She couldn’t believe she was standing in front of the restaurant with her hand on the door, preparing to take a major step forward in her life. Indecision gripped her and her insides threatened to take on a life of their own as she tried to decide whether to go inside or not.
She had never even given any thought to ever being in this situation until several days before. When she had opened her email there was one from him waiting for her. They had chatted online for several weeks and the chats had become increasingly more sexual in content, until they were at times erotically graphic. He had sent her stories he had written, that she had found exciting and arousing.
His email had said that he would be in town in two days and then gave only the name of the restaurant and the following cryptic message : Dinner @ 7:00, Dessert @ 8:00.
Over the next 2 days she tried to decide what she was going to do, and with each thought found herself unwillingly being drawn towards this place in time. Even earlier this evening as she dressed to go out she was still questioning whether she should meet him for dinner. As she fixed her hair and put on her best perfume , she tried to decide what to wear , something elegant but not too suggestive at the same time.
She had decided on an emerald green wraparound dress that swirled around her legs as she walked. The neckline played to her cleavage without drawing attention. She stood at her underwear drawer and tried to decide what to wear underneath her dress and was quite amused and aroused as she decided “in for a penny, in for a pound” and decided to dispense with any underwear at all. As she put on the dress she could feel the soft silk slide across her nipples causing a delicious tingle to pass through her body. She pulled a conservative pair of heels from her closet and then decided to wear something with more heel.
As she left the house and got into her car she could still not believe she was actually going to do this. It was as if she was in a dream and could not wake up.
Now she was standing here at the door, the late afternoon sunshine reflecting off the windows of the restaurant, trying to decide once and for all if she was going to enter. She knew if she stepped through the door that she might not be able to turn back from the course that lay on the other side of the door.
With one last look back at her car, she pulled on the door and stepped into the cool darkness of the restaurant. After the bright of the afternoon sun it seemed extremely dark inside the restaurant. She stepped up to the hostess and told her she was meeting Derek Edge. With a flip of her hair the hostess turned and led her deeper into the interior of the restaurant to a booth set in a back corner. The man that rose from the booth was tall, with dark brown hair, graying slightly at the temples, a dark brown moustache and dark brown eyes. He was not handsome in a classic way, but something about him alluded to the fact that he was confident about himself and his place in the world.
She looked at him closer and noticed the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth and decided that he was a happy person, at least most of the time. As he reached out to take her hand he spoke in a soft rich voice, with a touch of a southern accent and said, “Welcome, won’t you sit down.” As his hand made contact with hers she felt a shiver of excitement ripple its way through her body.
She turned as if to run, but feeling his hand pull slightly on hers she turned and slid into the booth. He slid in beside her and offered her a glass of wine. She nodded her head and watched as e poured a glass for her. “I’m so glad you decided to come,” he said, a wide smile spreading across his face. “I could hardly wait to meet you”.
They exchanged pleasantries until the waiter appeared and took their hor dourves order. Without waiting he ordered Oysters Rockefeller, and a slab of brie. The waiter disappeared and he turned back to her. His eyes seemed riveted to her as his hand reached to sweep a stray strand of hair from her face. The feel of his hand as it brushed her face was one of the most erotic things she had felt in a long time. When the hair was away from her face his hand came to rest against her face, lightly cupping her chin and cheek in the palm of his hand.
Without even thinking she gently pressed her face against his hand, wanting the feeling of his skin against her face to linger awhile longer.
Gently he lifted her head up so that she was once again looking straight into his dark eyes. She watched as if paralyzed as he lowered his head toward her and gently kissed her on the lips. A gentle kiss, soft and dry, like a soft piece of cloth pressed against her lips. She felt her lips part to his kiss and felt herself kissing him back. The longer the kiss lasted the more passionate and exciting it became. She felt his lips leave hers and move slowly across her cheek to her jaw and then to her neck. His lips were warm and moist against her skin and she could feel his breath warm on her skin.
He kissed slowly along her neck up to her ear lobe, pausing there to briefly engulf it with his lips, feeling his tongue for the first time. He moved his face slowly down her neck until he found the sensitive hollow where her neck met her shoulders. There he nuzzled and lightly let his tongue flick across her skin.
She could not believe she was sitting here in a classy restaurant with a man she knew so little about , while he was tasting her skin to her utter delight. She could not believe herself when she felt her hand move to his, feeling her fingers wrap around his hand and pull it to her breast. His hand gently cupped her breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, as if trying to judge its characteristics. She felt his thumb slide slowly across her nipple. It seemed to react to his touch in an instant, rising to almost full hardness with just this little caress.