All morning I had been nervous. No, that's not the word for it. More like absolutely buzzing with excitement, mixed with nervousness. That was more what I was feeling.
We had planned this for months. Mostly due to him having a real busy period with work, and the new college year keeping me rammed with introductory homework after boring essays. But finally. Finally, the stars aligned and I got the text I had been waiting for what felt like an age.
"I'm free this weekend, are you, Baby girl?"
I let out an excited squeak, spinning around in my chair. Kicking my feet, as I re- read his words over and over. Before responding.
Our relationship started, like most, with a chance meeting in a coffee shop. I was catching up on the assigned reading for my English lit course, and had accidentally bumped into him on my way to get a refill. It was so fucking awkward, god I can be so fucking clumsy sometimes. But he was really sweet. Not only offering to buy me a replacement coffee, but to replace my ruined book as well. He would not take no for an answer.
So that's how it started. How John swept into my life. He owned a club, well a few clubs. Some high end fancy cocktail bars and a handful of stylish nightclubs. Although you would have never guessed, with how he dressed. Fine tailored suits that clung to him like a second skin. His salt and peppered black hair was slicked back, and his beard was always neatly trimmed. But it was his eyes that caught hold of my attention. Such a shade of pale blue, I almost mistook them for gray.
After that first meeting, I noticed he had slipped a piece of paper with his number in the new copy of Wuthering Heights he bought for me. Damn if that was not the smoothest thing a guy has done to me.
I took the time carefully picking out my outfit for our meeting. I wanted to look good, but did not want to look too desperate..John had mentioned he liked the fact I didn't dress like most girls at my college. Flaunting themselves off to passing men with their short skirts and low cut tops. "You're for my eyes only." I had gone cherry red at the message.
Finally I decided on a matching set of powder blue lacy bra and panties. A plain white shirt, with long puffy sleeves, and a black plaid knee-length skirt. Alongside some short heels and thigh high black socks. Hopefully I would not get id'd when I went to the club. Even with the cute outfit, my baby face gave my true age of eighteen away. I pinched my cheeks, as I looked at myself over. I was short for my age, around 5ft 2 without the heels. My white shirt clung to my perky C cup tits and narrow waist. Only for my skirt to hug my full hips. I had recently had my hair cut, styling my short Auburn hair with a slight wave. I hoped it would help with my ' not being turned away at the door problem.'
As I made my way to John's club, I felt my stomach flutter with excitement. I was no virgin, but I had a very ... limited experience with sex. When I say I had... limited experience. Well. I had one previous partner. He took my virginity in a quick in out session. No foreplay, no kissing. It was quite unpleasant. So no surprise when he broke up with me not long after. John had not backed away from my lack of experience. Nor had I backed away when he told me he was in his early 40's. There was something about the thought of an older man that made my stomach flutter.
The cab I had booked pulled up outside the club. There were no lights outside, but the long line of people suggested I was in the right place. John had told me to talk to the bouncer, not to line up, and I would be let straight in. I felt bad skipping the queue. Making my way to the tall tough looking bouncer, I felt glares aimed at me, alongside a few muttered curses. The bouncer didn't even ask for my id, simply letting me in once I told him my name.
Inside was not too loud. That was a surprise, the music was loud enough to be enjoyable, but not too loud that you needed to shout over it to be heard. Scanning the room, I could not see John anywhere. Biting my lip slightly, I walked over to the bar and sent him a text to let him know I was here.
"There you are, Baby girl." John's voice drew my attention instantly. Looking up, to find him standing right in front of me. He was so handsome. The black shirt he wore fitted him well, clinging to his wide shoulders and slight build. He had rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. Along with his black slacks and dark leather shoes, he was a breathtaking sight. Did I also mention the man was tall. About 6ft odd, he towers over me when he stands.
"My, my aren't you a delight." His lips twitched into a smile as he held a hand out to me. Taking hold of it, only for him to tug me to my feet and twirl me around slowly.
"Hi" I muttered, feeling my cheeks glow red as he looked me over. Using his hold on my hand, he pulled me so my back was flush against his chest. His hands rested on my hips, holding me in place.
"Now Baby, is that how you greet me?" He purred in my ear, a low rich sound that made my knees weak.
"Hi Daddy." I turned my head slightly, so I did not need to speak loud for him to hear me. Although I was interested in this... dynamic he had brought up, I was still new to it.
"Come with me." John pulled back, taking my hand in his once more, he led me away from the bar. Through a packed dance floor and towards the back of the club. I felt a few eyes flick over me as I followed him, and began to feel a bit self conscious about my outfit. Was it too ... safe. The women we passed were beautiful, dressed in sexy outfits that left nothing to the imagination. And here I was looking like I was going to an office meeting.
A door at the back of the club opened with a soft beep. With his hand firmly on my lower back, John ushered me inside. As it clicked shut behind us, I was greeted by a staircase. Standing at the bottom I felt my stomach do little flips from nerves.
"You ok Baby?" He asked softly, while his hand still rested on my back, he did not force me to start moving. Looking down at me, I could see his gray blue eyes filled with concern. "We don't have to do anything tonight, if you don't want to. We can simply just have a few drinks and relax."
"I want to." I blurted out, looking away in embarrassment. He moved closer, backing me into a wall. Using one arm to block me in place, while his free hand gently took hold of my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes.
"My baby is so nervous, isn't she?" He offered me a slight smile as his thumb brushed against my lower lip. I slowly nodded, my brain losing the ability to talk with him so close. The feeling of his warm body against mine. The heady scent of sandalwood and musk that swirled around me, bathing me in his aftershave as he leaned close. I let out a soft moan as his lips finally claimed mine. It was a soft kiss, but I melted into it. Clutching his shirt as I lost myself to him. His beard was surprisingly soft against my skin, it tickled rather than scratched.
As suddenly as it started, he pulled back from the kiss. Earning a low chuckle from him as I whimpered at the loss. "So needy." He brushed his thumb over my heated cheeks. "If you can get up the stairs, I'll give you another kiss, how's that?" I set off up the stairs, hearing him follow close behind.
