The evening arrives. Yolanda is sitting on the sofa waiting for Malcolm. What she doesn't know is he's standing on the opposite side of her door holding a large bouquet of flowers. He wants to make a great impression on her. Flowers aren't the only thing he brought. He brought a new outfit. He's wearing Sean John's. A white button down short sleeve shirt, black slacks and white Stacy Adams Spencer shoes. His hand is shaky and sweaty. He doesn't understand why he's so nervous. He had sex with this woman already. Amazing sex! He takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly and clears his throat before knocking.
She smiles as she stands up to go answer her door. She opens it and Malcolm jaw drops. She's wearing a powder blue spaghetti strap maxi dress with white Jimmy Choo sandals. The way the dress hugs her curves has his cock growing.
"Hi Yolanda. You look gorgeous," he pauses as he stares at her.
Drinking in her beauty. His imagination running wild with ideas of what he wants to do to her right now. She blushes as she clears her throat.
"Oh sorry, these are for you," he says nervously as he hands her the bouquet.
She takes them from him. She steps to the side so he can come in.
"Thank you, Malcolm. You look great! And the flowers are beautiful," she pauses as she inhales the sweet scent.
"I also want to make a great impression on you. So, do you like?" she asks as she poses with one hand on her waist.
"You have done amazing, but a beautiful woman like you wouldn't need to impress me. I already am," he answers.
Her whole entire was great. From her curly ponytail with a couple of spiral curls, her necklace, earrings, her manicure hands to her pedicure feet.
"Thank you so much Malcolm. I really appreciate it," she moves closer and gives him a kiss on the cheek.
She takes a step back as she goes disappear into the kitchen.
"I'm only being honest. You're a beautiful woman inside and out. I'm honor to know you," he says proudly.
She returns from the kitchen wiping her eyes. Concern, he walks over to her. He holds her shoulders as he searches her face.
"Is everything alright? Why are you crying?"
"It's just not many men had told me I'm beautiful. It's feels nice to have someone say it. So, these are happy tears," she answers.
Malcolm reaches up and wipe a tear from her left eye. This little gesture causes Yolanda to moistens her panties. He's gentle and caring. Damn, she wants to fuck him right now.
"Thank you, Malcolm. You are the sweetest," she says as she kisses his lips.
After the kiss, Malcolm bites his bottom lip. Her glitter cover lips are soft and juicy. He can kiss them for hours.
"You're welcome. Shall we go?" he holds his hand out for her as he bows slightly.
"You are a gentleman. I like that so much," she says as she places her hand on his.
He squeezes softly as they head out her home. When they reach his car, he unlocks it and holds the door open for her. She carefully gets in because her long dress. Once she's situate herself, he closes the door. While driving, they make small talk. During their conversation, he tells her his age.
"You're 28 years old?" she asks surprise.
He stares at her, surprise by her surprise.
"Is this a problem? I thought you wouldn't care about my age. I'm a grown man Yolanda," he reassures her.
She stares out the window not sure if she should tell him her age. Would he care that he's sleeping with a much older woman? Her hands start shaking. She clasps them together so he wouldn't see. He parks the car in the lot, so they had to walk to the Minskoff theatre. As they walk, he holds her hand in his. She stares at the gesture and then at him. She gives him a fake smile. This will be the first and last date I'll have with him, she thinks. At the theatre, the usher show them to their seats. Once settle, he turns to her.
"Is everything alright between us? I feel like I did something wrong," he stares at her as he waits for her response.
"Everything is fine," she lies.
He doesn't buy it. He's about to say something, but the lights dim letting them know the show is about to begin. She couldn't enjoy the show because Malcolm keeps cutting his eyes at her. She had a feeling he was younger, but more than ten years! Why didn't she ask his age before they had sex? She didn't ask because she didn't think she would like him so quickly. But, she likes him a lot! It scares her because with him being young, he might only want sex and nothing else. Yeah, she doesn't believe in one night stand, but she doesn't want only sex either. She's going to end this before her feelings for him intensifies.
It's intermission. Great, he thinks. It's the perfect time to talk to her. As soon as he turns to face her, she's already standing up and walking away.
He folds his arms and pouts. Now, he must wait for her to come back. He becomes worry. Ever since he told her his age, she's been acting funny. She's pushing him away and he doesn't like it. He likes her a lot. He doesn't want this to end. It's more than sex for him. Maybe she thinks he's too young for her and might end it. He's starts feeling sick slightly. The intermission is over and she comes back. Damn, now he can't talk to her. Fuck it, he must try.
"Yolanda, I need to speak with you," he whispers.
She turns to him.
"Not now. The show's starting," she whispers back.
He stands up and grabs her by her elbow. He lifts her elbow until she stands up. Having a tight grip, he pulls her and heads to the lobby. As soon as they're in the lobby, he pulls her to a corner for privacy.
"Why are you treating me like this?" he asks as he tries to remain calm.
