The woman of my dreams was nothing like me. She was confident where I was not. She smiled where I would scowl. When she walked in the room, people paid her attention. Her name was Temi.
I met Temi for the first time on a cold night. She emerged from the gloom like an angel, smile lighting up the evening like a beacon, drawing me in. I hugged her, and through her layered clothing felt her curves pressed against me, and I pressed my nose into the woolly hat hiding her curls to take in her sweet scent, and I wondered how I got so lucky to land a date with her. Somehow, I could read on her face that she felt the same way about me.
"Hi." Her voice was so soft and shy, her eyes so furtive. Her lack of confidence fed into my own, I knew I had to step up and take the lead.
"Hi, how was your trip?" I asked. Before she could reply, I reached out and took her smaller hand into my own.
"The train was delayed, but it was fine, thank you."
Temi talked so much more formally in person than she had online. I gently pulled her by the hand into walking alongside me, and we set off for the local park. I wondered if her general stiffness came from a place of anxiety. When we had decided on this date, it was supposed to be a daytime thing, but what with the hassle of aligning schedules and her late arrival, here we were.
"We don't have to go to the park, you know? I'm happy to just take you anywhere," I said, trying to give her an out. I didn't want to mess this up by forcing her or pressuring her into an uncomfortable situation. I ran my thumb across the back of her palm, feeling her hand spasm slightly as I did so.
"It's okay, I'm fine to go," Temi replied. She wasn't giving me much to work with, with the terseness of her responses. If anything it made me more certain she was nervous about going on this date with me. I kept glancing at her face, trying to read her expression, but it was like looking at a mask. I sighed.
"You're sure?" I asked, one last time.
"Yes. You made this place sound so special, I wanted to see it for myself." Her thumb began to caress my hand in return, and I felt a bit more reassured. At least I wasn't forcing her to do anything she didn't want to do.
We chatted as we walked towards the park, and I tried to make Temi laugh. When she giggled, I could see through the cracks of whatever façade she wore, deeper into her personality, to the person I had bonded with so much online. Her eyes met mine more and more the closer we got to our destination, and she clung to my arm, closer to my side. Occasionally I would catch her gaze drifting lower, before snapping away with a blush.
When we got to the park, she wrapped her other arm around mine to keep me nearby. I could feel the warmth of her body, as the mists of her breath swirled with mine. The park was pitch black, but we stuck to the path, and I led her along the path. We talked softer now, as though others might be listening just beyond the blur of darkness, as though we wanted only the other to hear.
"What do you like so much about me, anyway?" Temi asked me. I laughed, because the possibility of not liking her so much seemed absurd to me, but I tried nonetheless to formulate a serious response.
I was incredibly attracted to her. On a physical level, she was thick without being heavyset, all curves and luscious lines. Both her breasts and her ass announced themselves beneath her clothing, such was their sinful size and curve. I wanted desperately to run my hands over her, to feel her skin. She only wore yoga pants on her bottom half with a coat preventing me from getting a better look at her rear, but it still jutted off the curve like a ballerina's tutu.
On a personal level, I did not think I had been as attracted to anyone in my life. She was kind, and funny, and smart, and beyond that she was ambitious and successful. Temi felt like a class above me, and it thrilled me to flirt with her, to drag her down to 'my' level, to the dirt of simple human lust and instinct, where the only thing that mattered was the thudding of hearts as you felt the touch of their breath upon your skin.
"I guess I like everything about you," I replied, kicking myself.
Real smooth
. I hurried to continue. "Normally by this stage, I have at least one or two reservations about a girl. Whether it's chemistry, or I detect a mean streak, or perhaps I am just not attracted to her. None of that is the case with you. Everything I have seen, I like. I want you. Every word we share makes me want you that much more."
Much better
.
Temi shivered, and I disengaged my hand from her grasp to wrap it around her shoulder and pull her against me. She placed her arms around my waist, hugging my side, then trailed one hand to press against my chest as she came round to my front. She looked up into my eyes, and I stared into hers, sensing depths I had barely begun to explore. Her gaze flicked from left to right, then she closed her eyes and leaned in. I kissed her.
She gasped slightly as our lips met, and I smiled against her mouth. I ran my hands around her back, pulling her tight to me, deepening our kiss, and she moaned slightly and pulled me closer by the collar of my jacket, clenched within her fists. As restrained as she had been up until this point, she melted in my arms. I took advantage of her weakness, questing forward with my tongue, entangling it with hers. We stood there, silhouettes in the darkness, joined as one.
Temi ran her hands through my hair, then pushed back suddenly, gulping in air. Her eyes fluttered as she glanced back up at me, and she giggled shyly.
"Good answer," She said. She stumbled slightly as she took another step backwards, and I moved forward to steady her, wrapping my arm around her shoulders once more. We resumed making our way down the path.
Eventually, we made it to the historical manor that had once owned the park land. Nowadays it was restored, and open to the public in the day. It served as a landmark for the community, a living history lesson, and I had wanted to show Temi around the place. At this time however, it was locked up. We circled around the building instead, admiring the architecture, pointing out little details in the brickwork, arches or patterns in which we saw beauty, words from a bygone era that we puzzled over. In truth, I think I spent more time studying Temi. She was so drawn in by what we were looking at, I don't think she noticed me staring. I loved the way her brow furrowed as she squinted to read something, the way she bit her lip in concentration. Looking at her lips reminded me of our kiss, and I stepped up behind her as she was distracted, leaning in carefully to place a hot kiss on her neck.
I felt the vibration of a low moan through my lips, and she tilted her head away from me, subconsciously offering me more. I kept my eyes open, even as I placed another kiss, watching her, reading her reaction. Her eyes closed, and she leant back into me, pressing her ass to me. When she felt my arousal, she pushed back against me with even more urgency, humping backwards, and reached back with one hand. I sucked in a sharp intake of air as she placed it on my cock, just feeling me pressed up against her. I had not expected her to be so bold.
I spun her back around, demanding her lips against mine, and this time there was no hesitation before our tongues began to dance. There was a desperation to the way we kissed, from the way my hands sought to map her every curve, to the way hers shook against my cheek as she held my face to hers. My blood roared, and my head seemed hot, and I lost myself in the moment, in Temi. I needed more of her. I grabbed her ass, each cheek a firm and hefty handful, and squeezed. We groaned into each other's mouths, and as though in sync she pressed her crotch into mine even as I pulled her by the ass into me. I pulled my mouth away from hers for a moment.
I tilted Temi's face up towards me, inspecting her as she heaved in heavy breaths.
"You are so fucking sexy," I said, softly, but the weight of my hunger for Temi was audible. "I'm going to make you mine tonight."
She dove back to my lips, and began grinding against me, rubbing her pelvis up and down the length of my arousal. In the darkness, we shuffled together, the wet smacking of our lips and the chorus of our laboured breaths the only thing marking our presence. The rush of the moment chased away the cold, and I burned to feel her properly against me, with no layers in between.
I reached down between us, ancient instincts causing my hand to shake with urgency, the blessing of adrenaline coursing through my veins. I slipped my palm beneath her coat, under Temi's yoga pants, over her panties. She was so wet for me, her panties were soaked beneath my palm. I could feel the heat like a raging fire pouring into me from her loins.
"Please..." She whispered. "Please."
