Kylee Miller was a sexy freak.
I discovered that early on when we met online. We met on a dating/hookup site, and got to talking. I was still reeling a bit after a recent break-up and I wasn't all that interested in a relationship, but I made my intentions clear right from the start. Kylee agreed, and we met up for the first time on a sunny Saturday in March.
The sun was starting to melt away the snow, and it was hovering right around that melting point. Kylee definitely made the temperature go up a few degrees herself. a stunning brunette with blonde highlights, ample-sized breasts, and green eyes that seemed to glow. What made it not fair was her ass was also phenomenal.
I like to think I was an attractive man, standing at 6'2", I always kept my facial hair at stubble length, and while I didn't pay much attention to my hair, it always seemed to look nice. My naturally-tanned skin seemed to be selling factor for women, as well as my hazel eyes. I could have stood to lose some weight, but by no means would I have been considered fat. Unless they have tons of money, fat, ugly dudes don't get girls like Kylee, so I must have been doing something right.
We met up for a Saturday brunch in the downtown of a busy Canadian city. Kylee smiled as she walked to the table as I was already seated.
"You look even better in person," I said as I stood up and offered her a soft hug.
She took in my embrace and replied;" I could say the same for you."
We both sat down, smiling at each other and making awkward small talk as we waited for the server to take our orders. Kylee and I decided early that our phones should be set down on the table with the screens down. There was nothing shady about it, it was just a matter of making sure they didn't become a distraction as we learned more about each other.
Kylee was a fashion designer. She showed me her Instagram page, and noticed she modeled some of her own clothing. I smiled as I scrolled through, admiring some of the more risqué items she wore.
Kylee learned I was more on the business side of things. I ran an office supplies chain that was quite successful. It didn't have the glamour that some jobs have, but it paid for an expensive taste. At 26, I was already making $320k per year. While I talked at work, Kylee nodded politely, and smiled as I finished.
"So, you told me you just broke up with someone. What happened?" She asked curiously.
"I'd rather not get into it," I said, leaning back into the wooden artistic chair I was seated in. "I'm not one to badmouth or drag someone's name through the mud."
Her eyebrows raised. "Oh come on, Ryan. I'll tell you about my crazy ex if you tell me about yours," she smiled.
"If we're telling crazy ex stories, we'll need more than just brunch for that conversation," I said as we both laughed.
"I have nothing else to do today," she smiled and winked.
I cracked and told her about Elizabeth. I explained that Elizabeth was really sweet and caring, but lacked in certain areas. Her sexuality was plain for my tastes, and she was very unwilling to explore. We ultimately decided it was time to go our separate ways about a month ago.
Our food arrived, and Kylee told her story as we ate.
"My ex, Mark, was nice, but that's about it," she said as she dug her fork into some cantaloupe. "He bounced from boring job to boring job, and just didn't try hard enough to keep me. And if I'm being honest," she leaned in and whispered, "his dick was like, 3 inches, max."
My eyes widened. Poor guy.
"Well I hope you don't find office supplies boring," I joked as she smiled wide again.
Then I felt a foot under the table on the inside part of my leg. I looked down, and saw Kylee's foot inching closer and closer to my crotch.
I was definitely not a three-incher by any means, but I was a grower. It didn't take long for me to grow at full length. Kylee rubbed my cock through the outside part of my pants and she gasped.
"Oh my..." she smiled.
Luckily, we were in a corner booth, so no one could see what she was doing. But my face was turning the same color as the bacon on my plate. She wanted to do that? In public?
She put her foot down. "I look forward to exploring that later," she said, sticking another piece of fruit in her mouth.
***
Our brunch date ended, and I took her back to my place. Kylee had cabbed over to the restaurant, and I drove one of my luxury cars. She was definitely impressed.
As we pulled up to my house, she gasped again.
"This definitely beats the one-bedroom studio I live in..." she trailed off.
My four-bedroom house was pretty damn nice. Not to brag, but there's certain places guests can get lost pretty easily, it's that big. I worked with a developer to design it, and made sure it had all the cool shit, from a full-service bar in the basement, theatre room in the main level, walk-in closets in every room, and probably my favourite feature, a garage to store my three vehicles.
I parked the black BMW in the middle between my matching black Ford Mustang and my black Kia Sportage. I kept the SUV for winter driving, and the other two for show.
Kylee followed me to the front door before I decided to give her the grand tour, I let her walk into the house first, giving me a great view of her ass in leggings.
She let out an audible gasp as she spun slowly around the main foyer, looking at the big living room off to the right, the high ceilings above, the massive kitchen straight ahead, and the long hallway leading to the theatre room on the left. I just stood back and smiled.
"Need a roommate?" She asked sarcastically, but I could sense part of her wasn't joking.
"It does get pretty lonely around here," I admitted. "It's almost paid off anyway. High salary, with some inheritance from my parents..." I trailed off. That was still a tough subject.
Kylee's face went from joy to apologetic.
"Really sorry to hear," she said, sounding sincere. She held my arm softly. "I lost my parents not too long ago either. As an only child, it was hell trying to sort through everything myself."
"Trust me, siblings don't make it any easier," I scoffed, remembering how my two sisters fought and clawed for more and more, all for them to blow it on Cocaine and one hell of a party.
Trying to change the subject, I offered her a tour. I showed her the living room first, which was more open concept, with seating along the outside of the room. Next was the kitchen, with a large island in the middle, stove against the wall and a large sink that had multiple water features. The whole counter was black, but it looked really sleek beside the white tile that laid on the floor.
Down the hallway, we made our way to the theatre room, with three rows of couches for seating, all of which having room to recline. The back couches didn't match the first two rows.
"Had to get what the furniture store would get us," I explained.
We made our way up the linear-staircase and I showed her each of the four bedrooms, including my Master bedroom. Her favourite part wasn't the California King bed in the middle of the room, but the showers.
"You could play hockey in this thing," she joked.
We made our way downstairs using the spiral staircase on the other side of the house. The spiral was the only way to get to the basement, which featured a bar with three different kinds of beer on tap, as well as a fridge stocked with bottles of the beer I didn't have in a keg. There was also plenty of hard alcohol on the shelves. I made my way behind the bar, which glowed in a variety of colours in the otherwise dark room.
"What can I get you?" I asked, whipping a white towel over my shoulder playfully.
"Rum and coke," she smiled.
"Spiced, white, or dark? Got options here," I said.
"Let's go spiced," she replied.
As I scooped the ice and mixed the drink, she sat across from me on a leather barstool. I handed her the glass, setting a coaster down before it hit the counter. She took her first sip and smiled.
"This place is phenomenal. I never want to leave," she joked.
