This is a story that is somewhat based on a personal experience. Enjoy!
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I got dressed very carefully for my date this evening. I had been asked to go out for a couple of drinks by the guy in our local pub who ran the quiz night. He had caught my eye as soon as I had gone in yesterday evening, and when his green eyes met mine I had felt as though I had been electrocuted.
All evening I was acutely aware of him, and every so often I felt the intent heat of his gaze fall over my face. When he approached me, he held out his hand and introduced himself. I blushed deeply, shook his hand and told him my name. He held my hand longer than necessary, making me blush hotter. A familiar feeling of arousal stirred in my stomach, and I pushed away the dirty thoughts that suddenly bloomed in my mind's eye. Almost as though he could see the thoughts too, a wicked grin appeared on his face and he let go of my hand to run his fingers through his soft copper hair, pushing it back from his face. My mouth watered.
He sat down opposite me and we talked late into the evening. He told me how he had started his business up from scratch and that he ran the quiz as a way to de-stress at the end of the week. I told him about my studies and how I hoped to receive my qualification next year. At this he had tilted his head to the side and looked me up and down, slowly.
'How old are you, Kitten?' I felt the blush return to my cheeks. Even though I had told him my name, he had only referred to me as Kitten from the moment he sat down. It didn't help that in my deep, dark, sexual fantasies, I was always dominated by a strong man who balanced caring and cruelty as naturally as breathing, who used me for his own desires as well as making sure my needs were met, who referred to me in my best behaved moments as his 'good little Kitten.' Maybe this guy WAS some kind of psychic. I shook my head, remembering that he had asked me a question.
'I'm 22,' I replied, biting my tongue to fight the impulse to add 'Sir'.
'22,' he sighed, and he almost seemed sad. I looked into his eyes, waiting for him to continue. 'I'm afraid you may be too young for me, Kitten. A man of 34 shouldn't take advantage of one so young.'
At this I burst out laughing. He cocked his head to the side again, this time confused. I pressed my hand to my mouth to stifle my giggles, and straightened my back as I pushed my laughter down.
'My last boyfriend was 40. Honestly, I think my parents would be thrilled if I were to date someone so much closer to my age.'
The wicked grin re-appeared on his face, and it was my turn to look confused.
'So you'd like to go on a date, would you?' he smirked. Realising what I had said, I flushed deep red again and dropped my head, mortified. He chuckled darkly, and reached out to lift my chin, meeting my eyes.
I felt my desire build at his touch. I inadvertently leaned forward, and his hand moved from my chin to cup my cheek. His eyes roved over me slowly, taking in my new position: my legs were slightly parted, my breasts were pushed up between my arms, my hands were resting flat against my thighs. He let out a noise that I could have sworn was a growl, and returned his darkened eyes to mine.
'When you look at me like that with those beautiful eyes, how could I refuse such a request?' he purred, and gently stroked his thumb over my lower lip. I dug my nails into my thighs to stop myself taking his thumb in my mouth. He noticed, and growled again. He pulled his hand away from me, and I saw the effort that it took him to do so. He closed his eyes briefly and breathed out slowly, and when he opened them again they had returned to their usual light green.
'So, when are you free for a date, Kitten?'
'Tomorrow?' I blurted, then bit my lip at how desperate I had sounded. He laughed lightly, took my hand again and kissed my palm softly.
'It's a date,' he smiled. 'Meet me here at 7pm, OK?'
'OK,' I grinned back.
'Until tomorrow, then.' He stood up and went back to the bar, and engaged in conversation with the landlord.
I waited until I could feel my legs again, then stood and left the pub, forcing myself not to look back. My walk home took much longer than it usually did as I fantasised about him all the way. Images of him stood over me, with his hands in my hair as I knelt at his feet, flooded my mind. I had always dreamed of serving someone, and this might be my chance to experience that. I had no way of knowing whether he was even remotely interested in those things, but something in the way he had looked at me this evening, the way he had controlled his own responses, made me hopeful.
The next day was pure agony, time went by slowly and I couldn't concentrate on any of my usual tasks or assignments. I had to resist the urge to masterbate to images of him controlling me, telling me what to do, me serving him, making him drinks and food, seeing that his sexual needs were met. When I finally got home and changed for the evening, I had to change my underwear too.
