Dinner with Friend

I mentioned previously in A New Friend how I met a woman at the gym and we had been getting friendly. She's in her mid-thirties, married, and a Mom of two young children. We see each other at fitness classes, and we've been out for a lunch and a dinner. Just had a second dinner with her in the neighbourhood, and things got a bit... spicy!

She doesn't work outside the home, and feels isolated, so she's happy that we're becoming friends (as am I). She went to University and worked before having kids, but then made her kids her priority. 

We "treated ourselves" to a fancy restaurant within walking distance of both of us. It's a nice place, so we both got a bit dressed up. David knows what's on my mind, and encourages me, the naughty boy. Her husband was away, but she has a nanny to help with the kids. We started with a cocktail each, then went on to a bottle of wine with dinner. We got pretty loose along the way!

She seemed eager to talk, so I let her. I learned a while ago that being a great conversationalist is to let the other person do most of the talking, and about themselves, if they're so inclined, nudging them along and expressing interest, steering things in interesting directions.

I got the whole update on her kids, whom she adores. It's nice to see a parent who so loves and is so proud of her children.

I asked after her husband and that got her started. She complains a lot about her husband who's some kind of big wig accountant type. He's constantly away, pretty distant, and she's sure he fucks around on her (!) but can't prove it. When I asked her "how's the bedroom stuff?", she said "practically nonexistent". "Oh, I'm sorry," I said, and let that hang there.

This was a bit of a fork in the road. I had upped the intimacy by taking it into the bedroom. She could either steer away, or stay on it. She stayed on it.

"How about you?" she asked, after a pause.

"No complaints in that department," I said. And there it was, the perfect opportunity, so I continued, without pause, "We're pretty kinky together, so it's fun."

Another fork in the road. She could let it drop, or...

"Do tell," she said, her eyes lighting up.

I felt a blush come up in my cheeks. The restaurant was dark, so she likely could not see. "Now I'm blushing," I said.

"You don't have to tell," she said.

"No, no. I'm not bashful." I leaned closer into her and said in a more subdued voice, "We're into a little of that dominance and submission type stuff."

"Mmmm. Who's the dominant one?"

Interesting question that she didn't just assume it was my husband dominating me. What to say? We, as you all know, switch both ways. I decided to let her guide which way to go.

"What's your guess?"

"You. Definitely you!"

I felt a tingle. Clearly that's how she saw me: as the naturally dominant type. I didn't want to disappoint, so I went with that.

"Does it show?" I asked, leaning in a bit more.

"It does," she said, a bit breathlessly. We were looking into each other's eyes, and I saw her tongue briefly flick at her lips. The subby vibes were pouring off her. I went for it!

"Are you a little subby girl? Do you want me to spank you like I do my husband?"

"Yes!" she said.

I stopped it there and laughed it off. I wanted her, in her bedroom later that night, jilling off to the thought of me spanking her. Yes, the tables had turned. I was playing hard to get. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. A little "cooling off" period for us both.

When I returned, we went back to more normal topics, as if what had been said had not even been said. She asked me more about David. How we met and all.  And we discussed our more extended families.  And we discussed some of the people at fitness class, making up stories about them.

Dinner came to an end. We got our coats and stepped outside. She was going one way and I was going the other.

"That was lovely," I said, and we hugged.

I thought I'd leave her with something... I reached around to her bum and gave it a few pats over her coat. "You just tell me when you want that spanking," I whispered in her ear. Before she could answer, I kissed her on the lips. She kissed back.  "Mmmmmm" I said as we separated. "Good night, sweetie, that was fun."

"Yeah..." she said a bit breathlessly. "Let's do that again. Soon."

"Absolutely."

So... have I still got it, or have I still got it?

What do you guys think? Did I play it well? Was she thinking about me at lights out? Did she... stroke herself? I hope so!