They ask to see if they can gauge if you are staying and going to order more. Ordering more equals more tip and if they can convince you on dessert they can push more wine. High return to the restaurant on alcohol. Cheap to buy, easy to mark up." Emily frowned. "Sorry, that was the work brain talking." She took a drink of her wine and looked at him.

"If you are picky and you approve of me then I am very flattered." Emily laughed. It was light and carefree. "I have to say, Daniel this is going to be some of the most enjoyable time I have spent with someone in a while. I like how down to earth you are."

She raised her glass to toast him. "To a weekend of getting your family off of your back." She waited for his glass to clink hers before leaning in and whispering. "You are welcome to watch me try on and get out of my wardrobe. Welcome to help me undress too." Her eyes glanced at him seductively through her lashes.
 
“Still annoying,” Dan responded to her words, they of course made sense, didn’t mean he had to like it, to his thinking.

He didn’t know if she was telling the truth or if she was a good faker, but the words she spoke made him smile. “I can drink to that,” he said clinking glasses with her. Her next words the almost seductive whisper turned his ears pink. “I can honestly say, that would be pretty epic,” he said with a nervous chuckle. Even his word choice flavored by his enthusiasm and nerves.
 
"You are right, you don't have to enjoy it."

Emily smiled. She watched his ears turn pink. She wanted to lean over and kiss him, to tell him how much she liked his reactions to things but didn't. They had not established that intimacy yet.

She took a drink of her wine. Her eyes et his. "I am hoping that you do in fact, help me." Emily wanted him to know she was serious. Sometimes for clients she had to really play up being interested or aroused by them. After all they are paying for that but with Dan it was going to be easy. He was a gentleman, he flirted with a boyish enthusiasm and he seemed to enjoy her presence.

She finished her steak and her vegetables but left some of the rice. Her utensils were placed on the plate and she dabbed at her mouth with her napkin.

"You have excellent taste in restaurants."
 
“Your wish is my command,” Dan said with a smile as she told him she hoped he’d help. His hand found hers again. “I’m not sure I should admit how much the thought of that gives me a thrill,” He offered.

Dan had finished his food as well and was just feeling comfortable with the moment. “Should we share a dessert babe? Perhaps practice feeding one another.” He tried not to blush a little awkwardly at that, “Isn’t that something cutesy that couples do at weddings?” He chuckled awkwardly. “As to the restaurant, I assure you that I am very lucky the closest steakhouse to my hotel serves good food.” He lifted his glass, “Here’s to accidental success,” he offered his own toast.
 
Emily smiled as Dan called her babe. It was the little things that showed her he was relaxing and comfortable around her. He held her hand again.

"We can share dessert." She leaned in, whispering now. "Or take it to go and you can eat it off of me."

The waiter came to the table. "More wine? Dessert?"

Emily kept her eyes on Dan. "What do you think? Feeling like something with whipped cream?" There was amusement and desire in her eyes.
 
Dan sputtered, not knowing what to say. He was positive he was blushing, so hot was his face.

As the waiter asked dan cleared his throat. “Yeah, the lava cake, with the ice cream on the side, to go.” His eyes challenged her even as he tried to overcome his nerves. He’d just ordered a food with a warm cake, cold ice cream, whipped cream and chocolate sauce, there were many options there.

“Is that ok?” he asked when the waiter had gone. He wanted her, he was eager and it was clear in his eyes, in his nervous movements, in the shy smile that just wouldn’t quit.
 
Emily licked her lips as Dan took control of the situation and ordered dessert. Her eyes stayed on his. Challenge sent, accepted and he was upping the ante by seeing if she was bluffing.

She squeezed his hand. "More than okay Dan. More than okay." Emily stood, leaned over the table and kissed him softly.

The waiter returned with the dessert wrapped up and the bill. He put it down on the table.

Emily sat back down and reached for her purse. "I think I will call us an uber. Don't want that ice cream to melt too much before we get back to the room." She pulled out her phone and ordered the car.
 
