Laura was an amazing woman, smart, sexy, beautiful, loving, caring, I couldn't have asked for more and sitting on that white couch I was lost in my head thinking about many things, too many things, my life was rushing in front of me because I just couldn't believe my luck.
It had been a month and a week since I first saw her picture on a website I was on, she only had one picture but she seemed lovely and very sexy, so I messaged her hoping she would reply.
A few minutes later she replied and so began a long conversation, we talked about the fact that she was 20 years older than me and how that was fine by me, she seemed a little tense at first, but soon we started to take a deep interest in one another.
The long deep conversations went on for a while and got steamy fast, it was clear the chemistry was off the roof and we were both very, very eager to give this a shot.
We finally met on a late Friday afternoon, I was waiting in front of Lorenzo's, the restaurant I had booked for the occasion...well I wasn't really right in front of it, more like on the other side of the road, in front of the bar we were supposed to meet at, I only told her we were actually having dinner after the brief 10 minutes that served as a "test", which was successful, she seemed to enjoy my company enough.
She was quite surprised I would say, she wasn't expecting a dinner, she probably expected something else because of my age but there she was, sitting in front of me, beautiful long blonde straight hair, blue eyes and a slight shyness shining through her otherwise confident mature beauty.
The dinner was great, we were very excited, even a bit nervous, but we smiled and laughed and talked about our past and our hopes, but I never thought she would actually invite me to her place, don't get me wrong, she was extremely attractive, the wine and my skyroketing testosterone had me on fire but still I had to convince myself that that was actually happening.
We walked to her apartment building and I followed her through the door, as soon as we were through we started kissing and could hardly see anything as we kissed and touched all the way through the corridor and up the elevator to her apartment door, there I pushed her against the door with my body pressing against hers as she held my face in her hands and kissed me deeply.
When we went inside she reluctantly unlocked her hand from mine, saying "I'll be back in a second" as she vanished through one of the doors, that actually hurt, that one last stare of her beautiful blue eyes already left a mark, I had to have her, I needed her from the bottom of my heart.
I sat on the white couch wondering how long I'd have to wait, but there she was coming out of the door again, I though she went in there to change, to "put on something more comfortable" but there she was wearing the same dress that showed just enough cleavage to still be classy.
