Based on a true story for the woman who I mistakenly thought was "The One". Hopefully I'll find the real "One" someday, then this story can be Hers.
We met online and we met up for a coffee in her lunch break once before we had our first date.
The Saturday that we went on our date, I remember seeing her at the train station, smiling as she saw me. She was absolutely gorgeous.
"Hi! How are you?" She asked amicably as I leaned forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. She moved so that my lips met hers and when I moved back we both looked away, blushing furiously. She reached out and took my hand as we walked down the steps to the seafront.
We sat and had our lunch on one of the benches near the pier, while her leg somehow became entwined in mine under the tabletop. I looked at her and smiled and she smiled back. We bumped into a few of her friends who were lovely, and chatted to them awhile before we left to walk back along the beach. We walked along the seafront again and sat down on the steps, where the tide was rushing in at our feet.
"Isn't this peaceful" I commented.
"Very..." she moved closer to me and we were staring into each other's eyes. She slowly leant in and so did I. Our lips met in a kiss and her hand found my own as we could hear the waves crashing in on the steps below us. It was so romantic. I remember thinking at the time that I couldn't think of anything more perfect. I'm sure that the length of time we were sitting there making out hundreds of people must have walked by, but I didn't care. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity, yet it still wasn't long enough. Her lips were so incredibly soft. When we finally broke apart we stared into each other's eyes, unaware of anything apart from each other and the sound of the sea.
"Let's go and get some ice cream" she suggested, taking my hand in hers as we got up, brushing the sand off of our clothes.
We walked along to the ice cream parlour and sat inside eating and feeding each other ice cream, her legs slowly entwining themselves between mine. I jumped when I felt her hand under the table moving up my leg, very slowly but nonetheless deliberate. I looked at her and she smiled at me, that catlike grin that made me feel as if my stomach was doing flip-flops. She was so beautiful and she didn't even realise it. Have you ever met someone that is breathtaking and doesn't realise that she's the prettiest woman in the room? That's what she was like when I knew her, constantly.
"How about we pop back to my place? I need to feed the cats" she asked, rummaging through her bag.
"Okay then."
She took my hand once more and we wandered up the steps moving off of the seafront to the houses above. She led me down a couple of roads before we reached her house. We came to a very modest looking building.
"This is where I live" she pointed towards the window.
We went inside and were greeted by two of the most adorable felines meowing at their mistress's feet.
"I'll just go and feed them then I'll be right back" she told me, motioning for me to sit on the sofa.
When she came back we sat and talked for ages. Then we had some dinner and after that she gave me a tour of the house, culminating in her bedroom. We sat on her bed and I looked down at my watch, realising that hours had gone by.
"I had better be getting home" I told her. She had probably had enough of me by now and I should get home before it got any later.
"Do you really want to go?" She asked me quietly.
I felt her soft hand moving to touch my own.
I leant in and kissed her. We kissed slowly, I moved closer to her and her hand moved to the back of my head, running through my hair making me shiver. She smelled wonderful. Her lips were so soft and inviting. I just wanted to touch her. My hands moved to either side of her face as I kissed her deeply, concentrating on her. Her hand stroked the back of my neck lightly and I shuddered, a tingle moving down my spine. I kissed across her cheek to her ears, nibbling on them gently. She let out a soft moan, her hands moving down my body as I kissed down her neck deliberately. She leaned over me and I leant back as far as I could without moving my hands from her waist until she had me lying down on the bed.