Part One: The Party
Chapter One - The Introduction
It's around 8:00 in the evening, and I'm getting ready for my first internet party. Having spoken with a lot of people on-line about the party, exchanging pictures, and flirting like crazy, I have really worked myself up for this. Everyone has told me how much fun it is, and one person even told me it is the kind of party that if you want someone to go home with, it is a done deal. A little lump formed in my throat when I heard that one.
But the clinching reason to come to the party was to meet you. After three or four conversations on-line, having exchanged photos (and liking yours very much), we decided to try and hook up at the party. At the very least, I told you, I owe you a drink. You rebutted by saying that you owed me a dance. Beyond that, I said jokingly, we were not under any further obligation to each other.
Just stepping out of the shower, my mind wanders back to some of our conversations. How flirty and sexy you sounded even though I had not even so much as heard a whisper of your gentle voice. How often I sat there talking to you thinking about you sitting there on the other side of the computer, wondering whether the grin on your face was as big as the one on mine; visualizing those soft, delicate fingers caressing the keyboard to spill out your thoughts and feelings. "Mmmm," I think. What an erotic picture it has been in my mind.
By this time I have finished getting dressed, black dress slacks and a white collar-band dress shirt. Putting on some of my Cool Water cologne, and fixing my hair just right (I told you about that idiosyncrasy of mine), the time hits 8:30, signaling it is time to party!
The drive to the club seems to go quickly as once again my mind races with images of you and I on the dance floor. Having no pretenses about how well we will hit it off, or what might happen afterwards, I am focused on our initial meeting, and hoping I don't see disappointment in your eyes. I can even begin to feel a little rise in my boxers as my cock involuntarily responds to the idea of seeing the lust and desire in your eyes which I have been hoping for. I love to look into a woman's eyes and see that look. It absolutely does it for me.
Arriving at the club, I once again check myself in the mirror (and double-check that the zipper is up). Then, after performing the once over in the mirror, I head towards the door.
I walk inside the club, and immediately I think I have made a mistake. The club music is hopping, everyone is out there dancing, and being the shy, quiet, romantic man I am, this is not my scene. But a promise is a promise, and I keep telling myself of what I will most definitely be missing out on if I leave now. So, I grin, bear it, and go order a drink.
Taking a long sip off my bottle of beer, I find a place in one of the corners, and begin to scan the room for you. With everyone consumed within their own conversations, guys making their plays on the girls, the girls teasing them all the way, my eyes begin to search the dance floor. Feet pounding away, bodies trying to feel the rhythm, some with more success than others, I instantly find you out.
Your black skirt and white sweater top look so sexy on you. Your back is turned towards me, but I know it is you. Not only is the image a match (I could never imagine you look this incredible), but this feeling wells up inside of me, confirming my decision to stay. As you dance around, moving your body to face me, our eyes lock on each other for the first time. It is you.
You whisper something to your dancing partner, and she glances over in my direction and gives you a big smile. More words are exchanged as you begin to move in my direction now. Dancing a little bit, almost as if to tease me, until you reach the edge of the dance floor; walking the rest of the way, as I take you in. For the second time tonight I can feel the heat beginning to stir within my groin. Your body is moving gracefully, your hips swaying casually, with a hint of seduction, your legs looking so fine. Your breasts full, your smile alluring. And the sweater is just short enough to leave a little area around your stomach unobstructed so that my eyes can feast on your tight, little belly button.
And as you make your way over to me, standing about a foot away, I can at last look into your eyes. Without saying anything for a few moments, I grin and smile back at you and simply stare into your eyes. Gazing, finding the answers I am looking for, they tell me so much about you. They tell me -- gentle, passionate, sexy, sincere. The desire is overwhelming.
And after a quick pleasantry, I reach out and bring you close to me for a hug. Wrapping both arms around your body tight, my hands reach out to your back. As I hug you, I slowly rub your back and take in your wonderful scent. The hug lasts for several seconds, holding you tight and squeezing lightly; our bodies tell each other the relief of finally meeting, as we further negate any disappointment which might have been lurking.
After we break off the embrace, our eyes meeting again, we chuckle at the thought that the hug lasted a little longer than it should have and that people might be watching us. We turn to look around simultaneously to find that no one has been watching; I guess that is a good thing. (So maybe no one will know if we sneak away for a little while.)
Chapter Two - The Dance Floor
Settling into the evening, we take two seats at the bar and begin to fall into a conversation that would normally have taken place between two old friends rather than two people who just met for the first time. But, after all, we have bared each our souls in a few lengthy discussions about life, love, and passion. During the conversation, our eyes never leave each other, focused so deeply, as our ears pay close attention to what the other is saying. Your voice is just as I imagined it, your mannerisms delightful, and your body exuding desire.