...... she was lovely and in a fit of uncommon bravado on his part he messaged her. More in hope of just a reply than of anything actually happening. ...Just the hope that she would at least respond so he could say he had tried to talk to her.But she had replied. It was a short message but she didn't brush him off with a thanks but no thanks. He felt a glimmer of hope spark into life. Maybe she would like to keep chatting.The meetingThat had been just over a week previously and in the intervening. .. Is she a... Bimbo or Billionaire!” the announcer’s voice came across the PA system and the audience roared in response.The announcer was a handsome man in a blue suit named Jack. The stage, recently redone, sported the sorts of chrome fixtures, LED lights and shadowed arenas that one might expect of a modern gameshow like "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire" or its more direct inspiration, Deal or No Deal. On elevated platforms, 24 cases stood on platforms, each emblazoned with a number."Welcome. Rick sat back and groaned after cleaning his plate. "Lord, that was good. First time I've had eggs without broken yolks in a dog's age. Never could get that right."Summer grinned and took another sip of her coffee. "Nice to cook for someone who appreciates it for once." Appreciate ain't a strong enough word. Going to need a crane to get out of this chair."She stood, still smiling, and picked up her plate, sitting it on top of his. "Now the sucky part - washing the dishes." Yep." He groaned and. It will all be over soon.” To my surprise she’s resting her hand on my crotch now. I’m feeling her fingers through my pants. Straight on my dick. She’s looking into my eyes. Pressing down on my dick. Circling her hand. I’m swelling up. It must be the wine. She hasn’t initiated anything sexual in a long time. “At least we’ve been talking about it and we’re splitting up on good terms” she’s whispering. I’m breathing out. Slightly shivering from pleasure. Before I know what’s happening she pulls.