I wake to the smell of coffee brewing. As my eyes adjust to the morning light peeking through the bedroom window, I slowly realize I am not at home. I am laying in a bed with a soft warm down comforter covering half my naked body. I roll over and hug one of the fluffy down pillows. The aroma of male envelops me as I burrow my face into the pillow. It is a mix of the natural musky scent and expensive cologne that lingers in a man's clothes and in this case the sheets & pillowcases. I feel so relaxed. A large Cheshire cat like grin fills my face when memories of the events that brought me to this moment flood back to me...
It's 3:45 Friday afternoon. The minutes are ticking slowly by as I sit at my computer cleaning up my e-mail inbox. When will 4 o'clock get here? My mind is on what I could be in for tonight. The e-mail message was mysterious.
"There will be a package on your front step when you arrive home, Meet me 6 pm tonight at the Greek restaurant on Main Street wearing only what's in the box."
After months of corresponding through e-mail and several near meetings that were canceled for one reason or another it was finally going to happen. Tonight was the night. One great thing that came from the delayed meeting is it afforded us the chance to get to know each other on a different level. He was insistent we not share photos and rely on "as accurate as possible" descriptions via letters and notes. His reasoning was to keep the mystery lingering as long as possible. In those months, we shared our life happenings, hopes, fears and dreams. Lately, the letters got more erotic and fantasy filled. We shared so many different scenarios. I wondered which one he would chose to play out tonight.
The fantasies became the basis of my day and night dreams. I dreamt of him and the things we shared in the letters but had trouble actually seeing him clearly in the dream. I knew it was him, I felt him, but when it came to seeing him, his face was a fog. Tonight the fog was clearing.
Glancing one more time at the clock on the wall behind me I gave out a sigh of relief that it was FINALLY 4 o'clock. Not waiting for my computer to completely shut itself down, I grabbed my keys and bolted from my desk before anyone else could stop me with a question or anything that would delay my departure.
What could be in that box? Will I regret this meeting? What if he doesn't like me? What if I say something completely stupid? What if I have nothing to say? What if I don't like him? Why is this 20 minute commute feeling like 20 hours? Questions rattled through my mind non-stop the entire drive home. I don't really remember what music I had playing during the drive. I was so distracted with mind chatter that I nearly missed my exit off the freeway. I cursed each red light I hit on the main drag leading to my neighborhood. "Why is it I hit every fucking red light when I am in a hurry!" I say to myself at the last one before I turn onto my street.
I pull into the driveway that leads back behind the main house to my little cottage apartment. And there on my front step was an elegant package in gold and purple. I park just steps away from my front door and hop out of the car excitedly, nearly tripping over my own feet. I scoop up the box and clumsily open my front door.
Once inside, I sat down at the loveseat, took a deep breath and slid the gold bow off of the royal purple box. Inside on top of the tissue concealing the box contents was a gold embossed card. The card read, "I imagine you will look incredible in this. I can't wait to see you this evening." Underneath the tissue was a silk lavender dress. I held it up to me. It fell just above the knees. It was a sleek slip style dress that looked like it was form fitting. From my descriptions he was able to decipher my size and what color would compliment my golden tanned skin. "Oh yes, this is going to be an interesting evening," I smile.
I showered and got ready for the evening ahead of me. I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with nothing but a towel contemplating what impression I wanted to give. I decided to go natural. I wanted him to see me for what I was everyday, never over made up, never heavy on flashy jewelry, and my long brown hair free and flowing. I sprayed on a little lavender body fragrance, keeping in line with the lavender theme, behind my ears down my neck and a little behind the knees.
I let the towel drop. Now the big decision? he did say in his e-mail to only wear the dress. Do I dare? I have gone without underwear a few times when I felt extra naughty. Never braless though. I run my hands up my stomach to my breasts. My nipples stiffen immediately to my touch. "What the hell?" I slip on the dress. The silk feels so amazing against my skin. It feels cool, slippery and almost tickles as I move. The dress fits perfectly. I smile as I admire myself. I felt beautiful. I felt sexy. I was ready to meet him.
I arrive at the restaurant a few minutes before 6 pm to survey the scene. I had dined at this particular Greek restaurant several times and was familiar with the menu. It happened to be one of my favorites. Looking around at the patrons, I noticed none were seated alone. I must have gotten there before he did. Then the host approached me and asked me to follow him. He led me to a table in the furthest corner of the restaurant, out of view from the other patrons. Seated at this table was my mystery man.
