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Choose Your Own Adventure, part 2

Choose Your Own Adventure part 1 https://old.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/argxxp/choose_your_own_adventure_seriously/

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Instructions:

I’ve been thinking about how to do this for a very long time, and this is the best I can come up with (for now!).

The story continues (below) and what ever comment gets the most upvotes, I will continue the story along that path, ie: choose your own adventure.

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I text back “Yes. Where/when?” and stand in the kitchen where she left me trying to grasp what just happened.

Did my mother in law just make a fairly hefty pass at me? Does she want to pay rent with sex? I really don’t know what’s going on, but my phone beeping snaps me out of it.

The text says now, and a boring resturaunt half way between our houses.

Typically, I would go out my mom-in-laws door, but I question if that’s a good idea. Would she make another attempt, or worse yet, ask me where I was going?

If I go out the front, I metaphorically “close the door” on any chances I might have with her, but then think “is that something I actually want? Should I NOT want to have sex with this lady?”

My minds a wash in ideas, and in the mean time my feet have chosen to go out my own front door instead, avoiding that whole situation (for now), but I know she sees me leave. I hope she doesn’t get the wrong idea (that i’m not even slightly interested because I might be, right?), and I mostly hope I didn’t make her feel foolish for trying, but then failing at seducing me (which she hasn’t).

I honestly am starving. I haven’t eaten since lunch and have had a pretty tough work out, and now coming home to no food.

My stomach can’t wait to get to the restaruant, and the rest of me can’t wait to see her again.

It’s not far, but I drive a little too fast, run through lights I would normally stop at, and arrive at the place in about 7 minutes.

She’s there already (I think she must have texted from here) sitting in the “lobby” (it’s not that nice a place, but not sure what else to call the cheap waiting area in front of the hostess desk), and seems a bit startled to see me, lost in thought at first.

“Hi”, as she stands up and embrasses me in a hug. I public display of effection I wasn’t expecting, but kindly return the attention. We are inlaws after all.

“I’m starving, can we sit?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure. I just wanted. Yeah, let’s eat.”

The booths aren’t private, but we get a corner spot with high backs. Everyone in the bar can see us clearly, but we can have a rather private conversation.

The waitress goes through her speech of specials, appitizers and asks for our drink order. Water for me, Pepsi for her.

We are here for a reason, so I keep quiet, letting the moment settle and giving her time to gather her thoughts, practising what ever she has to say for the 100th time I’m sure.

I reach out my hand and she takes it across the table.

She appears to calm, looking at her softly I give the universal “what’s on your mind” gesture with my body.

“Nothing, really, it’s nothing. I’m just glad to see you again. I’m sorry it’s been a while since, well since the phone call we, you know. Anyway. I wanted to see you again and thought this was the most “less-obvious” way”.

Now that it’s out, and probably not at all as she practised it, we both exhale, and realize nothing is wrong after all (I was also concerned), but no…it’s just nerves about what has happened, and what might happen, nothing more.

The waitress returns, breaking our moment, with the drinks and takes our order.

I was not kidding about being hungry, and order what I think will come out of the kitchen fastest. She orders a burger, which is another reason I’m attracted to her. There is no fluff to her. She wants it, she gets it. No guise or vale, no facade. This is who she is.

We talk about the day, up to but excluding her mother coming onto me about an hour ago in my own kitchen, and that both her kids are gone for a while (college aged, and living their lives somewhere NOT at home). She make sure to point that out several times through out the meal.

I think about her mom back home, and wonder if she ever found dinner. I wonder if I should order her something and bring it home. But then how would I explain who I had dinner with?

She reaches across the table for my hand after the waitress takes our plates. She says nothing, just wanted to hold it again.

My phone rings. It’s my wife (her sister). She sees who it is (my phone is on the table by the napkins), and let’s go of my hand reluctantly.

I answer it. She is between meetings and wanted to say hi and see what I was up to. I tell her I met her sister for dinner, not something I do often, but not unusual enough to cause suspicion.

I say I don’t know what we are doing next, but we have finished up dinner and will probably leave, to the dismay of her sister sitting across from me, now sunk back into her bench looking around the bar.

The conversation lingers, and suddenly I feel her foot on my calf, making it’s way up my leg. A deep breath and I sit up straight, hoping somehow to give her foot more range, though with this booth setup, she wont get far.

Up to my knee now as my wife talks about her last meeting going well. I switch the phone from one hand to the other so I can reach down and grab her toes.

My hand finds a socked foot just above my knee, against my thigh. My position and her short legs and this is about as high as she can reach.

I grab it, remembering how small they are and hold it against me. I imagine her, naked, laying on the bean bag chair again, face down. Her knees bend up, offering her naked feet to me as I explore them with kisses, rubbing her small calves. Then for some reason, my mind goes to holding her feet together, forming a small gap with the instep of each foot, and me standing above her fucking them.

The grin on my face nearly knocks the phone out of my hand as we both retreat from this physical contact when the waitress drops the check off and I return to nodding to what ever my wife is saying.

The phone call ends, the check is paid and a decision needs to be made:

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