Hot Duda: Love For Rangga
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Well, that day, when I arrived and even before I stopped, Stella had walked out the front door. She wore a thin summer dress, sleeveless and patterned with bright red flowers. The dress really fits the white color of her skin, not to mention her legs. He got into my car and declared that he was starving.

"Then" I said.

We drove to Stella's restaurant across from my office. I deliberately, in order to impress stingy, not at all royal against a woman. The restaurant was classy but not very fancy, and I think the mix of white tablecloths and wooden blocks qualified it to be called a city-side specialty. We sat at the table at the opposite end, both-for a while.

The place is half for business people and half for women who want to eat lunch. While I was wearing a casual sweatshirt suit and Stella was wearing a summer dress, our dress styles seemed to have complemented each other well. Undoubtedly, Stella was indeed the prettiest woman in the restaurant, and many heads of business-tuned men turned to confirm it.

"Hi, Bro..," Raymond, the single bed adventurer greeted cheerfully. He came with Roby and Roy, and his own chat.

Instantly, Stella looked at me. "You invited them?"

Yep, I deliberately invited my friends to eat with us. I didn't want to just be alone with Stella, and it irritated her a little. "I'm still a man's husband. There's no way we're just alone. Aye, right?"

Stella nodded without being able to continue her protest. "Okay, I understand."

"Casual, Stell. We're just accompanying Mr. Boss."

"A lot of bacots, you, Ray."

"Ediv... Mr. Boss Sensi is very."

"Ho'oh, not yet a widower."

"Why?"

"Well, that's. the sensation is already bad...."

They're chuckling. I also called the waiter.

"What message do you want?"

Stella leaned over the table. "If I may order some wine. Do you mind?" he asks.

"Please" I replied, smiling. When he smiled back, I convinced him, "I don't have a problem. It's up to you."

She smiles. "Good." He took the wine menu and handed it to me.

I'm shaking. "No, please," I said. "You're the one who ordered."

"okay." Stella pulled the wine list towards her and directly spilled her index finger down her page, then stopped at the center and pointed at a menu. The decision was taken in less than ten seconds.

I just ordered lunch and orange juice, like everyone else, except Raymond, and he ordered wine just like Stella. Actually they're a good couple.

"Woman knows what she wants" I said, while the waitress nodded and walked away.

Stella shrugged her shoulders. "At least about wine."

Next was casual chatter, more precisely adult-domain chat - an interesting topic in the jest of four friends, where the women heard us enthusiastically. Moreover, Stella, she was very enthusiastic about the hot topic of thirty man romance. I believe it affected his mind - plus the influence of his wine, so that several times his hands were over my thighs. I'm not hinting at it, I'm more interested in observing Raymond's tactic of putting his hands in his girlfriend's hot pants. I quietly observed the woman's expression, she was affected by the touch of Raymond's mischievous hand.

Raymond, the adventurer of that bed - absolutely won a lot.