Blind Date 87

"No, Vicky. NO! NO! NO!" Bob yelled into the phone.

"C'mon, Bobby, do it for me. You always tell me I'm your favorite sister," Vicky pleaded.

"Yeah, well if you don't stop bugging me," Bob replied, "I'm going to ask mom and dad to have a third child so you won't HAVE to be my favorite sister. I've told you a hundred times: I don't do blind dates."

"It's not really a blind date, Bobby. I know her, and I know you."

Bob let out an audible sigh. "You know, for a smart woman, I find it hard to believe you don't know the definition of a blind date. Here, try this. When the party of the first part doesn't know the party of the second part, and the party of the third part matches them up for a date, even if the party of the third part knows them both... IT'S STILL A BLIND DATE!"

Vicky was laughing. "Wow, you obviously studied really hard during your legal terminology class at law school. Look, she's a lawyer, too. And she's smart. She went to UVA for law school and she works for the FBI."

"I don't care," Bob said. "I don't want anyone fixing me up on a blind date. Let me guess: if I ask if she's pretty, you'll say she has a nice personality, right?"

"Actually," Vicky said, "she DOES have a nice personality. But she's also beautiful. I'm telling you, you'll love her."

"Uh huh. She's perfect. That's why she needs someone to fix her up on a blind date."

"Jesus Christ, Bobby, give me a break. Just like you, she was in a long-term relationship until a few months ago. She's not ready to just start going out with rando guys, but I think you two would really hit it off. Please trust me -- I wouldn't set you up with someone I didn't think was a perfect match for you. You will have a wonderful time."

Bob's resolve was being worn down.

"Send me her picture," he finally conceded.

"Nope," answered Vicky.

"What do you mean, 'nope'? She's so ugly you won't even send me a picture?"

"I already told you," Vicky stated calmly, "she's absolutely beautiful. But I want you to be overwhelmed when you first see her. Further, I don't want you basing your judgement about her just because she's hot. I'd like to think my brother isn't quite that shallow."

Bob laughed. "You know," he said, "it's a little hard to believe a person who says she wants to set you up on a blind date with a beautiful woman, but you can't see her picture because she's SO beautiful, she wants you to not see her in advance."

Vicky sighed heavily into the phone.

"Look, Bobby, do this for me. You're really doing it for yourself, but do it for me. If you call me up afterwards and tell me you're not interested, I'll never try to set you up again."

Bob laughed again.

"Fine, fine," he said. "I don't really believe you for one second that you'll never try again, but just remember what you said.

"Thanks, Bobby!" Vicky gushed. "How about Saturday night. You free?"

"Well, yeah, but can't I call her to make plans myself?" he asked.

"No, I'll handle it. I've got my reasons."

"Sheesh," Bob replied. "You are so damn controlling. What's her name?"

"I'll tell you Saturday," Vicky replied.

"Seriously? I can't even know her name?"

"Thanks, Bobby! I'll call you with time and location. I love you!"

Before he could even reply, Vicky had hung up. As pissed as he was that he let Vicky talk him into this, he laughed. She ALWAYS got her way. The fact that he did or did not want something was never part of the equation when talking to his sister. She was only three years older than his 31 years, but she treated him like she was his mother and he must always do what she said. He loved Vicky dearly and actually WOULD do almost anything she asked, but even when he didn't want to do something, she always talked him into it. She always won.

Thursday night, Vicky called. She told him the restaurant where she had made reservations for 7:00. She said his date would be sitting at the bar wearing a red, satin blouse. She still wouldn't tell him her name, which made him laugh.

Saturday night, Bob texted his sister. "Still waiting for a name."

Vicky replied: "In due time."

Bob: "I'm leaving in 15 minutes!"

Vicky: "You'll have it at 6:55"

Bob just laughed. He was still not sure why he couldn't know his date's name in advance, but there was nothing he could do about it. He ordered an Uber, and he was pulling up to the restaurant at 6:55 when Vicky texted him. "Her name is Marci." And that was it.

He walked inside, and sitting at the bar was a beautiful woman wearing a red, satin blouse. She had brown hair that went just past her shoulders and blue eyes. He couldn't tell how tall she was, since she was sitting, but the legs sticking out of her skirt looked long. As he walked toward her, she smiled and stood up.

