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 Стейк и Лингвини с дарами моря (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.
It is a mesmerizing site to behold, making me have thoughts of what it must feel like to have that ass in my hands, to feel it, to squeeze it, to have you want me to have it in my hands. We walked into the nightclub, the overhead lights flashing and spinning. The dance floor full of people dancing, music blaring from every direction. I ask you if you want something to drink. You ask for a Santa Carla, a tequila drink made with lemon juice, syrup, grapefruit bitters, and sparkling water it comes with a lemon garnish with a mint sprig, a cute little drink. I got myself a coca cola on ice and we found ourselves a seat.
We sit and talk while we drink our drinks. You look so gorgeous sitting there in front of me. I ask you if you want to dance with me and you excitedly say, "Yes!" Next thing you know there we are on the dance floor, dancing in rhythm to the music, watching each other and enjoying our bodies as we move in rhythm to the music. We bump and grind as the music blares in the air, the room energized with sexual energy.
Then, suddenly the music slows down and Chris de Burch, "Lady in Red" starts to play. My favorite slow song, I grab you and pull you to me, put my hands around your waist and leave no room between us. Very nice to hear this song while you just happen to be wearing a beautiful little red dress. We slowly dance in circles as the song plays. You put your head on my shoulder and let yourself relax.
You feel how warm I am, how good I smell, how big and strong I am. You cannot help but notice that my manhood is pressing against you. You can feel my excitement of having you in my arms, holding you. We dance what seems like forever in each other's embrace, you can feel your own excitement building as mine becomes more and more obvious to you.
The music picks up again and we head back over to our table, we sit having another drink and talking. We must holler over the music to hear each other and after a while, we tire of needing to talk so loudly. I lean over to you and ask you if you would like to go to my room with me. You smile at me and say "Yes, I would love to." I pay the check and soon we are walking out of the nightclub heading for my room on the top floor in the penthouse.
We walk to the elevator, you reach over and put your hand in mine, and we hold hands as we enter the elevator to the make our way to my Arena Suite on the 12th floor. I turn and press the 12 button and the doors close. The elevator begins its way upward, suddenly I turn to you pulling you to me and kiss you, my lips feeling yours. You gasp with excitement. You have wanted to do that for so very long, to feel a passionate kiss with me.
You feel my lips press into yours. You open your mouth to allow our tongues to come together in a swirling hot sexually charged kiss. We hear the elevator stop and the doors open, we release each other, our hands still in an embrace, and you have never felt so much passion for a man, to know his thoughts and concerns are yours and yours alone. You are overwhelmed with being horny, you want to rush to the room, but you hold your passion inside, letting me lead you to the room. We reach the door and I unlock it, pushing it open and let you enter first like the gentleman I am (for now).