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I decided to barbecue the lamb chops and serve them with blanched asparagus and some baked new red potatoes. I cut the small potatoes into wedges and was drizzling olive oil on them when she rang the doorbell. She was wearing a white, sleeveless blouse and a loose, flowing black skirt that draped her legs to just below the knees. The top two buttons on the blouse were undone. I was treated to a nice view of cleavage created by her firm white breasts. Not overly large, but each would be a handful I thought as she smiled at me. Her long brown hair flowed down to the middle of her back, and she pulled a strand away from her pretty face, arching her thick dark eyebrows at me.
"Well, are you going to invite me in?" Shoving a bottle of red wine into my chest, she pushed past me and stepped inside.
I noticed the wine was an impudent selection, a little cabernet. I closed the door and followed her into the kitchen, watching her rounded bottom bounce underneath the skirt.
"You're doing this all wrong," she proclaimed, and began to re-organize my entire meal.
"It's good to see you, too," I said to her back as she added more salt to the potatoes before putting them on the baking sheet.
I opened the wine and poured us each a glass while she cooked the asparagus. She chastised me for not letting the wine breathe, and apparently the only thing I did right was serving the lamb chops medium-well. I managed to light the candles properly, and we talked of many things over dinner. I found out I was wrong about most of them. I was just guessing at this point, but I'd bet Mona didn't get a lot of second dates, even though she was a real beauty.
After dinner we sat together on the sofa, and knowing the Cubs were in the National League playoffs, I suggested we watch a little television.
"If you must," she replied, giving me a disgusted look.
I opened one of my more expensive cabernets and let it breathe before filling our glasses. I was still hoping for a miracle. "How do you like the wine?" I asked.
"Too much cask," she replied, wrinkling her nose at me.
The night wasn't a total loss. At least I was watching the Cubs. She suddenly grabbed the controller out of my hand and switched to the Travel Channel. I took it away from her and put the Cubbies back on. She began to wrestle with me, trying to take the controller away. It started as a little thing, and ended up with us both on the floor, rolling around while she used all her strength to try to take the controller from me.
This girl couldn't tolerate losing, and that was okay with me until she tried to kick me. I turned her over, holding her across my lap. I held her legs down with one arm and her upper body with the other. Her blouse had been pulled halfway off during the struggle, and her lacy white bra was exposed. The loose skirt had ridden up her legs, showing the bottom of her tight, white panties, and her finely shaped ass was staring me in the face. Both her arms were pinned underneath her breasts, but she continued to try to break free.
"Settle down," I yelled in my best command voice, and when she didn't, I smacked her right on her ass with my open palm.
"How dare you. No one has ever done that to me!"
"Oh, yeah? Well here it comes again." I planted another wallop on her firm butt.
Then it all changed. Something hidden deep down inside Mona was smoldering, burning to be released.