So, it had been a few weeks since that memorable December night when Vanessa and I met for a few hours of what could be best described as an "indelibly etched in my brain sexual encounter." Vanessa had told me she was going out of town (back to California) for a few weeks so any subsequent encounters would have to wait till then. I didn't want to seem too anxious, so after a few weeks, I texted her, asking her if she was back and if she would perhaps like to meet again. She responded back that perhaps we could meet in a few days, which definitely kicked my imagination into gear. Another couple of days went by and she contacted me and asked if I could come over to her place at 10 am during the next day. It was a work day, but I wasn't that busy and I could think of no better way to burn a few hours of annual leave. She lived close by, in some nice low-rise apartments. I agreed to check back with her in the morning to confirm and she asked me if I could stop and bring her over a Café Mocha from Starbucks on the way. Of course, this was not a problem. I still really couldn't believe that someone this hot was interested in me, at times, regressing back to that night a few weeks ago, still not knowing totally for sure whether it was reality or just a dream.
Vanessa told me to park in the attached parking deck on the third level and she would come out and let me in the building (you needed a key card to get in). When I got there the garage was kind of empty which creeped me out a bit, but in a few minutes, she came out, and once I saw her again I quickly lost any inhibitions I might have had. She looked amazing, she was wearing a form fitting red one piece dress, her long dark hair still wet from having just showered. She was kind of giggly, like maybe she has smoked a little something, or maybe that was just her way of being coy. To disorient me a little, she asked if I would close my eyes while she walked me, her arms around my waist, into the building to her apartment. For some reason, she didn't want me to see exactly which apartment was hers. I went along with the little game which was actually kind of playful and cute, carefully counting my steps so in the future I could maybe figure it out, not knowing what she had planned for me.
Her place was very close to the building entrance and when we went into her apartment she said I could open my eyes. Her one bedroom apartment was nicely furnished but I didn't really see that much of it as she walked me straight to her bedroom. We both sat on the bed, and she asked if she could first have some of the Starbucks that I had brought over for her. While she sat back on the bed I just watched her, thinking about what might be to come in a few minutes.
When we had met a few weeks ago, she had asked if I had any condoms, and mentioned the next time we got together we could actually fuck, so this time I was sure to bring some along, as well as some lube and massage oil. I had them in a little bag and when I pulled them out and showed them to her she got this sheepish grin on her face. We hadn't really talked much about our sexual likes and dislikes the first time we met so I really didn't know what my limits with her were. So, this time we talked about it a little and without mentioning any real specifics she gave me the impression she was very open. When I mentioned some BDSM-like fantasies I had had, she said she had some previous experience with that and perhaps that was something we could explore. Again, I really couldn't believe this was happening to me, this beautiful, sexy, cool, 32-year-old, had just pretty much given me permission to go places I had never been before.