"Bob?" she asked, extending her hand. "I'm Marci. Nice to meet you."

Bob offered his hand, and as they shook, he said, "very nice to meet you, too." Now that she was standing, he noticed she was fairly tall -- maybe 5 foot 10 inches, but that included her heels. He also noticed she had a thin waist and small breasts that looked just right for her. He thought her body was fantastic.

"Apparently my sister already made reservations, so should we be seated? I suppose we should check to see if she already ordered for us."

Marci laughed, already thinking Bob had a sense of humor.

They checked in at the desk and were shown to their table. Marci appreciated the fact that Bob pulled out her chair for her to sit down.

"So," Bob started, "you seemed to be pretty sure I was your blind date when I walked in. Did my sister stalk out my front door and text you with what I was wearing?"

"Knowing Vicky, she certainly might have staked out your front door, but, no, that's not how I knew. She sent me your picture."

Bob laughed.

"So, you got a picture of me, and I was neither sent a picture or even allowed to know your name until five minutes ago. What the heck is going on?" Bob asked.

"C'mon, this is Vicky we're talking about. Don't ask ME to explain her -- she's YOUR sister!" Marci said with a laugh. Bob couldn't help but laugh, too.

They chatted for a while before ordering drinks. The conversation flowed smoothly, and both of them quickly felt comfortable with the other. There was none of the normal awkwardness when first meeting someone new.

Eventually, they got around to talking about their relatively-recent breakups.

"I thought things were going pretty well," Marci said, "but then things just seemed different. It was like we were just living together, but we weren't really a couple."

"I totally get it. The same thing happened with us," Bob said.

"Sounds like we went through the same thing, B-U-U-U-T..." she said, dragging out the last word and then pausing for a couple of seconds before continuing, "was your ex-girlfriend screwing the new hot secretary with huge tits?"

Bob started laughing, even though he knew it was inappropriate. When he laughed, Marci laughed a bit, too.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just didn't expect that. Okay, you got me. No, I'm pretty sure my ex was not screwing the new hot secretary with big tits. Or anyone else, for that matter, but who knows. I'm sorry I laughed. It's not funny."

"Sure it is," she replied. "It's like a Hollywood script. Unfortunately, I wasn't the hot secretary."

Bob chuckled again.

"Well, you certainly could have been," he said. Then he was embarrassed that he said that.

Marci smiled.

"Well, I certainly couldn't have been the one with huge tits, but I'll take that as a compliment," she said.

"Oh, it definitely was," Bob said. "Totally inappropriate for me to say, but definitely a compliment. And true." After a short pause, he continued. "Did it take you a long time to get over the whole thing?"

"Well, I was pretty miserable for quite a while. I mean, I should have seen the writing on the wall. I knew our relationship had changed, and I guess I had inklings of where it was heading, but I didn't expect him to be unfaithful."

"You seem to be doing well now," Bob said. "At least you sound good on the surface. And you're dating again."

"Actually, I AM doing reasonably well. But as for dating, I wasn't really ready to start yet. And this might shock you, but your sister doesn't take 'no' for an answer."

Bob laughed very loudly.

"Really? I had no idea," he said with a smirk. "I assume she told you I did not want to get fixed up on a blind date."

"Yeah, she told me. I hope you're not disappointed you finally said 'yes'", she said with a smile.

"Let's just say this date is going to cost me a ton of grief from her when I tell her how right she was."

Now they were both smiling at each other.

"So did you do anything special to get out of your funk?" he asked.

"Actually, I took some advice from Taylor Swift," she said.

Bob had a very confused look on his face.

"Huh?" he finally asked.

"You know how, after every break-up, Taylor Swift uses her work -- her songs -- to express and overcome her pain?"

Bob nodded.

"I figured I'd try the same thing."

"So, what did you do?" Bob asked, still with a confused look on his face.

"Well, you know I work at the FBI, right?"

Bob nodded again.

"So, like Taylor, I used my work. I had some agents beat the shit out of him."

Bob just stared at her with wide eyes, until she started laughing.

"Okay, you had me for a few seconds," he said, as he joined in the laughter. "I was beginning to think I'd better be careful tonight, or I was going to end up bleeding in some alley."

"Well, THAT part is true," Marci said with a chuckle. "Were you planning on doing something that might cause me to sic my buddies on you?" Then she smiled at him.

