I do hope I was not pushy with him while arranging our last minute dinner date though he does not seem to have minded.
I knew he drove a sports car... but when this red RX-8 stopped in front of me. Whoa. I believe my jaw literally dropped. I have never ridden in a bona fide sports car in my 28 years. I was surprised that it was so *low*. The seat is very comfortably angled back (more on this in another episode!). It's one sexy car for sure!
I wasn't expecting an "uncle" despite him describing himself as such. He's no Orlando Bloom but was definitely a pleasure to look at. He sorta grows on you :)
We decided to skip dinner and just have drinks... we ended up at Swensens. He gave me a choice of seats... I took the "sofa" seat which was unfortunately uncomfortable. However, it became a great excuse for my squirming later hehehe.
I was so comfortable chatting with him. In the same way we chatted online, we spoke. I thought I was dreaming. The way he looked at me as we talked was quite electrifying. We weren't even talking about anything sexy and I was starting to squirm! (We were talking legal issues!!!)
Once he reached across and pushed a stray hair away from my cheek ... oooh the jolt! Then we were talking about my chest. I swear he was OGLING. It was all I could do not to wiggle my shoulders at him *giggle*. This most certainly "started my dam flowing". When he reached across and caressed my cheek with the back of his fingers, I knew my thong was soaked.
It was getting late so we finished our drinks, he paid for the bill and we headed for his car. He asked me for my opinion of him thus far and I gave a positive reply. In the lift a while later, I asked him for HIS opinion and as we walked out the lift, he held my hand and asked if that was sufficient answer... ooh more squirming.
We walked to the car and got in, still talking. Without any warning, he leaned across and kissed me... OMG, he's kissing me what do I do now and my brain just shut down and I kissed him back. This scenario clearly shows that the purpose of wearing undies is to keep the juices in. If I wasn't, I fear I would have stained his seat. (Of course, later on, he said that he would have moved lower to lick up every drop from my crevice)