He waits patiently for his date, pacing back and forth to the point he is starting to wear a groove in the floor.
"Where can she be? It's getting late." He says with utter aggravation.
He never was a ladies man. He went on a few dates when he was younger, but never found that "One and only" he has heard so much about from his friends.
This wouldn't be the first time he has been stood up. Normally he just brushes it off, orders Chinese, and watches DVDs. But, this is New Years Eve. Right now he could die. He feels crushed.
Should he just go ahead and leave? If he did and she came, he would look like the one who stood her up. He wants so badly to go, but doesn't want to take the risk. Plus, he doesn't want to look like a loser showing up without his date. So he decides to call it a night.
What a way to start off the New Year. Why does this always happen to him? Why for once can't he be the one that comes out on top?
"No use crying over spilled milk." He thought to himself. "Look at the bright side, at least I saved some money."
Sickened to his stomach he decides against ordering delivery. Too tired to watch DVDs, he decides to go to bed. He goes to his room, undresses and climbs into bed.
Lying in his bed, he stares through the sheer curtains covering his window.
This night was a particularly clear night. The moon and stars are shining bright. He sees a star fall from the sky. He makes a wish.
"I wish that an angel from heaven will come and heal my heart." He whispers to himself as he closes his eyes. Then he falls fast asleep.
The calm silence of the night is interrupted by a light wind. The branches from the outside shrubbery start tapping against his window. His calm sleep is disturbed by the noise.
He moans as he rolls over on his back.
He hears a noise, opens up his eyes and looks at the end of his bed. He sees the silhouette of a dark figure fading in out of nowhere slowly before him.
He sits up quickly as it starts walking slowly toward him. He rubs his eyes.
"Who's there?" He says in a frightened voice.
"Shhhh, don't say anything." The figure whispers to him as it walks slowly toward him.
Frantically, he reaches for his glasses as the figure appears in the moonlight. He finds his glasses and puts them on and sees the figure of the most beautiful creature he's ever seen.
She is gorgeous, short brown hair, light complexion, very slender and curvy, and her eyes twinkled in the starlight. She has the fullest red lips he's ever seen; her smile like is like an angelic cherub.
She has on a sheer black robe that goes down a little past her thighs. Underneath she is wearing nothing but a black satin bra, matching panties, black gloves that go a little past her elbows, black leather knee high stiletto boots and a single red rose rested in her hair.
Her body lit up in the moonlight.
"I must be dreaming." He thinks to himself. "Who are you?" he asks with hesitation as he stares at her.
"Just lay back and relax. You have nothing to worry about, I am here to take care of you." She replies.
She climbs on the bed, slowly lays him back, pulls his blanket down past his waist. He is fully nude. Like a lot of people, he has always slept in the buff.
She runs her hands across his chest. He shivers as he feels the smooth satin from her gloves run down to his mid section. He lets out a slight moan. It feels so good, so comfortable, and so perfect.
She leans over, removes his glasses, and places them on his nightstand. She turns back to him, places her hand on his face, then leans over and gently kisses him on his lips.
Her lips feel so soft, warm, juicy, and tastes sweet like a fresh peach. She smells so wonderful. She teases his lips a little bit with her tongue. He starts to feel a tingle of pure ecstasy.
She leans back away from him, takes off her robe, drops it to the floor, then turns and climbs on top of him, and straddles him. She runs both of her hands up his chest, then up his neck, and then holds his face as she leans over and kisses him, and inserts her tongue into his mouth. She teases her tongue against his. It feels so soft and smooth. He cannot believe what he is feeling. It feels so perfect, and so unbelievable.
She starts gyrating her hips across his member. The satin from her panties feel so smooth against him. He starts to feel his cock growing bigger as she glides herself across him. He puts his hands on her thighs and feels her hips move. He kisses her harder. Both of them begin to moan in anticipation.
"She kisses the side of his neck, moves up to his left ear and whispers, "I want you."
He reaches behind her back, undoes her bra, and slowly slides it off of her. She leans back to expose her bare breasts. They are beautiful. Perfectly round, perky, very natural.
They look breathtaking the way they glow in the moonlight. He cannot believe what he is seeing. She is a perfect goddess.
Is he dreaming? Or is this real? Either way, he doesn't care. This moment is pure heaven.
She leans back, reaches up behind her head and runs her fingers through her hair as he runs his hands across her breasts. She bites her lower lip, closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan.
"That feels so good, your hands feel so warm and soft." She says to him erotically.