Bob paused before answering.

"I wasn't PLANNING on doing anything... but you never know what can happen," he said, smiling back at her.

"How about your break-up?" Marci asked. "Did you take time to get over her?"

"That's an interesting question," he said. "I'm not sure it took a long time to get over HER -- the last couple of months were not fun. But it DID take a long time to get over the feeling of rejection and not wanting to even try to get into another relationship."

"When did you finally get over it?" she asked.

"About 7:15 tonight," he said, with a grin. Marci smiled, too.

As dinner continued, both of them were having a wonderful time. There were lots of laughs as they teased each other continuously. It was clear that there was a real connection between them.

Long after Bob had paid the bill, he looked around and realized the restaurant was almost completely empty. He couldn't believe how long they had been sitting there.

"Looks like they'd like to finish cleaning up and get out of here. We should probably leave."

"Give me your phone, please, so I can put my number in there," Marci said. Bob happily handed over his phone, and she set herself up as a contact. Then she texted herself so she'd have his number.

When she handed his phone back, Bob looked at the contact entry. Her last name was not a common one, but it was one very familiar to Bob. It was the same name as a very wealthy, very influential, very politically-connected lawyer in Washington.

They both stood up, and as they walked toward the door, Bob said, "uh, any relationship to Donald?"

"Yes. He's my father. That's why Vicky didn't want you knowing my name in advance. She figured even my first name and knowing I worked at the FBI might be enough for you to find my full name. Sometimes, people make assumptions before they've even met me."

"Now I get the feeling if I wasn't careful tonight, the FBI guys would be the LEAST of my worries!"

Marci let out a loud laugh.

As they got close to the door, Bob asked, "Can I arrange an Uber for you?"

"I don't live far from here. Will you walk me home?" she asked.

"Of course," he said, while thinking the real estate around here is not your typical starter home.

They continued talking as they walked, and finally arrived in front of a very nice town house.

"This is me," she said. "Do you mind letting me open the door? I'd rather not say goodbye out here."

She walked up the steps, with Bob following right behind. She unlocked the door and walked a couple of steps into the hallway. Once Bob walked through the door, she closed it and turned toward him.

"I had an incredible time tonight. I didn't expect to, but I really enjoyed it."

Bob put his hands on her waist. "Yeah, most women don't expect to have a good time when they go out with me."

Marci laughed.

"You know that's not what I meant!"

"Yeah," he said with a chuckle, "I know. I feel the same way."

Marci leaned forward, put her hands around his neck, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips. Not passionate, but very sweet. Bob pulled her against him as he returned the kiss, and he started getting hard.

"Can I tell you some things I've never said until tonight? First, after a blind date, I have NEVER said 'I had a good time.' "

Bob laughed.

"Second," she continued, "after ANY date, I've never said 'I laughed more tonight than I can remember.' You're very funny."

Bob smiled at this.

"And third, after ANY first date, until tonight, I've NEVER said," and she leaned close to his ear as she whispered, "I want to sleep with you."

Suddenly, almost without even realizing it, Bob pulled her harder against his body and his rapidly hardening dick.

Marci looked at Bob, her head very close to his, as she quietly said, "would that be okay, Bob? Would you like to fuck me?"

Bob groaned as he slid his right hand up the smooth front of her silk blouse and cupped her small breast as he leaned in and kissed Marci. He caressed her breast as their tongues quickly found each other in a much more passionate kiss. Marci moaned as she pushed her body against Bob's dick, enjoying the feeling of it poking her. They continued kissing for a bit as Bob continued squeezing her breast. He also squeezed her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, causing a louder whine from Marci.

Eventually, Marci pulled back and smiled at him.

"Follow me," she said, as she took his hand led him up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. As soon as they walked in the room, Bob pulled her arm, and she turned. He again wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his hands to her butt as he pulled her against him to continue kissing her. She gladly joined in, and they picked up where they left off downstairs. Bob again returned his hand to her breast to massage it.

Bob pulled away and smiled at her as he started unbuttoning her blouse. Every time he opened a button, he kissed her body just above the next closed button. When he got down to her skirt, he pulled the blouse out and undid the last two buttons. He left the blouse unbuttoned, without spreading it open or removing it, and kissed Marci again. Although part of him wanted to rip off her clothes as quickly as possible so he could to see her naked body, he forced himself to go slowly and build anticipation for both of them.

