I sat in my car, patiently waiting for Him to text me to signal that He had arrived. "I'm out front now, red shirt" was His reply. I nervously stepped out of my car, adjusted my dress...smoothed out the wrinkles, fidgeted with my hair and took a deep breath. Walking up to the bar I could feel my heart begin to race as questions ran through my head.
"Is He really here?"
"What if those weren't His pictures He sent me? If not, how can I politely find an out if I don't find Him attractive?"
"What if He's dissatisfied with me?"
I couldn't allow myself to be negative before even laying eyes on Him, so I dismissed those thoughts and continued walking around the building, searching for a handsome, blue eyed gentleman in a red shirt.
I rounded the corner and to my relief He stood there on the sidewalk, just as I expected Him to be. I let out a sigh of relief as I walked up and He engulfed me in a hug. Holding me tightly around the waist we began to walk into the bar. He let go of my waist, wrapping His hand around mine and guiding me in.
It was loud as we sat down in a booth, looking around for a split second before noticing a fire pit burning on the outside patio. It seemed more secluded and personal, so we happily made our transition outside. Sitting down across from Him I warmed my hands by the fire as I watched His face...I was nervous beyond belief--heart racing, sweaty palms, dry mouth...I couldn't let Him see that though. I maintained my composure as the night went on and conversation went from innocent and small to personal, deep, and arousing.
He pulled me in close to Him, wrapping His hands in my hair and whispering into my ear. My body went limp and refused to fight, He had me puddled before Him...hanging on His every breath, every word. Each time I felt myself getting to entranced I would quickly reach for my Guiness hoping it would help clear my mind. The waitress seemed almost scared to approach us, the people around us I'm sure were staring...but I didn't care.
We finished our beers and agreed to go somewhere quieter and more personal to continue our conversation. Walking out to His car, He pulled me in close to Him holding me tightly as He told me how much He'd like to fuck me, but that He didn't want to disrespect me. A sense of relief rushed over my body...as much as I wanted to kneel before Him and worship every inch of His body, I didn't want to be "that girl".
We drove to Barnes & Noble, however, since they were closed we sat in the parking lot. We spent the next half an hour both talking and teasing. He'd trace his fingers along my body, sending shivers through me and kissing my neck, lips, and breast. He allowed me the privilege of feeling just how much I aroused Him. I happily obliged, feeling His hard cock through His jeans, secretly wishing I could wrap my lips around it.
I must have been transparent because He was even kinder and allowed me to kiss His cock, the smallest amount. It took every ounce of will power I had in my body not to greedily swallow it down my throat until I gagged.
We drove back to the bar and said our goodbyes before parting. After He kissed me goodnight and left, all I could feel was a sense of euphoria rush through my body. My head was clouded, my body tingled from my head down to my toes. What a night it was, and hopefully many more to come.