Music rose over Tijuana as David stepped out of Carlos' taxi. The taxi driver came as soon as David called, then promptly took him to a gem of a store that found him a more formal outfit for dinner. Somehow, shorts and a t-shirt didn't seem right for meeting with the former target of his lust and his own teacher.
“You look good, señor. Best of luck.”
David grinned and waved to Carlos. The taxi pulled out from the drive and into traffic. David returned to the hotel and asked for directions to the restaurant. He wasn't surprised to find out that there were four, ranging from the insipid children's fare to the overly expensive one reserved for the world's rich. A few more clicks and he found her reservation. Tugging on his tie, he took the elevator up to the thirtieth floor. When the door opened, he looked out into the candlelit room.
He spotted Deborah after only a few moments. She sat alone, toying with a filled wine glass. David hesitated and realized she looked nervous, like someone on their first date. He also noticed that her daughters weren't anywhere around and she wore a deep red dress with a plunging neckline and slits up both of the sides.
She looked stunning.
He made his way around the tables. As he reached her, she stood up sharply, knocking the same aside and spilling her wine. But, David ignored the splash to look at her, stunned with her appearance.
“Um, hi!” she said, then giggled.
“Where are your daughters?”
“They, um,” she struggled for a moment, “they decided to go to a nightclub.”
“Just the two of us?”
“Yes,” she said in a soft voice.
Wait staff cleared the table and replaced the bottle of wine. David sat down across from Deborah and ordered food. She sat on her chair, obviously flustered. Neither spoke for a long time, but eventually she broke the silence.
“So, you are looking good.”
David looked down at the dinner jacket and black suit pants he wore. He lifted his eyes to her, enjoying the view of her body and reliving many of his old fantasies.
“You look better, Mrs. Timber.”
She blushed, “Thank you. But, right now, it's Miss Timber.”
“Really? I remember Mr. Timber was brutal when it came to Driver's Ed.”
She sighed, “But, he decided that raising two girls wasn't for him. When Olivia was three and Lauren two, he left me.”
“I'm sorry.”
“I should have known better, history always repeats itself. He had an affair more than once, I guess, it was going to happen eventually.”
“I can't imagine anyone doing that to you or your daughters.”
She smiled, “Are you saying you'd treat me better?”
“Well,” he grinned, “I wouldn't be cheating on you, if that is what you mean.”
She ran a finger along the top of the glass. She gave him a smoldering look. “No, I imagine you wouldn't.”
David felt hot and excited, his cock full height in his pants. The look he got seared his senses and couldn't help wondering if he would be enjoying a bit more passionate of a reunion than he imaged.
“You know,” he drawled, “I remember one day in summer school when it was just the two of us.”
She inhaled, her breasts rising.
David continued, “I never forgot what you wore, shorts and that spaghetti top of yours, the one with the flowers.”
Deb giggled, “I haven't had that shirt for years.”
“Bummer, because I thought about it more than once.”
She worried her lip, her eyes searching his face. David knew he wanted to flat out ask her, but he wasn't quite sure. Then, she spoke softly, almost unheard in the noises of the restaurant.
“Was it on me… or on the floor?”
“Um,” he gulped. Then, he took a deep breath before answering, “It started on you.”
Blushing, she picked up the glass and sipped it. David drank from his own glass, his eyes unable to tear from hers. Over her shoulders, he spotted the wait staff delivering their food. He leaned back as they set down the plates, Alfredo chicken for him and braised steak for herself.
The waiter bowed, “Is there anything else, señor and señorita?”
David looked over to Deb, then up to the waiter. “Yes, why don't you pack this up. I think we have… somewhere else to go.”
When he matched eyes with Deborah, there was no question where.