Dan paid the bill quickly paying the man in cash so he didn’t have to wait for his card to come back. Scooping up the bag he smiled at her. They had planned on going for a walk, but as far as Dan was concerned this sounded a whole lot more fun.

He could still remember the feel of her lips on his, it had been the briefest of touches, but it was enough, enough to make him want more. As his mind dwelled on the kiss, he straightened his jacket and waited for her to get up. “Probably better we take this back to the room, rather down by the river. Not sure I’m that much an exhibitionist,” he said with a slight smirk. Though the thought of being with this woman in the outdoors was appealing. They’d be in his hometown enough this weekend that if he really wanted that he was sure he could make it happen.

“I like how you think,” he said as he led her from the restaurant. The waiter seemed affronted they were rushing off so quickly, but honestly Dan now had other things on his mind.
 
"I think we might get arrested if we took this outside." She winked at him. She stood and put her arm in his. "Lead the away, babe. I am really looking forward to dessert."

Emily let him lead her out to the sidewalk. The car arrived a minute later. She snuggled up to him in the back seat. She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You will have to decide where you want to put each of the parts. Whipped cream...ice cream..." She shivered a little. Her lips brushed his earlobe.
 
“Doesn’t the ice-cream go on your breasts, just to make sure it makes your nipples nice and hard?” Dan asked feigning innocence. “And, you’ll have to decide where some of it goes on me too. I only give as good as I get.” Dan was an interesting contrast. He was shy but if she caught him at just the right moment his comebacks were flirtatious.

She felt good near him, better than he had even thought she would. He chanced to slide an arm around her waist. She didn’t stop him. “You feel nice,” he murmured.
 
Emily was very pleasantly surprised when Dan's arm slid around her waist. He was definitely relaxing around her. "I get to put it on you too? Oh well what a delightful scenario...Whipped cream, something firm..." She chanced a soft kiss, right below his ear.

The car stopped out in front of the hotel. Emily quickly rated the driver, thanked him and then she got out. She walked around the back of the car to the sidewalk. She waited for Dan to get out. She wondered if he would want to go through with the flirting, the suggestions of eating off of her body. She could see him getting nervous when it got to the point of actually acting on it.

When he was out of the car she linked her arm to his. Emily smiled and looked him over for signs of nerves or discomfort.
 
Dan shivered as she pressed her lips just below his ear, and he could only gasp softly. Her words making his cheeks hot again.

As he got out of the car there was no sign of discomfort that wasn’t simply nerves. He led the way back to the room. In the elevator he turned to face her. “I know we have been joking, but I won’t hold you to this if you really aren’t interested. Just the chance to flirt with you like that has made me smile, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that wanted.”

As the elevator reached their floor, he took her hand and headed towards the room. He entered the room, set down the desert and turning found her there close, felt her arms slide around him. His arms naturally slid around her shoulders and his hands into her hair. The noise he made was full of need as he looked down at her, “Is this the part where I don’t open my mouth and talk but just shut up and kiss you?” Dan asked finally, blushing just a bit, loving feeling her so close. Her actions were perfect, he wasn't sure he would have made that first move to put them this close.
 
Emily's heart melted a little. Her eyes were on Dan as they stood in the elevator. Who hurt you so badly that you just avoid dating? You pour yourself into your work because you love it but that can't be all... He was a bit of a mystery to her and she was learning the lack of a girlfriend was not a flaw in him, likely past had made him reluctant to open himself up.

She watched him as they got out of the elevator. As he put the dessert down, Emily approached and let her arms encompass him. As if they had truly been together for months, Dan drew her in and his hands went to her hair. A smile formed on her lips. "Before you do, you should know I wasn't joking about dessert." Her eyes met his. There was definitely no need to fake being turned on by him. Her eyes said it all.

"I think you should kiss me now, Dan." Her words were a soft, sultry whisper.
 
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