Angel Chapter 6

Others had also been leaving regularly, until the party reached the point where it was no longer a party, just a few people sitting around eating and drinking. After the last of the group straggled out the door, Dennis turned to his tablemate. "Well, Angel, I guess it's just you and me now. Can I give you a lift somewhere?" He was hoping for a certain answer, and it was the one she gave him.

"Yes. How about a ride to my flat, and I hope you can come in and have a drink with me, now that you are really off duty."

Angel had learned it was important to make one's meanings known rather than being excessively subtle, especially with forthright men like the one beside her. His interest had obviously not waned, nor did she want it to do so. Dennis's arm was around her shoulders and he was gently squeezing one of her hands. Her other hand had been caressing his thigh under the table for the last several minutes, and Angel was starting to consider moving it a few inches so it would be fondling his cock. She had never been less than open about making her wishes known.

Dennis slid his arm down to around her waist, gave her an affectionate squeeze and patted her leg. "I'd like that a lot but, to be honest, I quit drinking years ago."

That's okay. I don't really feel like drinking any more anyhow."

They got up from the table and, after the constable had verified the bank's security measures were operating properly, Angel walked out the door that he was holding open for her. After turning on the alarm and locking the door, Dennis escorted her to his car and opened the door. He held it to let her enter, and closed it behind her. On the ride to her flat, even less coy than usual, Angel's hand on his thigh was close enough that the tips of her fingers were rubbing his cock, and feeling it becoming erect. She was very much looking forward to the next few hours, maybe even the whole night and tomorrow morning, and it was extremely obvious Dennis had the same thoughts.