This is a slow, romantic build to hot sex, between two lovers who find each other. Character based the story is about people who care and want to give pleasure to each other, in all aspects of their lives.
If you like romantic stories please enjoy, and give feedback please as the ending is not yet written! Just like in real life.
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Misha stood outside the restaurant, the wind cutting through his leather jacket and the V neck black cashmere sweater he was wearing, its icy fingers reaching into his skin. Rubbing his hands together and stamping his feet he looked down the road to see if there was any sign of her.
After her sister Lorraine had said yes to baby sitting for her the next night, Misha had tried to arrange to pick Froo up from her place, but she had insisted on meeting him at the restaurant. So here he stood a hard ball of panic in the pit of his stomach in case she didn't turn up, and freezing to death.
Suddenly he saw her walking towards him, and his heart did a flip flop, the cold forgotten, all his focus on the woman getting closer with every step, her body enveloped in a shapeless dark grey coat, her hair sparkling with the damp.
"Hi, you're here! I'm glad you came."
"I'm sorry I'm a little late, my son did a big scene when I went to leave, and it took a while to settle him down."
Misha turned and opened the door of the restaurant, allowing them to go in out of the cold and into the warmth. A waiter approached and Misha gave his name for his reservation and helped Froo out of her coat, before removing his and handing them to the man standing waiting next to them. Following the waiter to their table, Misha stood until Froo was seated before he sat down and smiling looked across at her.
She looked so sweet, her cheeks slightly pink, either from the cold or embarrassment, he wasn't completely sure, and her hair curling around her face from the damp. She wore a scooped neck top that showed the beginnings of her cleavage, and Misha's eyes automatically roamed down to admire her lovely attributes.
She wasn't skinny, or even slim, but softly feminine, her curves inviting, her breasts generous and her skin, where he could see it in the scoop part of her sweater soft and creamy.
"What would you like to drink?" Misha asked dragging his eyes away from her body, and up to her face. The waiter handed them the menus, and unfolded the light blue napkins for the two people sitting opposite each other at the small and intimate table, the light from a small candle in a light blue holder giving off the gentle smell of roses.
"A diet cola, please."
"Do you want some wine with your meal? Red or White?"
"No thank you, just some still water."
Misha had a short discussion with the waiter and ordered a bottle of house red and the drinks for Froo.
A silence settled over the table as the couple perused the menu, Froo self conscious about what to order, and the prices. She had some money in her purse, but it didn't look like nearly enough to cover her half. That is if she had to pay. She was so unsure of dating etiquette, do you go halves, or does the man pay nowadays? What should she do? Order the cheapest thing and just wait and see? Or should she say something now, maybe check and see, or would that be churlish?
"Do you like fish? Because I can recommend the Sea Bass here, and they also do a really good Calves Liver."
Froo looked up, "Umm I, Ummm, Misha ............." she started to say, embarrassed and unsure how to put the delicate question of the cost of the meal.
Misha looked across at her, a frown on his face at her obvious worry about something, and then it clicked.
