I met Matthew in May the spring of 2011. He was a co-worker of one of my cousins and came across my Facebook while searching through his. He left me a message telling me how pretty I am and asking me to meet up sometime if I wanted to.
I figured 'why not.' I didn't have anything going on with anyone at the moment, I hadn't in a while and Matthew seemed very appealing. I inbox him back, leaving my number and telling him to contact me sometime.
I didn't have to wait more than two days before he text me asking to meet up. I discovered that he didn't live more than a mile from me. There was this little park right down the street that was the midway point between our houses.
Instead of just sitting inside, we decided to meet up at the park. We were almost into summer and it was a gorgeous warm night. We agreed to meet at 10pm because he had to work until 8.
Around 9:30, I decided to touch myself up a bit, running a brush through my hair and over my teeth, putting a new coat of eyeliner on and spritzing myself in some Calvin Klein. I wore a low cut V-neck T-shirt and my favorite tight blue jeans, knowing that I was pushing the limit just a little.
When I got to the entrance of the park, he was standing there waiting for me. My mouth dropped, he was so hot! I didn't know what I was expecting but it sure as hell was not that. He had on low rider jeans and a T-shirt that fit tightly around, showing off his six-pack abs.
He had short dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes with a nice even tan from working outside. And was very tall, towering over me by a good foot, maybe more.
He walked up to me and took my hand,
"Your Facebook picture doesn't do you justice," he said shaking my hand. I didn't know what to say! I just stared at him, until my words caught on.
"I can say the same about you," I said after I was able to catch my breath and stopped drooling.
"What do you want to do?" He asked but I was in a daydream state. One thing popped into my mind but I quickly let that thought go, not letting it linger too long in my head.
"I don't know, it's a beautiful night though."
"It sure is," he said, staring straight into my eyes, his tone deep with that serious pull of sexual tension.
"Let's go for a walk around the park," he finally said. We found the path and followed it.
We were both silent for a few long minutes, nothing but the sound of the night, the crickets alive and awake. As we walked, we both could feel the tension, that electric pull, pulling us closer together. He took my hand, surprising both of us.
When we got to the end of the path we were staring at a set of swings. I released his hand and walked right over and sat, swinging slowly back and forth as he joined the one right next to me.
"This was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. I loved to sit on the swings and just drift back and forth," I said. He looked over at me and smiled.
"I can see that about you," he said. "You are the daydreamer type."
"Yeah, I tend to drop off the planet sometimes." Sometimes, try every day, I said to myself.
"So, tell me a little about yourself."
"I am 25, only child, parents live together but constantly fight, work my ass off for a living..."
"Yes you do," I said quietly under my breath, meaning it in a whole different way. His eyes brightened and liquefied, knowing exactly what I meant.
"What?" I said, feeling my cheeks heat with embarrassment. "A girl has had to have said that to you before, there is no way I am the first."
"You're not, just took me by surprise." I don't know how he doesn't have girls telling him that every day, he was a sight for sore eyes!
He got up and walked over to me, closing the little distance between us. I looked up to him, wondering what he was about to do when he wrapped his hands around the chain of my swing and pulled me straight up to him until I stood. He put his arm around me, resting it on the small of my back, completely closing the distance between us. I didn't know what to do but I could feel what was about to happen. The tension between us was electric! It was like we were both fireworks about to explode.
He gently pushed my hair off my shoulder and buried his nose at the nook of my neck. I could feel him breathing in my scent. I giggled, breaking his spell.
"What?" He asked concern on his face.
"That tickles," I said. He looked into my eyes and smiled his blue eyes pure liquid!
He bent his head once more and this time kissed where he just smelled, his lips soft and smooth. My body couldn't help but shudder with pleasure, surging fast and hard across my body. He looked up at me then continued kissing up along my neck until his lips met the corner of mine.
He stopped, just letting his lips linger. Unable to take it anymore, I plunged my fingers through his hair and pulled his lips to mine, my mouth eager to meet his, hunger, need and want taking me over.
He pulled me even closer to him, crushing my breast into his sculptured chest. His hand at the small of my back moving south, cupping my ass, forcing me up on my tip toes as my lips parted, giving his tongue free access. He tasted so good, sweet like candy.
