Here I am, sitting alone anxiously waiting for my date to arrive. I am working on my second dark beer, the cold glass touching gently to my lip as I let the thick dark heady resin roll over my tongue and into my throat. It eases my anxiety a bit, but not entirely - of course the feel of this hard wooden chair beneath my ass might have something to do with it to. I adjust a few times feeling the contours of the seat against my body, only feeding the sensations that I hope to distract me from my nervous thoughts. This is only my second real date since my 12 year marriage ended about a year ago - you could say I was concerned about being a little rusty.
I met her online, one of those dating sites - a ravenous beauty from her photos, the physical embodiment of perfection - dark luscious curls that ebb about her soft smooth features - her high cheek bones that accent her intoxicating hazel eyes. Needless to say, I was already lured in just by her physical prowess. Now, tack on that our conversations via email and text to this point have been great - I sensed even a little naughty in her.
As I take in my last few drops on my dark porter, I turn my head towards the door - in she walks and I am sure I stopped breathing. She is wearing knee high dark high heel boots, sculpting her perfect petite legs - I can see the soft caress of her ankles as they gently elongate into her long legs. Her skirt, just above knee height with dark hose, allowing me just a glimpse of her - my imagination was already sliding my hand up her inner thigh. A long dark coat that framed her beautiful face - what a vision she was. I hadn't thought how obvious my tour of her body was, but once our eyes meet I knew that she was not shy about my quick visual feast of her - in fact a small glint said she rather enjoyed it.
She walked towards me with grace that only a woman of her class could - elegant and revealed with seductive overtones the way she moved her legs and softly swayed her body. She sat across from me, only then did she slowly peal off her large dark coat to reveal the rest of her self to me - I wanted her already and we hadn't barely even introduced. She was dark and sultry, perfectly petite, soft features and legs that I could suck kiss from ankle to thigh. I of course contained this and stayed in control, doing my best not to let on of my interest - I wanted her.
We enjoyed some pleasantries, talking as most people do on a first date. My eyes with every stolen moment tracing a new part of her body, thinking about how she must taste and feel - mentally running my hands across her body touching her in ways that would send tingles down her spine. It only grew more intense as the food arrived, taking the appetizer in my hands and slowly bringing it to my lips - sucking on it and biting it feeling the juices run into my mouth and across my tongue - the saltiness of it increasing the intensity. However, our meal is almost ruined when the Gnocchi came - it was their first time preparing this dish at the restaurant and it was not good. Luckily our conversation had been great and she was open to other ideas - she mentioned her favorite place for Gnocchi and so I quickly got us out of there.
