I had an entire flock of butterflies fluttering around in my tummy. I had been ready for our date for about an hour already. Even did extra stuff like a long warm bubble bath, facial, manicure and my hair styled. I really wanted to make a good impression on him. My best friend set up the date and all she would tell me was that he was a great guy, nice, funny and gorgeous. Not even his name! So of course at first I was skeptical. I mean, who wouldn’t be? Why would such a great catch be so single? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was acting like a kid in high school, judging before you know the facts. Then my imagination ran rampant on me and I pictured everyone from Fabio to Kevin Costner. In less than an hour I would know. I felt so silly as I waited impatiently. I tried to busy myself with small chores around my apartment, but never really could relax or get the rather tempting ‘movie’ starring me and Mr. Mystery and our upcoming date.
As I was dancing around the kitchen with the mop I was brought back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. And the butterflies returned with reinforcements. I checked my hair as I passed the mirror in the short hallway to the door. Ok, I still looked like I just stepped out of the salon. It felt like an eternity to me as I watched my hand raise up to grasp the doorknob. I took a couple of deep breaths and opened the door. I about fell over.
I made a mental note for later, definitely tell Jackie thank you! He was tall, probably about six feet, dark brown hair, deep green eyes, a gorgeous smile and a body that just wouldn’t quit covered in khakis and a button up the front hunter green shirt. I just knew I stared at him for a good twenty minutes before I finally said hello. That’s when he brought his hand from behind his back and handed me a bouquet of spring flowers. I hadn’t even noticed that he was hiding something and felt my face grow warm. He laughed a soft heart felt laugh and asked jokingly if we were going to stay in the doorway all night. If we were that would be all right, but could we please get some chairs? He broke the ice.
I invited him inside and put the flowers in some water. He made small talk as I got out the vase. I learned his name was Michael and that he didn’t actually live that far away. He had just moved here a few months ago and was getting to know the area. I’ll admit, I wasn’t completely listening to him. I was still hung up on how much of a stud he was. I mean, just from what I’ve seen, I can tell he works out or at least did.
We worked our way out of my apartment and into his car, talking the whole time. We were really clicking and I couldn’t believe it! He asked me if it were all right that he picked out the restaurant for us just to make sure. I couldn’t help but think, “Ohhh he’s polite too?” Don’t’ get me wrong, he had opened and closed the car door for me, but let’s face it, some guys will do that just to make a good impression. He seemed to be totally what all my past boyfriends weren’t. A Gentleman.
We got to the restaurant and I was pleasantly surprised. Italian, my favorite! The ambiance was perfect, low light, candles on the tables and booths for privacy. We talked all through dinner, laughing and joking. I don’t think there was a single moment of that awkward silence that goes along with most first dates, let alone blind dates.
After dinner he drove me home and told me he had a fantastic time. His smile sent ripples down my spine. I didn’t know what came over me, but I invited him up. That’s a big no no for me on a first or even second date for obvious reasons. He accepted my invitation for coffee and we headed up, only after he helped me back out of the car. I went straight to the kitchen and began to brew the coffee and he followed. We joked some more and chatted about this that and the other. I walked over to where he was to get the coffee cups, our bodies meshed together and I felt weak in the knees. He leaned forward and kissed my lips softly. I was taken by surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. After we pulled back he smiled and laughed. He looked me straight in the eye and told me he really needed to thank Jackie. This evening couldn’t be any better. Wanna bet, was my thought! I wanted more. For the first time in history, I wanted more on the first date than the guy I was with.
I asked him if he would like the dime tour of my place and just as politely as he had been all night he accepted, only difference this time was we were holding hands. As we entered my bedroom, having shown him everything else I made sure to get close to the bed and leaned in for another kiss. He slowly brought his hands up and pulled me into a warm embrace. With that I deepened the kiss, letting our tongues dance slowly. That’s how I would describe the rest of the night, a long slow dance. He let me make the initial moves to make sure of what I wanted and once it was clear, he took over. We removed our clothes, gently tossing them aside onto the chair.
His muscular body glowed against the soft light from the hallway. I was entirely his. He laid us down onto the bed, our bodies meshed once again and as his fingers lightly caressed my body, and his lips lightly kissed my neck. I wanted to scream! It was everything I’d dreamed of but have never had. This was most definitely not a dream. His hands continued their slow, soft movement along my body as we began to make love. He filled me completely and we were one. He kept the pace slow and steady, continuously kissing my lips, neck and earlobes as his hands caressed my sides every so often gently cupping my breast.
It wasn’t long before he brought me to climax. My soft moans filled my small room as my orgasm washed over me. Only after he felt my body relax again did he stop. He kissed me passionately and slid his body off mine to lie next to me. We cuddled with my head on his shoulder and my arm wrapped tightly around his waist. I definitely need to thank Jackie was my last thought before drifting off to sleep.