I met Maurice two weeks ago on a local chat-room on the Internet. We were supposed to exchange pictures, but I convinced him otherwise. Although I consider myself very attractive, I am a bit overweight and didn't want to be prejudged by it. Over the last few days, our little romantic small talk took on a more sexual nature. He had a smooth speaking voice that soothed me. I actually came on myself once or twice during our conversations. Finally we agreed to meet at my place for breakfast, and if the weather forecast held up, they said it'd be a warm spring day, then we'd spend the afternoon in a local park. But as usual here I am sitting around waiting for him to show up and he's already twenty minutes late. I was just about to pull out my all men are dogs bag when the doorbell rang. I wore a short but not too raunchy skirt; with a tight white blouse making sure I had plenty of cleavage showing, and three inch, black open toe sling-backs.
I checked myself in the mirror by the front door. My below shoulder length stringy blonde hair was had a luxurious glowing radiance as did my hair. I guest all the money and time I spent in tanning salons had paid off and my soft blue eyes were alive and fully alert. Over all I thought I looked great. Of course I'd look better wit twenty to thirty less pounds. But no body's perfect.
When I opened the door, I nearly lost my breath. Oh my God this man was gorgeous.
"Uh, good morning Britney right?"
"What took you so long?"
"Oh I'm sorry, there was an accident on Queens Blvd, and the traffic was murder, I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He answered with a shy; boyish like charm that melted any hostility I had against him.
"Well our breakfast is cold, but if you like I can just heat it up in the microwave?"
"Breakfast that would be perfect."
"The kitchen's this way." I motioned for him to follow me. Once again I glanced into a mirror on the sidewall. His eyes were totally focused on my switching behind and if looks are any indication, he liked what he was seeing and the feeling was mutual.
Halfway through our meal, he placed his fork down and looked longingly into my eyes. "You know when I spoke to you the other day, I could tell you were a beautiful person, but now that I'm here with you, I must say you're just as beautiful on the outside as well on the inside and for you to go through all this trouble just for me, I'm truly flattered."
"It was no problem, no problem at all." I answered feeling the energy between us.
"Well, shall we get down to business?"
"I thought we a greed to take our time?" I rebutted.
He took a fork full of eggs and hash browns and began finishing his meal. I could see he was nervous being here with me like this and I loved it. He had the softest baby blue eyes, yet there was something sad and soulful about them like a lost helpless puppy. Even with his shirt and tie on I could tell he had a body right out of Muscular Development Magazine, the one where every man on the cover is showing his six-pack abs. I fought the urge to run across the table and just burry his face in my breast.
He finished the bacon, eggs, and hash browns quickly, drank the Welch's grape juice and was now sipping on a cup of coffee and lustfully staring at my breast. I began to wonder if inviting here was such a good idea.
"That's a beautiful chain you're wearing, is that your birthstone?"
"Yes it is, it's an emerald."
"May I touch it?"
"Only if you promise to behave yourself."
"Scout's honor." He raised his hand mockingly.
He got up from the chair moving like a snake stalking his prey. His eyes were focused and intense. The warmth of his hand so near to me, nearly made me pull away, but I held firm.
"Yes it's truly beautiful."
As he slowly pulled away I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants practically inviting me to touch it.
The dinning area is the centerpiece of my townhouse separating the kitchen from the porch. I especially love mornings like this that allowed the golden sunlight to filter in. I had a bit of a green thumb so between the many plants trees and flowers outside and the plants I had inside it really gave the area an exotic appeal. Perhaps that's what he was feeling, when he looked about, and then trained his eyes on me once more.
"I think this place is fantastic, it's so warm and relaxing."
He might've been referring to my home, but he and I both knew what he really meant. My imagination went wild with fantasies of him stripping off his clothes, and it was becoming increasingly obvious that the room wasn't the only thing warm. I decided to distract my growing arousal by cleaning off the table.
"Hey let me help you with that." He offered grabbing a few items off the table and following behind me to the sink. I could feel his eyes burning on my backside. Like small grain sandpaper he was subtly wearing my resistance down.
"Here don't forget these." He reminded me casually stepping behind me dropping the silverware into the sink. I don't know exactly what pushed me over the edge, maybe it was his cologne, his hot breath against the back of my ear, the way he placed his hand on top of mind, or even that damn bulge again, or maybe all of the above. Whatever it was, my cool demeanor evaporated the second a deep soulful groan escaped my lips, as my legs slightly buckled.
"The feeling is mutual baby." He panted in my ear, placing one hand on my hips and pulling me back against his hard body.
"I thought we agreed, to wait?" I asked again realizing the hypocrisy of the statement.