For the date I chose a tight fitting black top that dipped low, showing off my breasts. I wore dark blue skinny jeans that hugged my ass and curves, and slid my feet into sandals with low heels - I had noticed our height difference yesterday and wanted to appear a little taller. I finished the look with very light, natural make-up and a thin silver choker necklace. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I wondered if what I wore would please him, and the thought made me moan. I shook my head in an attempt to think straight, and made myself set off out of the house.
As I approached the pub, I noticed him stood outside. He looked incredible, in tight fighting black jeans, a blue button down shirt and black boots. He had a leather biker jacket slung over one shoulder, and under his arm was a motorcycle helmet.
'You ride a bike?'
'Hello to you too, Kitten,' he chuckled. He put his helmet and jacket down on the table next to him, stepped towards me and pulled me to his chest. I should have been concerned that a strange man was trapping me against him, but it felt too... right. I snuggled against his chest and wrapped my arms around his waist. He nuzzled his nose into my neck and breathed in deeply. 'Mmm, you smell devine. And you look even better. And to answer your question, yes I ride a bike. That's my Harley behind you.' He released me so I could look, and I took in the sexy black bike propped up behind me. I grinned up at him, and saw that he was watching me intently.
'How about that drink?' he asked, steering me towards the pub door with his hand on the small of my back. He ordered a cider for me and a beer for him, and found us a quiet booth table in the back corner of the pub. I followed him around like a lost puppy, and when I sat down he slid into the booth after me, cornering me. I felt my body respond, and sat up straighter. He seemed amused by this, but didn't say anything about it as he handed me my drink.
Throughout the evening he asked me questions about myself, my life, my dreams, my past relationships. I answered every question honestly and without hesitation, until we had both finished our drinks and I realised something.
'I'm sorry, I've been talking about myself all evening. Why don't I get us another drink, and we can talk about you?' I put my hand on my glass to pick it up, ready to return it to the bar. He gently put his hand over mine, stopping my movement and sending a jolt of electricity through me. For all his proximity, this was the first time he had touched me since he had steered me inside.
'I was actually wondering if you might like to come to my place for another drink?' he murmured, maintaining eye contact so that he could gauge my reaction. 'I won't be able to drive the bike safely if I have another, and I would love to continue our conversation.'
'Usually I would say no to going to a strange man's house alone, and perhaps I should say no tonight too,' I teased. If I was honest with myself, for some reason I just felt completely safe with him. A serious look appeared in his eyes.
'You have every right to deny my invitation, and if you do want to come then I think it's only fair that you tell someone where you are going. I will happily give you my address, phone number and date of birth to send to someone.' He looked at me long and hard, and I considered this. I accepted his offer, entered his details into my phone and sent them to a friend with a message letting her know that I was safe. She replied instantly to wish me luck, and I showed him the messages. He smiled and nodded.
'Good girl,' he said. My stomach clenched, my breath caught in my throat and I felt myself become wet. Hearing him say the words I had fantasised about last night, I was immediately turned on. It must have shown on my face, because his eyes grew dark as they had the day before and I heard a low rumble coming from his chest. He gripped my hand, and stood up quickly, pulling me from the booth. I trotted after him willingly, smiling as he waved goodnight to a few of the regulars in the pub. Outside it was growing dark, and I shivered slightly in the cool evening air.
'Here,' he said, and held out his jacket. I hesitated. 'If you don't wear it, you can't ride the bike.' That was all it took. I scrambled into the jacket, keen to do anything to be allowed to ride on the back of a motorcycle. 'Chin up, Baby.' I complied, and he zipped the jacket up all the way. 'And this too.' He lifted the seat of the bike and pulled a spare helmet out, handing it to me. I raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged. 'What can I say, I like to be prepared. In all honesty, I shouldn't allow you on the bike at all in those shoes. I will make an exception this time, but next time wear more appropriate shoes. Agreed?'
'Yes Sir,' I said teasingly. Suddenly, he was towering over me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him so that my feet left the floor. I gasped, surprised by his sudden movement and the look of lust on his face. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and slowly let go, lowering me back down to the ground.
