The night of our date arrived. I wore a long black dress with a knee length slit, and a wrap waist. I put my hair up in a French twist and wore silver dangly earrings, and a cubic zirconium pendant necklace. He showed up dressed very nicely, in a dinner suit that made him appear even more handsome than I'd ever seen him before. Kale escorted me to his BMW, and held the door open for me. It felt like something out of a dream
The restaurant that he took me to was absolutely fabulous. Each table had a chandelier above it and a linen table cloth coving it. And yes, the restaurant was called Masterson's. The waiter's who served us were dressed even better than we were, and waited on us as if we were royalty. Of course, in the case of Kale, he practically was. He was there boss and he was there on a date to impress a woman. They knew that tonight was not the night for anything to go wrong. And thankfully, nothing did.
The food as well was first class, and Kale was a perfect gentleman. When we finished our meal, we had desert and some kind of exotic coffee. It was heaven. There was something about Kale, I don't know if it was his wealth or something in the way he carried himself, but something told me not to sleep with him on the first date. The evening went wonderfully and in the end he invited me back to his house.
I told him that I had an early appointment and that I needed to go home and go to sleep. He seemed disappointed but didn't make a big deal of it. Three nights later he called to ask for a second date. Of course I said yes. Again, everything went great, although he took me too a new place were the staff till clearly knew who he was. Again I begged off going in for drinks.
The third date, maybe it's cliché but I couldn't wait anymore. The third date was the night for the two of us. I wore a knee length skirt in forest green and a long sleeved light sweater in the same color. I curled the bottom of my hair and wore a metal barrette in the back with a large green bow. He wore tight tan pants and a ¾ unbuttoned shirt that showed a smooth and sexy chest. He obviously worked out.
Kales place was beautiful, and lavishly furnished. It looked like an interior designer had been hired to decorate. Considering the source, that was incredibly likely. We had drinks in the kitchen and he told me about the new big screen TV he had gotten for his birthday. It was, naturally- set up in the bedroom.
So I followed him to the room and pretended to be interested while he showed off all of the great features of his new toy, as if he was trying to sell me one. I nodded and smiled and checked out the room. I was impressed. He had a king sized bed with large velvet and silk pillows. The sheets were silk as were the curtains. A beautiful rich creamy off white. In addition to he TV he had a stereo with a remote that held about 100 Cds. He had exquisite paintings and antique furniture all adorned with candles in expensive and elegant candleholders.
Kale put in a jazz CD and came over to sit with me on the bed. He put his arm around me and leaned in for a kiss. His lips were moist and soft. His embrace pulled me down on the bed for more.
He was skillful; he stimulated each hungry body part before gingerly slipping the clothing back from the area. Before long we were horizontal, with barely a scrap of fabric covering our bodies. As he slipped my panties from around my waist, he told me he had a secret fantasy about me.
"What?" I said, giggling a little.
From under the pillow he produced a silk scarf. "I'd like to tie your hands together."
"Mm, kinky," I told him, giving him the go ahead. I had done a whole lot wilder than this, and considered it to be rather mild and acceptable. It was still thrilling however, to feel the smooth silk tighten around my wrists, and to have Kale move my hands up above my head where they would no longer be any use to me.
Kale moved quite expertly over me, sliding his impressive shaft in and out of me, while I squirmed and moaned beneath. In a few minutes he was moaning in that tell tale pitch and he quickly came inside of me.
He moved off of me and untied my hands. "I need a shower," he told me and handed me a towel from beside the bed. And then he was gone.
As I listened to the water run, I lay on the bed confused. Why hadn't I spoken up? I guess he had just taken me off guard. I had not expected that he would finish so quickly, or that he would finish before me with seemingly no concern for my own pleasure. It had been enjoyable while it lasted, but I felt that we were just getting started, and then it was over.
Kale came out of the bathroom, drying himself with a towel. "You can go in now," he told me magnanimously.
In the shower, I let the hot streams of water run over my body, wishing I could wash away the memory of such forgettable sex. By definition forgettable sex should be easily forgotten- but this was not the case this time. This should have been classified as sex that would best be forgotten, but the memory of which refused to go away.
Normally, I would have brought myself to climax if the man had at least tried, but it wasn't working for whatever reason- but this time I didn't even have an urge to touch myself. I had lost my desire.
Once out of the shower, I saw that Kale was already dressed. "I was thinking we'd go get something to eat. Hurry up and get dressed, I'm starving."
I dressed, feeling rather resentful. Was it all about him with this man? Did he not see that I was even there? He didn't even seem to notice my anger until we got in the car.
