Naomi paced nervously back and forth in front of the movie theatre. Her friends had finally convinced her to try a blind date and now he wasnât here. They had even talked her into wearing a tight little v-neck t-shirt and those khaki pants that rode a little low on her hips. She had never understood guysâ fascination with midriffs but it obviously caught the eye of more than a few of the people entering and leaving the theatre. She soon grew tired of being ogled and gave up, deciding to head home since it was only a 10-minute walk anyway.
In her haste she turned and ran straight into him and would have fallen if not for his arm being there for her to grab onto and his hand appearing at the small of her back. Simple black dress pants led up to a button down shirt. He stood a few inches taller than her, smiling thinly and meeting her gaze with piercing ice blue eyes. It took her a moment to compose herself and realize he was speaking to her. âWha-?â
âMy apologies,â he repeated in a soft baritone voice. He spoke with a slight accent, possibly Spanish. âAre you alright?â
âYes, I⊠umâŠâ She was still a bit distracted from the encounter.
He smiled that winning smile at her again. âYou must be Naomi. My name is Alex. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.â He punctuated the statement by gently taking her hand in his and softly brushing his lips across her fingers. She swallowed nervously and smiled back, blushing slightly.
âSo, shall we go inside?â He rested his hand on her hip as they walked to the ticket booth. She was glad she was wearing the midriff shirt now so she could feel his warm hand on her skin. She tried to collect her thoughts quickly. She had managed thus far not to gain a reputation as being easy and didnât want to spoil it. Still, she couldnât deny that it felt nice and it was just a friendly gesture anyway. Gentle pressure on the small of her back let her know he was leading her into the theatre to see⊠she didnât even know what movie he had bought tickets for. Oh well.
She eyed the sign above the theatre doors curiously. It was one of the new romantic ones, choc full of mushy dialogue and steamy sex scenes. What was she getting herself into? Well her friends wouldnât have set her up with this guy if he was untrustworthy, and he seemed really nice so far. He seemed to sense her anxiety and gently kissed her cheek, causing her to giggle nervously.
They entered the theatre. Not many other moviegoers were present today. He picked a semi-secluded row and they sidled over to their seats. His hand brushed lightly up her back and rested on her shoulder as she sat down, causing goose bumps to scamper up her spine. She almost asked him to move his hand but it wasnât really all that bad. It was just a friendly gesture. He smiled at her again, his thumb gently rubbing back and forth on her shoulder. Those eyes⊠She barely even noticed the movie starting up.
She had never had too much interest in âchick flicksâ as her guy friends often called them, and this one seemed more of the same. Occasionally a smooth line or flash of skin would cause her to blush a little. His hand felt nice and comfortable on her and she felt compelled to rest her head on his shoulder, so she did. He gently kissed the top of her head and she relaxed a little more.
She barely paid any attention to the movie as she pondered the matter at hand. She didnât really know anything about him besides his name, but he seemed like quite the gentleman so far. And he was gentle too. In fact his gentle hand was slowly feeling down her side, causing her heart to skip a beat when his fingertips brushed against the side of her breast. It probably wasnât intentional, since his hand just continued on down to rest on her hip. Should she ask him to stop? He had such nice gentle hands. Their eyes met again and he smiled warmly at her, as if assuring her that it was ok. It was just a friendly gesture. She smiled back and tried to focus on the movie that she had missed half of now.
His fingers continued to traverse her body, slowly walking onto her thigh. She bit her lip and watched his hand intently, feeling frozen like a doe in the headlights but still safe and secure somehow. He would probably stop if he asked her to, so there was no harm in enjoying the pleasant sensations. She scooted a little closer to him, looking into his eyes with her head on his shoulder and smiling up at him. He had such amazing eyes. And hands. One of which slowly smoothed down her thigh ever so gently. She could care less about the movie at this point. Her breath caught in her throat as those fingers delicately brushed up her inner thigh.
She lifted her head to say something, she didnât know what. Her body begged him continue but her mind fought it. He whispered softly, his lips brushing against her ear and his warm breath causing little goose bumps on her neck. âIf you would like me to stop, let me know.â Her lips quivered as she tried to make a decision. Logic was fighting a losing battle against libido. She had never been touched this way, even by herself. It just wasnât something the âgood girlsâ did. Did that make it bad though? It was a perfectly natural thing. She also noticed that there was nobody sitting close enough to them to see what they were up to. Her internal monologue was shattered when he helped her make a decision by very slowly gliding a single finger up her zipper, causing every muscle in her body to tense up. She leaned into him and buried her face in his neck to stifle a whimper as two more fingers joined the first, casually stroking her through her pants. He smelled wonderful too.
Her body moved seemly with a mind of its own, her lips moving wordlessly to nibble at his neck and her hips rising gently with each soft caress of those wonderful fingers. His other hand joined in, his fingertips caressing her cheek and playing across her neck. She snaked her hand over to his thigh, her hand trembling as she felt an urge to give him what he was giving her. She couldnât focus on anything more complicated than that thanks to the stimulation down below and the warmth of his fingers moving along the V of her shirt. She clenched her jaw to try to avoid alerting the whole theatre of her situation as he gently cupped her breast in his hand. She suspected a few of the other people were watching by now but she didnât give a damn. Her fingers impatiently pursued his lap and found a thick bulge.
She quivered with desire from his manipulation, one hand fondly squeezing her breast and the other dipping his fingers just barely inside the hem of her pants, feeling along the edge of her panties. She looked up at him as he leaned towards her, his lips slowly moving towards hers but teasingly sliding along her cheek instead to whisper in her ear again. âWould you like to continue this elsewhere?â She mumbled something in the affirmative. Right now if he had asked her to go skinny dipping in a volcano she would have said yes.
The entire movie had gone by and most of the other people were leaving. He took her hand and helped her to her feet. She held onto him for support, her legs still shaky from the experience. He gallantly gave her his arm and she held onto it as they left the theatre. She began to doubt her decision as they stepped outside. He was really nice but she hardly knew him. He led her to his car, a nice looking luxury model. He opened the door for her and gestured inside. She hesitated, but decided to give it ago anyway. Her fingers trailed along his arm as she slipped inside and took her seat. He walked around and got in and started the car up, rolling out to wherever it was they were going.
She recounted the experience in the theatre as she watched the trees go by outside the car window. She still wasnât entirely sure she should be doing this. She had no idea where they were going. He could easily take her off to some secluded place where nobody could find her and have his way with her. But was his way so bad⊠She couldnât deny how amazingly wonderful his hands felt on her body. Part of her wished he would reach over and touch her again right now, but a tiny voice still cautioned her not to let him go to far. In a way, she mused, she was less worried about what he would take than she was about what she would give.
His gentle laugh eased into her thoughts like a smooth caress. âI see you are enjoying yourself thus far.â She eyed him curiously, wondering what he meant, and then realized that she had been stroking herself without even thinking of it. Her cheeks flushed beet red as she quickly yanked her hand away and covered it with the other one. He chuckled softly. âIt is nothing to be ashamed of. I think it is very sexy. Love makes a woman beautiful, you know.â She smiled back and chuckled nervously, unable to think of anything to say. âAh, here we are.â
He parked the car and walked over to get her door, taking her hand as she stepped out of the car. They were at a little park on top of a hill overlooking the town. The setting sun cast a soft orange glow on the grassy area, the thin shadows of the trees slowly retreating as night approached. While he got something from the car, she took a moment to enjoy the view. She wondered if she could see her house from here. Then she remembered what her friends had said about these little locales. They were popular make-out spots; romantic, secluded, and far enough away from town that you wouldnât disturb anyone if you got noisy.