The Meeting
I am sitting at a corner table in a coffee shop called the Cornagen Tavern in Donetsk, Ukraine. It is a quaint little bar and restaurant, the kind of place you can have a beer and a great local cuisine meal.
I am sipping a beer, waiting for her to come walking through the door. I am excited to see her for the first time, up close and personal, to smell her hair and feel the softness of her face against mine as we meet with a gentle kiss hello. She asked me to come see her, to come experience her part of the world and I did so eagerly. I so want to see her, my heart pounding, my palms sweaty with anticipation. She said she would be here by six and it is nearly six now. Suddenly I see a taxi pull up to the front of the tavern through the front window.
The door opens and out she steps, I see long beautiful legs in high heel shoes and a red mini skirt. My heart leaps as I see her for the very first time in person, even more beautiful than all the times I have seen her in pictures. She walks over to the front door, opens it and steps into the tavern. First, she looks to the right then to the left and there she sees me, I am wearing the pink rose on my lapel I had promised. She smiles and turns gracefully to walk to me. There in front of me is my dream girl, beautiful, sexy, and ever so hot! I can tell her face is flush with excitement, wanting to see me.
Your anticipation is as unbearable as mine is. You were only just a few minutes ago at home, showering, getting dressed and putting on your make-up for our first meeting. To see the man that cares for you, finds you so sexy and attractive.
You reach out to me and we embrace, feeling each other's bodies, like a dream, that has only seemed so far away until now. We are real, we exist, and we are finally finding each other in a world full of people that seem so distant and far away from each other. We stand there in our embrace, holding each other not wanting to let go for fear of the moment disappearing into a fuzzy dream that is not true. You are so tall, your hair so long, you smell like a beautiful fragrant rose, so very warm to my touch. I make a point to smell your brunette hair as it hangs near me, my face touching yours, I feel how soft, and smooth it is to my touch.
The smell of your hair lingering in my mind, I have waited so long for this moment to feel, smell, and see the woman I so deeply desire.
You say hello to me in English, your Ukrainian accent that I have always found so sensual and sexy sounds like music to my ears. You join me at my table and sit across from me, fidgeting a little with your hair, putting your purse on the chair next to you. The waiter approaches our table asks us if we would like something special to drink before our dinner. You order the Herbal blend "Sorgo" tea and I ask for the Black tea "Darjeeling." The waiter disappears into the back of the restaurant to retrieve our drinks while we look at the menus. When Stahnyuk returns with our drinks, we order a dinner of Π‘ΡΠ΅ΠΉΠΊ ΠΈ ΠΠΈΠ½Π³Π²ΠΈΠ½ΠΈ Ρ Π΄Π°ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΡΡ (Steak and Linguini with seafood) from the menu. He turns and leaves us to ourselves while our meal is prepared.
You and I look at each other, taking each other in, you smile at me with that beautiful smile I have seen so many times in the pictures you have sent me. We begin with small talk, discussing my trip over, I ask how your clothing shop is doing, and we tell each other how wonderful it is to be together. In no time at all, we are chatting like lifelong friends, laughing, sharing, joking, and discussing what we will do with our time together.
I ask you to suggest what we do for the evening and you say, "We can go to the Shakhtar Plaza Night Club!" I look back at you with a cute little devilish smile since you know that club is in the same hotel where I am staying.
The Shakhtar Plaza Hotel, a five-star hotel that is nearby and is a very luxurious place to spend my time with you. I think it is a wonderful idea and we agree to go after dinner for some dancing and fun before the close of the evening. We can feel each other's exuberance for the upcoming evening with each other.
Our waiter brings our dinner, it smells so delicious, and my steak is still sizzling on the plate. Your linguine with seafood looks like it is delectable and is more than you will eat. We enjoy our meal chatting, drinking our tea, and enjoying each other's company. Before we know it, we are finished with dinner and ready to move on with our time with each other. I pay for dinner as you call for a taxi to take us to the nightclub.
As we drive across town you explain to me what we are seeing on our short ten-minute trip. You knew we were getting close to the nightclub when we could see the Donbass arena and football stadium getting closer. Finally, the taxi arrived in front of the nightclub; we get out of the taxi and go inside the hotel. We could hear the music as we walked in, it was loud and upbeat, and you were already shaking your ass in that tight little red skirt you were wearing. I could not help but look at your firm tight ass as you walked in front of me.