Hi again.
No, I got here just a few minutes ago.
Fine.
And you?
Ready to order?
While we're waiting for our food, I thought I'd tell you about my first encounter with Stacey.
If you remember, I told you last time that we discovered we only lived about 35 miles apart. She lived in Louisville. As you know, I live across the river just outside New Albany.
We agreed by email to meet at a neutral location. After all, it's one thing to share ideas and opinions about sex anonymously. It's something else to meet face to face and wonder what kind of connection there would be in the real world. Though our emails became really graphic sexually, we never did "cyber." Yes, there were times we deliberately tried to turn the other on, but our emails never were personal.
Stacey chose an upscale restaurant near the riverfront. I arrived about fifteen minutes early and was seated at our table. I wanted to be able to see what she looked like before we actually met. She told me what she'd be wearing, but even if I didn't know that before hand, I had a feeling I would know her.
When I first saw her, I was stunned. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body. It was nearly skin-tight. It sloped low in front toward her cleavage and the back was open below her waistline exposing the beginning of her wonderfully-shaped ass. Her complexion suggested the look of her European heritage. Her skin had a healthy, tanned glow. A single strand pearl necklace graced her neck. The hem of her dress fell to just above her knees. The dress showed off her fabulous figure from shoulders to breasts to waist to hips to legs. She was not wearing hose. With her color and those legs she didn't need any. Matching black low heeled shoes completed her outfit.
She appeared to be around 5' 6" tall. Her auburn hair was the color of mahogany. It looked dark brown, but when the light hit her hair a certain way, you could see the slightest touch of dark red. It fell just to her shoulders and was perfectly styled, pulled back on one side and held with a pearl-studded clasp.
Her eyes were dazzling, as emerald green as the ocean surrounding a Caribbean island. There was a depth to her eyes, radiating not just intelligence but promises of delights to come.
Her face, oh my, her face. Perfection personified. It was shaped like a teardrop. Smiles and laughter must spring naturally from her character because faint creases could be seen in the corners of her eyes and the edges of her mouth. Her cheekbones, though evident, were not so prominent as to detract from the symmetry of her face. They sloped gently toward her ears. The tip of her chin was neither pointed nor blunt. Her jaw line was not squared. No, from her perfectly rounded chin, her jaw line swept gently upward toward her ears and merged seamlessly with her cheekbones. Her ears were neither flat against her head nor tilting too far outward. Dancing from her ears were simple pearl earrings. Her lips. Oh, her lips. Again, they were perfect. Not too full. Not too thin. Delicate. There was at the same time a suggestion of mischievousness and a sensuality to her lips when she smiled and occasionally licked them with the tip of her tongue. She was absolutely beautiful.
As for the rest of her figure, you can imagine how exciting and stimulating it was. Her neck, again neither too long nor too short, sat above flawlessly shaped shoulders. They didn't slope down from her neck, but were slightly squared, giving her an aura of strength. Her breasts appeared to be 34C, not so large as to detract from her figure, yet large enough to hint of the pleasures that exist in them and between them. From her shoulders, her body curved like an hourglass to her waist then outward again and around her hips.
The dress displayed an inviting "V" where her abdomen met her legs and accentuated the sway of her hips and ass when she walked. Her muscular thighs and calves revealed what I already knew, that she was an avid runner and swimmer. Her shapely ankles perfectly linked her legs and feet. Lithe is the word I would use to describe her body.
No, I do not exaggerate. All I know is that no woman has ever so instantly appealed to my mind, my emotions, and my body as Stacey did that first moment I saw her.
When she saw me, she smiled broadly as she was escorted to the table by the maitre de. Every eye in the room watched her approach our table in obvious admiration.
The maitre de seated her and a waiter dressed in a black tuxedo appeared immediately. He asked if we would care to begin with a bottle of wine. She nodded and I told her to choose. She asked if the restaurant served a chilled, dry Lambrusco wine. When told yes, she ordered a bottle. We said our hellos and started looking over the menu. The waiter quickly returned and poured her half a glass of wine. Holding the stem, she admired the ruby red color. She swirled the glass rapidly. Stopping the swirling, she brought the glass to her nose and took several quick, full sniffs. Satisfied with the aroma, she sipped a small amount and splashed it over her tongue. She nodded her approval to the waiter and he poured a glass for me.
The waiter asked if we would like an appetizer and again I deferred to Stacey. She asked if the oysters on the half shell were served with a chef's sauce. The waiter said it was a tart onion vinaigrette. She nodded her approval and ordered. As he left, Stacey innocently looked me in the eye and said that she heard that oysters are an aphrodisiac.
Yes, bold is a word that can be used to describe her personality.
We looked over the menu and discussed what we might order. The waiter returned with the appetizer. The oysters were placed on a layer of crushed ice with lemon slices, the sauce, and thin slices of buttered pumpernickel on the side. The waiter stood while Stacey sprinkled some lemon on an oyster, dipped it in the sauce and sensuously rolled it in her mouth. She nodded to the waiter and told him to return later to take our order. She looked at me and sucked on the oyster.
I know, I know. I was overwhelmed by her presence. In every way, she is every man's dream.
When the waiter returned again, we placed our orders. Stacey decided on the braised Tuscan lamb shank bathed in a broth of rosemary, fontina mill-cut white grits, tomato, fennel and bourbon. I ordered seared Hawaiian billfish with a glaze made of parsnips, pomegranates, saffron, vanilla, carrot puree, and soy.
We ate the oysters and talked. Though we were meeting for the first time, our conversation was amazingly easy. We shared our life histories, our work, and our interests. Our dinner arrived, and we continued our conversation. After our meal, we both ordered freshly ground Hawaiian Kona coffee served black.
