I met Peter through an online adult dating website. He wasn't really my type, but hey, I was on the site to throw off the shackles of 'type' and just have a great time. He was a bit arrogant on chat, a bit pushy about meeting when we spoke and a bit sort of 'c'mon baby, what you got to lose?' I hated it and liked it at the same time. To me, it was very macho, very cocky.
Despite online dating 101, I went to his house for our first meeting. It was lunchtime, what could possibly happen? From the moment he greeted me, to the time he put me exhausted into a cab at 6am the next day, he was like a thirsty man who could not get enough water.
The way I usually play things was to talk for a bit, flirt, check on the chemistry and then maybe agree to take things further. Not Peter. He walked right up to me, made a growling lewd comment about how sexy my tits were and stuck his tongue in my mouth while feeling my ass.
"Hey!" I jumped back like a teenage virgin and all but spat his tongue out. "Hey! You shit! I'm not a fucking hooker, you can't just assume things." And then maddeningly, he laughed and took my hand and kissed the palm. And still holding it, he apologized.
In hindsight, I would have walked away on anyone else, but he had a deep gravelly voice and a the kind of mischievous smile that could get him off a murder rap. "Well, just back off a bit okay?"
I didn't know this, but by staying beyond that moment, for forgiving him his boyish sleaziness, it was on. Green light. Go. And there was no backing off.
Bracing to combat an immediate ravaging, I was surprised (and relieved) to find we would be going out for lunch – to a public place – and getting to know each other a bit. Surely he would have to keep his hands to appropriate gestures only?
Wrong. At the restaurant, he moved his chair close to mine and said "I just want our conversation to be private." I believed him until he put his hand up my skirt after making sure the waiter was watching. I let him almost reach my panties before leaning in close to his ear and calmly said "Remove your hand or I guarantee it will never touch that spot again." He hesitated. Flashed that grin and moved his chair further away without a word.
He started to talk about swingers nights he'd been to and asked if I'd ever been to one. I hadn't but said with the right person I'd consider it. So of course, he invited me. I just laughed and tried to change the subject because I didn't even know if I wanted to kiss him again yet. But he continued talking, kind of loudly, about how he would love to watch me lick another woman's pussy while he fucked me from behind. "Would you like that?" I shrugged and talked about the wine.