Mark and Isobel were meeting up after making love for the first time. They'd finally met in a local pub after chatting over the internet and, on meeting, they had immediately connected with each other, although they had both been nervous about meeting up. They then went back for a coffee at Mark's place, and both had assumed it would be to chat more since they got along so well, and they did not want to rush into things. However, despite being a bit sky at first, like two teenagers, in the end they could not keep their hands off each other and the evening ended with intense and passionate love making. A love making session that started with Mark very slowly undressing Isobel as he made love to her, and worshipped her.
For their second meeting they met up in a coffee shop close to where Mark lived. Mark was dressed in a blue shirt, jeans, and a leather jacket that he liked. He had been there for about five minutes when Isobel walked through the door and smiled with that Julia Roberts smile as she spotted Mark. She was dressed in a very elegant black dress with a bow on each shoulder and a V-shaped top that showed off her cleavage without being too obvious. Her hair cascaded down over her left shoulder and she looked stunning, completing the look with red lipstick. Everyone in the coffee shop glanced around as Isobel walked towards Mark and he smiled, so happy that Isobel was coming to see him!
They kissed in a polite way, Isobel then sat down, and they ordered coffee. The polite kiss was such a contrast with the passionate kisses they had recently shared, and now they had the special connection, that close understanding of each other in the way lovers do.
Isobel liked his leather jacket and his smile, showing the lines of an older man, with some greying around the sideburns, the kind of older man she was attracted to, and his warm hazel eyes. Mark mentioned how gorgeous she looked and that everyone in the room had noticed her. Isobel whispered back to Mark that she always felt a bit uncomfortable with everyone looking at her since she was shyer than most would assume, and he wondered why, and wondered if Isobel would open up to him about her shyness.
For him Isobel seemed anything but shy and she was so alluring. Their drinks came up and they chatted away. At first Isobel talked about her love of classical music, then they both chatted about their love of Sci-Fi and Mark mentioned liking Bladerunner and Bladerunner 2049, with the amazing music, the way it was filmed, and the focus on wanting to live, and to feel love and desire.
Mark then smiled and told Isobel how he imagined himself as Harrison Ford's character in the first Bladerunner film and Isobel as his love interest. The beautiful woman with the red lipstick that he was told to check to see if she was a real person, or a replicant, and where he had to look deep into her dark eyes. As Mark mentioned this, with a smile, he told Isobel how he loved looking into her dark eyes and how they seemed to change colour from dark brown to black to the darkest darkest blue, and how he was utterly enchanted and lost in her gaze, the mermaid, as if he was looking into the heart of the sea.
Isobel smiled her Julia Roberts smile again, glowing with his praise. They chatted on about all sorts of topics and Mark was so pleased. He really liked a woman that he was attracted to in mind and body, and Isobel fitted this so well, and she also had a great sense of humour, and, crucially, imagination as well. Isobel finally leant across and said, "Shall we go to your place?"
They continued to chat, arm in arm, as they walked to Mark's House, and once through the door they went straight into a passionate embrace, kissing and caressing each other, they just couldn't keep their hands off each other!
Mark took Isobel's hand and they walked up the stairs into Mark's bedroom, once in the bedroom he said, "I think this will be a bit more comfortable than last time on the couch."
They continued to kiss and caress and Isobel shuddered as he run his hands all over her, looking up into her eyes as he felt her breasts through her dress, then down her sides to her waist, then down over her thighs, then squeezing her backside.
"You have a really pert bottom that begs to be caressed and squeezed," as he ran his hands over her bottom, feeling her cheeks through the soft fabric of her dress.
Then a puzzled look came across his face. "Hang on," he said, then he slid his hands further down her legs then back up her thighs and under her dress and up onto her
bare
bottom. "You're not wearing any panties!" he declared!
"I know," whispered Isobel with a wicked smile, "You make me so randy and my pussy so wet aching for you, my panties would have been soaked by now, so I haven't worn any!"