I just returned home from a long bicycle ride. I like to ride my bike it gives me a chance to think and believe me I have plenty of time to think. I just moved to a very small town in the middle of nowhere. I am not sure even God knows where this place is. I came here from a very nice city to take a job. I had lived in the last place for 32 years and I consider it home. All my family and friends are there along with a lot of good memories. I get very lonely down here. I miss my friends. Right before I left for my ride I was listening to the radio, an all oldies station, and heard the song “Lady in Red.” I couldn’t remember who sang it or even if that was the right title, but it sure did trigger a fond memory of home.
While I was biking I started thinking of when I first moved there. Not unlike this move I was new in town and had no friends, just the guys I worked with. I was lonely, as I am now. A buddy of mine from work said his girlfriend had an ex-sister-in-law who might like to go out with me if I was interested.
“My friend says she is pretty good looking, but I have never met her. Want me to have her set it up?”
“Sure. Why not.”
So that Friday night I had my first blind date in the new city.
When I was a child and especially as a teenager I was very shy. I only had one date in high school and it was a disaster. I dated a few women in college but nothing too serious. Other than a one-night stand with a married woman who took my cherry I had never had sex. In my mind I was still a virgin. Even though I had sex it was nothing special and I couldn’t even remember her name. It took me an hour to get dressed for my date. I didn’t know what to wear and wanted to make a good impression so she would over look my shyness. I choose a pair of jeans, a dress shirt and cowboy boots. I wore the boots I guess to appear taller. I am 5’6” tall, which is not really short, I was in good shape and had nothing to be ashamed of, but the shyness was rearing its ugly head again.
I was very nervous and apprehensive as I approached your door that Friday night. “I hope I do not make a fool out of myself. What will I talk about?” I thought. My knock on the door was tentative and I could feel my knees shaking as I waited. You opened the door and smiled.
“Hi. Come on in. I will be ready in a minute.”
You turned quickly to walk back in the house before I had a real good chance to look at you, but I couldn’t help notice you had great legs and an incredible ass. You were dressed in a light blue hot pant outfit, this was 1971 and they were in if you remember, and black high heeled boots which emphasized your round pert little ass. You had long black hair and looked great from behind. I was eager to see the rest of you. I sat down as you finished combing your hair and waited patiently for you to finish getting ready. I was still very nervous and did not know what to say, so I sat there looking dumb and wondering if you liked what I looked like. When you turned around I noticed the front of your outfit was unzipped down just far enough to show a little cleavage and I liked what I saw.
“Ready to go.”
” Yeah. Where would you like to go?”
“There is a band playing at a local bar that I like, how about there?”
“Sounds great.”
Trying to be the perfect gentleman that I was, I opened the car door for you and helped you in. You leaned over and opened my door for me and I caught a glimpse of your breasts. I tried not to make it obvious that I was looking. You had a great figure and I starting thinking I hope I don’t screw this up. Being shy it has always been difficult for me to start a conversation, but you made it easy, and soon we were talking away. I will admit you were doing most of the talking but that was OK with me.
We arrived at the bar and I parked the car, again opening your door and helping you out hoping I could catch another glimpse of your breasts. When we walked into the bar I noticed most of the men looked at you and I felt pretty lucky to be with you. You did look great.
“The band doesn’t start for another half-hour. I know we are early but I like to get a good table close to the dance floor. You do dance don’t you?”
“ It takes a few drinks to loosen me up, but yeah I like to dance.”
I never really danced much, not at all to be honest, and it made me feel a little guilty lying to you, but I didn’t want you to think I was a loser.
“Want something to drink?”
“Sure. I will have a white Russian. What are you going to have?”
“I don’t much like beer, I think I will have a screw driver.”
I walked up to the bar to get the drinks and thought I caught you looking at my butt as I walked away. My jeans were a little tight, but not uncomfortable. I hoped you didn’t think they were too tight. We chatted as we waited for the band to begin and with my second screwdriver I started to relax a little more. As the band took the stage you touched my arm softly and told me the lead singer used to be married to your friend, the one that suggested we go out.
“I thought she was your ex-sister-in-law?”
“She was, but my brother was her second husband, this guy was her third.”
“Oh.”
Just then the music started playing and it was too hard to talk. The waitress stopped at the table and asked if we wanted another drink. I nodded yes and she went to get us another round. I sat back and began to relax smiling at you. You were swaying to the music, obviously wanting to dance, and held out your hand.
“Lets wait for a slow one OK?”
You were about to say something when the band began to play a nice slow song. You smiled and took my hand and led me to the dance floor. Much to my relief there were several people dancing and I led you off where we couldn’t be seen. I gingerly put my arm around you and took your hand in mine, thinking this was the thing to do. Remember I had never danced before, but had seen it done in the movies. You gave me a funny look and took my arms and put them around your waist and put your arms around my neck. You leaned into me, put your mouth next to my ear and said.
“This is better don’t you think?”
I smiled. I could feel your breasts against my chest and I liked the feeling. As the music played you swayed against me and tried to get me into the rhythm.
“Follow me. Just do what I do.”
You pulled me close to you and pressed your body against mine and began to move urging me to move with you. I was beginning to really enjoy this. You were a great dancer and really knew how to move your body. As we slowly danced together my body started to react and I could feel myself getting hard. I tried to pull away from you so you wouldn’t notice the bulge beginning to grow in my pants, but you held on tight pressing your body even closer. As the band finished playing and went into a fast song, I tried to go back to the table, but you would have nothing to do with it.
