The restaurant was really upscale and we were seated in a round booth that was intimate and cozy. James ordered us a bottle of cabernet that was possibly the best wine I have ever had. I wish I could remember the name of it!!
We continued our conversation from the ride down, and he asked me if I had ever dated a black man, to which I replied, yes. Up until that time, only two guys I dated were NOT black. Truth be told, I lost my virginity to my best friend's older brother, who was black, but I will save that story for another day.
James was fascinated that I was so attracted to black men, and wanted to know why I liked them, and what my friends' and family's reactions were. I told him that I grew up in a racially mixed neighborhood, and that I just gravitated towards dating black guys. Certainly, it was physical, and sure, some people did not approve, but I've always done my own thing, so their opinions didn't matter much.
We had really nice conversation about that over our dinner and wine, which were both incredible.
Before long, the wine and James' engaging, charming nature started to loosen me up, and I asked him about his love life, and if he had dated many white women. He said he started to about two years prior, just after his divorce. He said now that he was "free" he wanted to see what all the hype was, which I thought was funny because that is why a lot of white women want to date black men-to satisfy that curiosity. We both had a laugh about that, and I asked him, "Well, was it worth it?", to which he immediately came back with, "I'm here with you, aren't I?" Then he asked, "...isn't that why you're here, too?". That question made me reconsider our entire date. Of course that was why I was there...he was just so smooth and unassuming, that I had been thinking of it as merely having a fun night out with a charming, handsome man. It was turning out to be a little more than that. I answered, "Yeah, I guess that's why I'm here, too. AND, you're really funny AND you have great stories. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun!"
By now I was very much feeling my second glass of cabernet, and I crossed my legs toward him...and even though the restaurant was dimly lit, I know he could see my stocking top, as this time I did not mind my dress creeping up ever so slightly. He handled it cleverly, too...he looked almost through me and asked "Shouldn't you be pulling your dress down over those?", as he put his finger on the lace that was showing. I said that I probably should, and I put my hand on his and slowly moved it down my thigh to my knee, and left it there. I could not believe I just did that! with my other hand I half-heartedly pulled at my dress, but my hemline did not budge. That was one of the most intense interactions I have ever had...it was so very erotic. I know that I pretty much just gave this much older man whom I just met a couple of days before, a green light for sex!
After some more flirty conversation, I excused myself to the ladies' room, but before I could get up, James gave my leg a little squeeze with his big strong hand and said, "you look really sexy tonight, and I love your outfit." I thanked him and gave him an approving smile, and as I slowly uncrossed my legs, he slid his hand down my calf, which sent a shiver down my spine! I LOVED his hands on me like that! That split second felt like a sweet eternity. I wanted his hands on me more, but I had to use the ladies' room, and also, I had to let Sarah know that there could be a change of plans! I shimmied out of the booth, properly pulled my dress to a more discreet position, and made my way to the restroom.
I called Sarah and told her how well the date was going and she squealed with laughter and happiness...she said she would just stay quietly in her room and give us the privacy we wanted, should we come back to the apartment. But she did say she wanted a full rundown ASAP, with all the details about him. I also sarcastically thanked her for making me wear the stockings that totally embarrassed me in the car! We laughed about it and she said I should be grateful that she cared so much about my sex life...she was probably right.
When I got back to the table, James had ordered us champagne and strawberries for dessert. I slid back into the booth and cozied up to him...I was feeling really nice from the wine and finished what was left in my glass before starting my champagne. I took a bite of a chocolate-dipped strawberry and then had some champagne. It was incredible, and I couldn't believe how great of a time we were having. By now, I was sitting (and feeling) much closer to him, and he put his arm around me. I turned, looked up at him, and told him how great everything was and thanked him for such an incredible time. He, of course, was ready for me to say something like that, and told me, "You are very welcome, Suzy...and thank you for looking so incredibly sexy tonight". And, without hesitation, he brought his hand to my cheek and kissed me. It was electric! He was an incredible kisser and his lips were so soft and his tongue was warm as it entered my mouth. God, was I turned on!