But this time, when he kissed her, he slipped his hand inside the blouse onto her bare stomach. Then he moved it up to gently squeeze her bra-covered breast. Again, they both moaned.

Marci loved the slow, building tension, and she was already incredibly wet. She reached down and rubbed Bob's dick through his pants as they continued kissing and moaning. After a few minutes, Bob pulled away from Marci and put one hand on each side of her blouse. He pushed it off her shoulders and down her arms. He tossed it onto a nearby chair as he looked at her and smiled. He could see her thin, stiff nipple pushing out her bra. He bent down and flicked his tongue over it right through her bra, causing Marci to let out a sweet "Mmmmm".

Bob reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Although Marci was an incredibly confident woman in almost every way, she always had a slight hang-up about the size of her breasts. When her ex cheated with a woman with enormous breasts, it didn't help. She wondered what Bob's reaction would be.

When he pulled her bra off and tossed it on top of her blouse, he stared at her for a second as he smiled.

"Jesus, Marci, you are beautiful. Just beautiful."

Marci smiled as she looked down at her breasts.

"They could be a little bigger," she said.

"Yeah, they could be," Bob said, "but then they wouldn't be as perfect."

After that comment, Marci wanted him even more.

As Bob slid his hand up her body to cup her bare breast, Marci pulled his head to hers and kissed him harder than before. As their tongues fought each other, Bob's hand alternated between gently caressing her breast and then squeezing it hard, which brought sweet whines from Marci. He wasn't kidding when he said he thought her breasts were perfect, and he couldn't get enough of them. When Marci pulled her head back to catch her breath, Bob bent over and took her right breast into his mouth. He used his tongue to circle her very long, very hard nipple and then sucked hard.

"Oh, SHIT," Marci cried. She had never had anyone pay so much attention to her breasts, and she loved it. Every touch, suck, and squeeze of her breast sent tingling all the way down to her pussy.

"I am so wet," she whispered. "I want you so badly."

Bob put his hand on her stomach, with his fingers pointing down, and slipped his hand into her skirt and inside her panties, continuing down until his middle finger slid between her lips. She was, indeed, very wet, so Bob continued south and slipped his finger right into her pussy.

"Oh, FUCK!" she cried. Bob wiggled his finger for just a couple of seconds before pulling his hand all the way out. He stuck his middle finger in his mouth and sucked it.

"Mmmmm," he said. You ARE wet. And you taste wonderful. I need to taste more."

He turned Marci around, unhooked the clasp on her skirt, and pulled down the zipper. He pushed her skirt to the floor and bent down to help her step out of it. He tossed it onto the chair with her blouse and bra and then turned her around again. While still kneeling, he kissed each of her legs, just above her knees. Then he kissed both thighs a little higher up. Then he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her pussy, and gave a very wet kiss, sliding his tongue across her lips.

"Oh, shit," Marci repeated.

He released her panties, stood up, and kissed Marci again. He quickly pulled back and put his mouth on her left breast and his left hand on her right breast. His right hand dipped into her panties. His middle finger found her soaking opening again, and he slipped it in. He stroked in and out a number of times, with Marci thrusting her pelvis into his finger as he pushed in. They kept this up for a few minutes until Bob suddenly stopped everything. He pulled her panties down, took them off her feet and asked her to lay on the bed.

He crawled up from the foot of the bed until his head was between her thighs.

"Lay back and just enjoy," he whispered.

He gently bent her right knee and placed her foot on his upper back. Then he pushed her left leg out wide and moved forward until his face was just inches from her. Her mound was bare. Her lips, which were slightly darker, were glistening from her natural lubrication. They were open like a beautiful flower. He could smell her wonderful scent as he leaned forward and licked everything from her pussy up across her clit. As his tongue hit her clit, she quietly cried out. Bob repeated the exact same movement over and over, with Marci crying out a little louder each time.

Bob stiffened his tongue and stuck it into her pussy, and Marci yelped out with surprise and pleasure. While doing this, Bob gently rubbed two fingers across her clit. Now Marci was whining non-stop as the pleasure she felt was incredible. This continued for a few minutes, and Marci's breathing was getting faster and faster.