I meet up with one of my buddies, Doug, for dinner once a week at this steakhouse near where we both live. It gives us a chance to go over how our weeks have gone. Breaks up the monotony of eating at home every night. The food is pretty good, and the staff is very friendly, plus the waitresses dress in your standard black slacks and tops. Black is a very sexy color.
We've been having one waitress in particular for several weeks, Mo. She has been very sweet and nice to us. She'd started to remember our usual orders, which is nice and it shows she's got some smarts too. Plus, she has the most beautiful eyes, which sparkle when she smiles at you, the kind that make you forget everything else. Nice curves, sort of an hour glass type figure, not too big, and not to small. But her best physical feature is her ass. Not flat, not huge, but out just enough that it is probably the nicest ass you'll ever see. The kind, where once you touch it, you never want to let go. All on a 5'6" frame.
Well, one week, and as it comes time to pay out bill, she asks the usual, do we want to split our checks? We tell her yes, and then she asks, are we a member of their frequent diner's club? Every fifth time you dine there, you get 50% off your meal. We say no we're not members, so she has us fill out the form to join the club.
The next week Doug and I meet there again, and we are fortunate enough to have Mo as our waitress again. This time, when it comes time to ask if we want to split the checks, she asks what are our phone numbers. As she is writing mine down, I jokingly add, since I gave you my number, you have to give me yours. She keeps writing, much longer than it would normally take to write down a 10-digit phone number, when she rips off a piece of paper and she says, "Here's my number. I am working really late tonight, but I'm off tomorrow. Why don't you call me then and we can chat and see where things go."
I'm stunned, that finally worked once. It gets me excited, and a bit hard. Here's this beautiful young lady who actually seems interested. I have to stay in the booth a little longer than I planned so that what is going on in my pants calms down a bit.
The next evening, I give her a call. We talk about all sorts of things, like where we're from, how we came to be in this city (no one here is really from here, we're all from somewhere else). We talk about her school, turns out she's pre-med. I tell her about my schooling, and that I'm an engineer. We also talk about our interests and it turns out we have a lot in common. What I though was going to be a short phone call turns out to be a three-hour chat. The only reason we stopped was that I needed to go to bed because I had an early day at work the next day. But we did make arrangements to have a dinner date on Saturday night. I can't wait for Saturday to get here.
Saturday finally arrives, it seems like it took forever to get here. I go over to her apartment to pick her up for our date. I ring the door bell and get her arrangement of flowers ready. I made sure to find out what her favorite kind were and I got her a stunning bouquet. She opens the door, and she looks gorgeous. Long black hair with some curls in it, sun dress to show off her legs and that ass, and a sexy belts to accentuate her curves. Not too much make up, so that you see that she is a natural beauty. She sees me and starts to smile, then she sees the flowers and her eyes really light up. "For me?" I tell her yes, and she says it has been so long since a guy has given her flowers. I tell her to read the card. It says, "These are not nearly as beautiful as you are." She starts to blush, gives me a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. She tells me thank you. She puts them in water and we go to dinner.
We arrive at the restaurant. She says it is nice not to be taking orders in one for once. I agree, saying it must be unusual for her, plus being able to sit down and relax in one instead of being on the go all the time. We have a drink, then order dinner, and all the while we are engaged in great conversation. The time just flies by. Finally, we are told the restaurant is closing for the night soon, and the waiter needs us to pay so he can close out. I pay him, and Mo asks if I'd like to go back to her place for a drink. Neither of us wants the night to end right now, we are having such a good time. What made my night even better was seeing all the other guys in the restaurant see her and become jealous of me, because I was with her and they weren't.
We get back to her place and I find a parking spot, we walk back together, alternating between holding hands and me putting my arm around her waist. I'm worried because I am getting a little aroused, hoping maybe we'll make out back at her place. We finally reach her door; she unlocks it and we go in. She tells me that she has been having a wonderful time, one of her best first dates ever. She leads me to her couch where we continue to chat. After a bit, I lean over and kiss her beautiful, soft lips. She reciprocates, and then says "I though you were never going to do that." I start to get hard again. We make out for what seems to be an eternity, out tongues meet, our hands roam: her fingers run through my hair, her nails stimulating my scalp in a way that turns me on more, I feel her breasts and can tell they are real, and that her nipples are starting to get hard too. I'm curious about how large they might be. But I also get to caress that wonderful ass. It's a Goldilocks ass, not too hard, not too soft, just right. As ideal as I imaged it could be.
After a while, she stops and says, "Forgive me, I have not made that drink for you. Let me change and I'll make it for you." I start to feel disappointment, I'm wondering if she did not like how I had been feeling her body with my hands, how I was at kissing her, or if it was something intangible and she was starting to have regrets about what she was doing. I said OK, and she went off to her room to change. Little did I know it was none of those.
Mo came out of her room a few minutes later, wearing a bath robe, tied at her waist. It went past her knees and she was barefoot. If her hair had not been down, I'd have thought she was going to be going to sleep soon. She moved into her kitchen and called for me to help make the beverages. I entered the kitchen and saw that Mo was facing the counter. I decided that I would give Mo a neck and shoulder rub with my large hands. I'm 6'3" and have large, strong hands for my size. If she was still interested, it would be welcome; if not, at least I would know now. I placed my hands where her neck meets her shoulders and began kneading the skin and muscle. As I squeezed, Mo nearly dropped the two cups on the counter, but she recovered and placed them on the counter. "Damn, that feels good," she exclaimed. "Don't you dare stop."
