50 Sexcapades [Erotica Compilation] novel Chapter 51

"You two can be seated right at this table. Here are your menus, your waitress will be right with you!" The peppy hostess said, blushing when I smiled at her in thanks.

"My, this is a lovely place isn't it Clint!" My girlfriend of 11 months Anna remarked, looking around the restaurant with pleasure. I cleared my throat and silently nodded, tapping my fingers together. Truthfully, I had only taken Anna here to dump her after she finished a hopefully good meal. A friend of mine recommended the idea to me.

I had always been a player by nature. In high school and college, I had loved intensely, broken a lot of hearts, and introduced many girls to sex and passion. To be concise...I knew how to play the field, and was untamed in doing so. Girls didn't know how to say 'no' to me. All I had to do was look into their eyes or smile my infamous little smirk. It helped that I was shamelessly handsome as well. 6'5, wavy chocolate brown hair, an ambiguous facial platform of both geeky and "jocky" features, a strong and fit body, and loads of money.

Anna had traipsed into my life with the obvious intention of "changing me." Trying to lure me out of my bachelor ways into a more stable, and "couple-oriented" lifestyle. And to be honest it worked for a while. Instead of hitting the bar or a fancy nightclub we would stay home and watch re-runs, try new recipes for fun, go for bike rides and massages, a weekend in the Hamptons together, and all that yuppie shit. Like me she came from old wealth and never failed to hint at her desire to live a typical and boring rich couple life with me, even talking about kids and properties.

Admittedly, I was fine with being a "boyfriend" and was actually digging the monogamous life, but everything has an expiration date, and my will power was certainly one of them. I longed for my old habits and freedom like a smoker craves nicotine. It was constant and reminding, always creeping into my thoughts at inconvenient times. I started picturing old flings and girls I've hooked up with when fucking Anna, and that was the least of the problem. Our routines and customs bored me and even began to disgust me. And now here we were almost at a full year and I was about to fuck it all up...

"Hi, I'm Helena, your waitress this evening. Can I start you off with some drinks?" I looked up and instantly raised my eyebrows at the bombshell girl standing in front of us. She was a gorgeous Latin girl with a trim figure and skin-like smooth caramel. She noticed me staring and bit her bottom lip, averting her gaze to the notepad in her hand.

"A mojito please," Anna said, completely unaware of the fire-like chemistry Helena and I were exchanging. "Make that 2," I said, with a wink. She smiled shyly at me again and said she'd be right back with them, turning to go. I couldn't help but stare at her beautiful ass as she walked away.

Shy and beautiful...just my type. I had completely forgotten about the Anna situation as my mind filled with graphic fantasies involving our waitress. I instantly reverted back to my old alpha persona, picturing Helena as a delicious prize at the end of a hunt.

She came back with our drinks and took our order. I could barely think when she was that close. I could smell her warm vanilla and cinnamon scent, and could almost touch her. We exchanged more and more covert looks at one another, each one of hers a timid but intrigued smile, and mine being ironic smirks.

"So our 1 year anniversary is coming up baby, although I know you already knew that. You know everything" Anna said, smiling at me as she dined on her pricey and apparently delicious dish.

I said nothing and dunked some of my lobster rolls into a bowl of clam chowder with little regard to table etiquette. She giggled and shook her head. "Knowing my Clint, he's planned a romantic weekend trip to Tuscany where we'll sunbathe in the villa and wine taste all evening..."

Another dunk and bite with a lack of acknowledgment towards Anna. She never seemed to get the hang of understanding signals from people, and would just keep on doing whatever she was doing without a clue. She continued speaking of this imaginary vacation while I tuned her out, imagining much more interesting things.

A twinkling laugh caught my attention and I noticed Helena chatting with what appeared to be another waitress. She handed her the notepad and pen in her hands, and I barely caught her say "good night!"

She was leaving...

I ran a hand through my hair and stood up abruptly, interrupting whatever the fuck Anna was rambling about. "Bathroom," I said, weaving through the tables filled with other dull, yuppie couples, and down the corridor, I saw Helena disappeared into.