She walks in wearing a skirt that hugs her hips just right. And I can see the side of her ass almost bulging out of the skirt. It gets my cock stiffening just at the sight of her. Her t-shirt is tight and shows her breasts, buoyant and firm, but plump and soft. Just fucking perfect. I can’t wait… I just can’t wait.

“Hey,” she says, coming over to my table.

I get up and hold my napkin in front of my crotch so that my erection won’t be apparent to the entire restaurant. It’s not like I care, but it makes things easier sometimes, just putting in a little extra effort like this.

I hug her, letting my hard cock push into her skirt. She gives me a shy grin.

“Want anything to drink?” I say, holding up my beer as if I’m clinking glasses with her.

“Just the water’s fine,” she says.

“What’s wrong?” I say, noticing that as her nervous smile falls away, there’s a look of something like discomfort on her face.

“It’s nothing,” she says.

“Come on,” I say. “We can talk about it. If you want to talk about what happened the other night, that’s fine with me. I don’t have a problem with it, you know, your situation… It’s perfectly normal.”

“Not that normal at my age.”

I shrug. “Everyone gets to stuff at their own time in their own way,” I say.

“It’s not that… it’s just that…”

I wait as she seems to be deciding what to say and how to say it.

“I met someone who knows you,” I say.

“Who?”

“I don’t know her name. She’s a nurse at your hospital. I guess she works with you.”

I laugh and Mia looks surprised that I’m laughing.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just that I can guess where this is going. She warned you that I’m bad news or something like that?”

“Eh, sort of,” says Mia. “She said you’d pump and dump me.”

That makes me laugh even harder. “Sorry,” I say. “I shouldn’t be laughing. But, hey, I’ve got nothing to apologize for. Sure, I’ve slept with a lot of the nurses at the hospital, but I’m open about it, and they all know that it’s just for a good time. I’m always upfront about that. I never made any promises that I couldn’t keep. And if they feel upset about it, that’s on their end.”

“Oh,” says Mia, looking down into her glass of water that she’s shifting around on the table, making the surface of the water ripple slightly.

“Look, Mia,” I say. “It’s too early to say where this is heading between you and me. But so far… well, all I know is that you’re different from all those nurses, from all the women I’ve dated or slept with.”

“You mean that?”

“Yeah, now I’m not saying we’re going to get married…”

Mia laughs.

She’s smiling now. I’ve managed to break the ice.

The truth is that I’m telling the truth. Just not the complete truth. I mean, I don’t want to upset her. Have I ever made promises I couldn’t keep? No, I never have. But at certain times perhaps I’ve let things be implied where they shouldn’t be, with the nurses. I don’t know which nurse Mia ran into, or how they got talking about me. In fact, there’s no way to know which nurse it was. There are simply too many of them, and I’ve fucked practically all of them.

“You feel any better now?” I say.

“Yeah,” says Mia, smiling at me.

“Great, let’s order.”

I motion for the waiter to come over.

“I’ll have the red curry,” says Mia.

“Excellent choice.”

“The same for me,” I say.

“Another beer, sir?”

“I’m good,” I say, eyeing my beer.

I’ve never been a big drinker. I’ll have two at the most, and usually just one on alternating days. I’m too into weight lifting and working to let drinking get in the way of either of those things. And I’ve known too many doctors who succumb to the siren’s call of drinking due to extreme stress in the hospital. Me? I have my own ways of dealing with stress. Getting laid, weights, motorcycles, a whole host of things that keep the stress at bay.

I haven’t had a steady girlfriend in a long, long time. The idea is strange to me. But Mia… I could see the two of us living together in my house, fucking all hours of the day and night… It sure would kill the stress, coming home to a woman like that, with a body like that. Fuck, I need to get into her pussy. I don’t even know if I can wait until after dinner. I would just take her into the bathroom, but she’s a virgin after all, and I’m not going to be the guy that takes her virginity in the bathroom of a Thai restaurant. That’s a little too crude, even for a guy like me. But damn if my cock isn’t telling me to just go ahead and do it.

The food arrives, and Mia and I fall into easy conversation, laughing quite a bit. Once she relaxes, she’s really funny, much funnier than any of the women I’ve slept with recently. And there’s just something about her, as if her body is giving off a sort of glow that reaches across the table to me and tugs me closer and closer to her.

“It’s really fun to talk to you,” says Mia. “I never would have thought a doctor could be so funny, before I met you that is.”

“I never thought a patient could be so funny,” I say.

The waiter takes the plates away.

“So what’s going on with you and the hospital?” says Mia. “I got into an argument about my dad reporting you.”

I shrug. “I can understand why he did it,” I say. “He’s just worried about his daughter.”

“Yeah, but he shouldn’t have done it. I told him you could get into serious trouble.”

“I’ve been in serious trouble with the administration since I started working there,” I say. “I can deal with a little heat.”

I don’t want to tell her that this time it’s actually a lot worse, that this time other people are involved, people much higher up the food chain than my former nemesis, Johnson.

“Hey,” I say. “This is getting me down. Let’s head back to my place, OK?”

“OK,” says Mia, her eyes as big as saucers, as if she’s drinking me all in.

“Let’s go,” I say, getting up from the table and helping to pull her chair back.

I throw some money down for the bill, take Mia’s hand, and walk with her through the restaurant. It feels like all eyes are on the two of us, and I can’t blame them. Mia’s a catch, and I look like I know it.

“It’s a little chilly,” says Mia, and sure enough, when I look down her nipples are rock hard in her shirt.

I chuckle to myself a little as I put my arm around her.

This is going to be incredible. My cock’s already growing stiff again.

We’re standing outside the restaurant, my arm around her, holding her tight against me, just admiring the city night.

“It looks pretty, doesn’t it?” says Mia.

I nod my head. “Yeah,” I say. “Sometimes the city really can be beautiful. It’s just that you’ve got to know where to look sometimes.”

Suddenly, there’s the sound of screeching tires.

“What’s that?” says Mia.

“Some nut job,” I say. “Driving too fast.”

Of course, I’ve been that nut job myself a few times, especially when I’m on my motorcycle.

A car pulls up right in front of us, screeching to a halt. The suspension moves as the car buckles from braking so hard.

It’s a minivan, and partially up on the curb.

Who the hell drives a minivan like that?

“Oh my God,” says Mia, suddenly seeming to cringe all over, and covering her hand with her face. “It’s my dad.”