My name is Anna, and I will tell you about my exciting sexual adventure!
It was a hot summer day when I was doing my preparations in front of the mirror for finally meeting the guy I had been talking to online for a year. We met in one of those hobby groups on a popular social media site, and we hit it off right away. He didn't live far from me, but one thing after another came up, and we couldn't plan a meeting before now.
With my make-up done and my hair done up just right, all I had left to do was decide on a dress. Yes! A yellow dress with lace sleeves and tiny white flowers will look perfect on me, not to mention it is simple to take off for easy access! With the dress, I decided to pair up my adorable, wedged-heel sandals to highlight my fresh pedicure!
"All ready to go?" I challenged myself. "Purse... check. Keys... check." I know I'm all prepared for him to arrive.
With slightly but still embarrassingly sweaty hands, at least to me, I tried to force patience on myself while waiting in my apartment living room. From my couch, I could see the complex's main gate out front. I tried to clean my hands with a blanket I kept on the couch -- need to make sure I wash it later! This anxiety and excitement reminded me to be conscious of my passion and that I needed to do my best to stay in control and not jump him in public!
I was pulled out of my naughty public-sex fantasy when I saw him pull up to the gate in his hot, red BWM. My handsome date got out of the car, which he had parked along the curb, and walked around to the gate to meet me. I waved to him while leaving my apartment. Then I locked the door and did the same with the gate.
After taking my hands in his, he greeted me with a disarming smile. "Hi! How are you?"
"Just fine! Are we ready to go?" I matched his smile, and he pulled me into a hug.
He walked to the passenger side of his beamer, holding my hand. Then my gentleman date opened the car door, nodded to me to get in, and closed the door firmly. He even waited to make sure my dress wasn't in the door. We both flashed blazing smiles to each other.
Once he was driving, he asked me for my favorite restaurant. I told him about a lovely seafood restaurant in the middle of the city. I hadn't been there in several years, but I remember they had the best crabcakes!
"That is a great place! We'll go there," he announced and squeezed my hand gently before putting his hand back on the wheel.
Once on the main road into the city, we had a light and friendly conversation. We talked about the hobby that brought us together, our week, and the movies we had seen recently. Meanwhile, I was staring at his hands gripping the wheel, admiring their rugged manliness. Also, I appreciated his polo shirt and khaki pants. He was well-dressed and dashing without being overdressed for the evening.
We were parked on the street a block from the restaurant in no time. He got out of the car, ran to my side of the car along the sidewalk, opened the door, and helped me out of the vehicle with a hand. I thanked him for being such a gentleman and took his offered arm.
I had only been to this restaurant during the day before, and now it was more beautiful on the outside and more romantic with dim lighting inside. The maître d' led us to a perfect table for two in a corner. We had a view of a park lit for the night as the sun started to set.
The evening was even better with good food, laughter, and talking about everything we had never got to talk about before. This was far beyond the nice conversations we had in texts and online chats. His stunningly blue eyes captured me and held me throughout it.
I'm thinking, "Oh, my god! This guy is great! He is entertaining, engaging, and makes me feel desired. What would he be like in bed?" There are many other thoughts along that line, of course.
Our waiter brought the bill to him, and he took care of that quickly as we continued our conversation and drinks. The food was already gone, and I couldn't believe the time was going so fast.
My handsome date reached across the table to take my hand in both of his as he offered, "Anna, I've had an amazing time with you tonight, and I don't want it to end. I want you to come to my place."
As he waited for my response with eagerness and the unspoken question in his eyes, my already rapid heartbeat jumped to a new level. I was expecting to hear this, but now it's me on the spot!
"I would love to go to your place. I am sure we can find something to talk about there!" was my response. I giggled right after that and squeezed his hand.
His face relaxed just barely, and he stood up. Still holding my hand with one of his now, he walked behind me, pulled out my chair, and led me out of the restaurant.
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"I mentioned them to you before, but I have many paintings and drawings I want to show you." He had my arm in his again while we walked to the front door of his home.
He had let me walk by myself to examine each piece. I was struck instantly by the artwork on the walls. There were various styles with pencil sketches, ink drawings, abstract, full paintings, and some clay sculptures. They all had one thing in common: each represented one or more naked men or women in numerous poses. Every piece was worthy of more than a moment of reflection as well as conversation pieces.
I spent some time in front of each piece. Unexpectedly to me, I was getting turned on. The eroticism of the people being presented did something to me that made my panties wet! I stopped to inspect a sculpture of a roughly shaped man sitting on a rock with his legs spread and rigid penis thrust out. I was surprised at feeling a hand on my lower back and the artist collector standing beside me.
He whispered, "I'm sorry to make you jump. That was a scene I saw at that park a few years ago -- the one below our restaurant. I put all that together the next day. What are your thoughts?"
"It's bold and stimulating! I'm very impressed with your artwork! Did you make all of these?"
