Alison wiped her hand with a spare napkin before thanking the waiter, then eagerly dug into her food. Andrew took a few more moments of stunned silence to recuperate. The older woman seemed completely unfazed, eating away happily as if she didn't just make him c*m in her hand.
Eventually, Andrew recovered enough to start eating. The meal was delicious, and they spent the remainder of their time with idle small talk and thinking up plans for future dates. Once they had finished their meal, they paid their bill and were back in the car.
Alison was driving him home, his hands rested loosely on his lap, fingers entwined with Alison's, as they drove towards his apartment. The street was poorly lit and overall empty. Alison's car was parked in a lot not too far from his apartment. There was ha