He immediately stands up when he sees us approach. He is tall, maybe 6 feet or more. Warm smile. Stylishly dressed in an olive colored designer suit. I inhale sweet smell of his cologne as I stop at the table. The most mesmerizing feature on him? His sexy expressive eyes. I could never have imagined eyes like his. They were not your usual shade of brown. Maybe more towards hazel. But that didn't matter. They seemed to have a power to lure you in and not let you go. We both lock eyes as the host pulls out the chair for me. He takes my hand while never breaking the gaze, holds it up to his lips and gently kisses it. The kiss sent tingles up my arm and straight to my core.
"I was right. You do look incredible in that dress," he says. The sound of his voice made my heart skip a beat. I was able to breathe out a "Thank you" as I felt myself blushing.
"Please sit down" he motions to the chair that the host was still holding for me. After I'm seated he nods to the host. "I hope you don't mind, but I already ordered for us" he takes my hand again, "I recall you mentioning that you love every dish on the menu here." Oh god! his touch was making my sex grow warm and wet.
"I'm impressed. You remembered," I managed to snap out of it for a moment.
"I remember every little detail when I comes to you" he smiles. What could I say to that? All I could do is sit there and blush.
A waiter brings a bottle of Ouzo and two glasses to the table. Slightly relieved at the interruption, I regained my composure while the wine was poured. After the waiter walked away, he moves his chair closer to mine. I felt the warmth of his body against mine. He hands me my glass and whispers in my ear, "To a great first evening together." I nod as I take a sip from my glass.
The waiter returns with a large combination platter of Hummus, Babaghnoosh, Tabbouleh and warm pita bread wedges. I turn to face him, dip a wedge into the hummus and hold it up to his mouth. "You get the first taste" I wink. He takes it from my fingers with his mouth.
He smiles and says, "That was good, but I prefer it this way," he then dips a finger into the hummus and spreads a little on my lips. He follows this by licking it off then kissing me. I kissed him back, teasing his tongue with mine. I touched his knee and felt his leg muscles stiffen. I traced my fingers up his thigh and rested it on the growing bulge in his pants. I am thinking to myself that I would love to spread a little hummus on his hardening cock and lick it off of him if we were somewhere less public. When we both come up for air. I manage to say "Oh yeah, I like it much better that way."
We continue to take turns feeding each other the remainder of the combo plate, finishing the rest of the ouzo, stealing kisses and discrete little gropes, and nibbling on each other's lips until the main dish arrives. We both take one look at the Moussaka as it sits in front of us with steam rising from it. "I don't know about you," he says as he makes a face, "but I'm a little full from the combo platter." "Me too," I giggle. "We'll take it to go. Maybe later we'll want it," he winks at the waiter.
While the waiter was away wrapping up the Moussaka, He kissed me again. He slowly slid his hand up my thigh, between my legs and gasped when he reached my exposed wet pussy.
I let out a little moan as he traced his finger between the lips of my warm moist sex. "Oh, I have to get you out of here" he says before he sucks my juices from his fingers. A little out of breath and dizzy I shake my head in agreement.
We hastily rushed to his car that is parked a couple blocks from the restaurant. I felt so tiny next to him. He was so much taller than I. He had his arm around me as we walk. I felt safe with him. I felt like we'd done this a thousand times before. We reach his car. It's dark and the streetlight his car is parked under is out. He fumbles for the keys. Once he gets them out of his pocket he opens the passenger door. He then pulls me into his arms, kisses me and slides his hand once more between my legs. His other hand finds its way up my dress to my breasts. He gently takes one nipple and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger. My breathing gets more and more labored as he continues arousing me with so many sensations at once. "Oh god, you are so wet!" he says as he nuzzles my neck, "Oh you smell so good!"
I begin to tremble as he nibbles on my earlobe. His fingers gently trace the throbbing folds of my pussy, teasing around my clitoris and making me ache for more. I arch my hips up to meet his hand. I begin to fall into rhythm with him and feel anticipation of an orgasm building when in the distance a couple turned the corner and started to walk in our direction. We abruptly stop, I straighten my dress and he helps me into the passenger seat, kissing me on the forehead before closing the door. I let out a frustrated sigh at the interruption. He gets in the car on the driver's side. The couple walks on past the car and down the street, deep in conversation, paying us no attention.
