I would like to thank Dragonette for help in editing, many thanks my lady.
On a nice summers day in the heart of the Oxfordshire county, at the village of Upper Boffam, John, a university graduate at Kings College Oxford, had a day off from university, wandered into the village. He was six foot tall, wide shoulders and could use the loss of a few pounds from his waistline, handsome with an aquiline nose. With piercing blue eyes, fair hair lying on his collar, although a bit on the rough and ready side, he was down to earth with a good sense of humour.
Walking into the towns Woolworth’s store to buy a DVD, he casually walks through the store, a slight smile on his face looking over the DVD range, trying to find something that really appealed to him, not even knowing what sort of thing he wanted. Looking around the store he saw a head of red hair appearing over a stand further down the store, he stopped to watch to see what she looked like.
Miranda, a lithe and willowy five foot four inch redhead, was in Woolworth’s doing her shopping. Her most striking feature was a long mane of reddish hair that she inherited from her grandmother, who had lived in Ireland, she had green eyes, a pert nose and full lips prone to smiling, even when not smiling her mouth turned up. She moved with grace and elegance, seemingly wafting through the village stores.
John, watching this redhead walking in the store, was thinking, ‘fucking hell! Would you look at that, she is gorgeous.’ He decided to walk further into the store to see more of her, trying not to make it obvious that he was checking her out. He was walking behind her, staring at her arse he said to himself, ‘look at the fucking arse on that, couldn’t you just bite it. How can I talk to her?’
Just looking at her he was mesmerized, she was, to say the least, very tasty. He stood opposite her, across the selection of gifts and gave her a gentle smile. “Hi” he said.
Looking up startled she said, “Sorry I was miles away,” in a southern American drawl.
He said, "May I introduce myself, I’m John," and held out his hand to her.
She reached across and said “Hi, I’m Miranda, nice to meet you.”
John said to her, “it’s my pleasure”.
Then she said, “sorry but I have to go” and walked off. John stood there gutted, ‘Oh fuck’ he thought ‘what now, do I ask her out?’
John hurried to catch up with Miranda, he said, “Excuse me my lady, could I trouble you to have dinner with me tonight please?”
Miranda said, “Well I don’t usually go out on dates”
John looked distraught and said, “look I don’t usually ask strangers out but you are truly beautiful, and never would I forgive myself if I missed the chance to dine with the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen.”
Miranda blushed and said, “you are only saying that but as you put it so eloquently, I will, where would you like to meet?”
John said, “lets meet outside The Bull Restaurant and we’ll have a meal there if you want?”
“Ok that sounds fine how about 8 o’clock tonight?”
“Great, I’ll see you there. John stood and watched her walk away, thinking to himself ‘fucking yesss, result!’ John busied himself with booking a table and a few other things for the evening entertainment, feeling like a dog with two dicks, so pleased with himself.
When he got home he washed, showered and shaved, this was going to take a lot of his money but he thought it worth every penny, at 7 o’clock he got his suit out, hoping it still fit him as his gut was getting bigger, the trousers were a little snug so he decided not to wear any underwear. He put on a white shirt leaving the top two buttons undone, the hairs from his chest poking out of the top of his shirt, clean shoes and he was ready, off to The Bull Restaurant.
He arrived fifteen minutes early and patiently waited for Miranda. After twenty-five minutes she walked up to him in an emerald green dress with green shoes her red hair glowing in the lights like a halo. “Hi,” she said. John, mouth open, says, “God you look so beautiful.” Thinking to himself ‘fucking look at this gorgeous bird I’m with.’
He offers her his arm and they walk into the restaurant, the waitress takes them to their table, he pulls out her seat for her. “Thank you so much, a gentleman is so rare nowadays.”
He smiles and says, “it is nothing,” whilst thinking ‘lying bastard you’ve never done it before.’ They sit and order drinks. Making small talk he is attentive, always looking at her eyes, always trying not to look at her impressive cleavage, surreptitiously looking at her breasts when she is looking away, seeing the disruption of her nipple in the fabric of her dress.
As the meal goes on they talk and find things that they have in common, always small talk with some light banter and they both think they have hit it off well together, after a few wines and a glorious meal they get to the coffee, both in truth wishing the evening never to end. Eventually they must call for the bill. John says to her, “thank you for coming, this has been truly a special night for me.”
Miranda blushed and dropped her eyes. “I have really enjoyed it, thank you.”
As the bill was bought to the table a waitress came laden with a bouquet of twenty four red roses, as she walked through the restaurant all the other tables watched the waitress hand over the bouquet to Miranda, who managed to seem to go the same colour as the roses. “Oh you shouldn’t have!” said Miranda.
John said, “ah but I must.”
Miranda looks around to see every eye in the restaurant looking at her, the embarrassment! Yet the thrill of seeing all the women looking jealously at their husbands thinking ‘bastard wouldn’t buy me anything.’ All the husbands thinking ‘Lucky bastards going to be tupping a redhead tonight and I’m going home with the dragon.’ John and Miranda got up to leave, he had his hand on the small of her back and everybody watched them walk from the restaurant. Miranda blushing, John with a huge grin thinking ‘fucking yes! Great impression.’ Looking at all the sorry bastards that will get tongue pie for weeks because they didn’t think of it.
John walked Miranda home. At her door she thought ‘do I invite him in or not, as he’s put himself to so much trouble and been such a sweetie?’
John says “That has been the best evening I have ever had, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, it has truly been a pleasure.” He took her hand, kissed the back of it, caressed her cheek and said “Thank you, in you go now before I leave.”
