Micro Monday, MILF Tina Series
A Date in the Life of a MILF
Tina a lovable MILF has a hot date for Valentines
Read a day in the life of a MILF, Tina’s weekend house-sitting or an evening spent reminiscing with her friend Lisa
The wine bar had gone all out for Valentines, red heart-shaped decorations abounded. Tina pushed aside rose petals, placing her handbag on the bar then surveyed red candles flickering in votives on tables.
Ash texted he was parking the car, so Tina checked her red lipstick. She’d gone for a classic look tonight, hair in a french pleat and a simple, form-fitting dress. She hoped he’d get the reference: he’d said he liked Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift.
Ash slid into the chair alongside Tina.
“What’re you drinking?”
Tina’s breath caught in her throat — handsome as hell, just like the song.
“Rose please.”
When the barman set her glass down, she began playing with the stem. Why so damn nervous Tina?
“What’ve you been up to?”
Watched by his brown eyes, Tina got that elevator feeling in her middle. “Not much. Work at the florist’s was crazy today.”
“I’ll bet, a rush on red roses,” his smile was crooked, which she liked.
“Of course, the long stemmed ones especially.” She sipped her wine, lipstick printing against the glass. “What about you?”
“I’ve been keeping out of trouble,” he dismissed his work.
“You’ve been keeping a very low profile,” Tina prodded gently, suspecting he’d been avoiding her.
Ash took a gulp of his wine then spread his hands on the bar. “Cards on the table Tina, I’ve felt a bit pressured.”
“By me?”
“Not by you, by Suzie. “
Tina vowed to throttle her friend when they got to work tomorrow. Suzie thought she was some kind of matchmaking impresario, but always went overboard.
“Suzie means well, thinks we all want what she has with Adam,”
“And you don’t?”
“Not really, no. I like things casual. My kids are young, they’ve got enough to adjust to with their Dad’s new family.”
Tina studied Ash’s face, the lines of concern on his forehead were already smoothing out.
“Where are they tonight?”
“A sleepover at Mum’s,” she looked at him steadily, “just in case you fancied a sleepover.”
His eyes raked her with a heated gaze which roamed from her pretty face, her decolletage, then swiftly over her curves to appreciate her smooth legs and high heels. Tina’s pussy almost combusted.
“I’d like that a lot,” a sultry note had crept into his voice, “and Pippin has a dog flap.”
“I wish you’d said something before, Ash,” Tina felt her pussy pulse as he stroked her thigh gently. “I tell Suzie don’t interfere, but I might as well whistle down the wind.”
“Compliments of the house,” the bartender interrupted, placing pink cocktails in front of them.
Ash, horrified by the drinks’ tinsel decorations, let Tina take the first sip.
“Ghastly,” she smiled, and they burst out laughing. “I’ve got wine chilling at my place,” she suggested.
“What are we waiting for?” Ash stood, helping Tina into her coat. “That dress is gorgeous,” he whispered close to her ear, “it’ll look even better on your bedroom floor.”
To be continued …
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