Mia was not looking forward to tonight. After meeting several men via online dating, she had learned to lower her expectations considerably. Every man she met seemed to have something wrong with him; on the rare instance that he didn't, she never made it to date number two. Tonight, she assumed, would be no different. The man's name was Nick, and he seemed normal enough when they exchanged a few text messages: employed and sane, which were more or less Mia's only requirements at this point.
She didn't know why she was having so much trouble: Mia liked to think she wasn't unattractive. Maybe a little more curvy than some guys liked, but experience told her some men went crazy for a big ass and her 36DD breasts. Her olive skin, dark hair and brown eyes gave her a look that many men referred to as "exotic". Nick appeared attractive, too, although Mia knew it was all too easy for a man to lie, or at least stretch the truth, on his profile. He claimed to be 6'3" and his pictures showed him as being fit without looking like a complete gym rat. Dark hair and blue eyes, which by itself was enough to getting Mia's juices flowing.
Mia approached the bar where they had agreed to meet. He already texted her to say he was able to grab a table in the back. Per usual, Mia had made herself a stiff drink while she was getting ready at home; an awkward first date was bad enough, but an awkward first date while sober was even worse. Mia had put on a cute summer dress. Nothing too revealing, but she knew it was low cut enough to expose a bit of cleavage, although with breasts as large as hers it was hard to not give a guy at least a little bit to look at. She knew the green cloth accentuated her brown eyes and it hugged her in all the right places; hopefully Nick was into a big booty because this dress definitely played hers up.
Walking around, she finally spotted Nick at a dark table in the back. Damn, she thought, he's even hotter than I thought.
Looking up, he recognized her immediately. The smile that quickly lit up his face made her think maybe he was pleasantly surprised with her appearance as well.
"Hey!" he said, "sorry it's so cramped, I forgot how crowded this place gets on a Friday night. We can go somewhere else if you like."
"No it's fine", Mia responded, as she slid onto the barstool. They were so cramped she had no option but to press her knees up against his. She immediately felt a tingle up and down her spine as their legs brushed against each other. It had been a while since a guy had made her feel like this so quickly and Mia felt her panties begin to lightly dampen with her juices. She liked to wear sexy underthings on dates, more for herself than for any expectation that anyone else would be seeing them. Tonight she had put on a black lace thong and matching bra. For a split second she wondered what Nick would think when he saw them but she immediately pushed the thought out of her mind: no need to put the cart before the horse; let's just make sure he's not a serial killer first...then we can start thinking about if he's good in bed.
"I hope you don't mind", Nick said, "but I went ahead and ordered us some vodka tonics. I remembered you said you preferred vodka over beer".
"Sounds perfect...and like you're trying to get me drunk", Mia joked.
"Get you drunk? I haven't even decided whether or not you're going to try to kill me."
Killer good looks AND a sense of humor?, Mia thought. This is too good to be true.
Soon they were joking and laughing as if they had known each other forever. The three rounds of vodka tonics definitely helped, as did Nick's piercing blue eyes. Mia had loosened up enough that she started leaning in whenever Nick talked, lightly resting her hand on his arm. And what an arm it was! She could feel his tight muscles beneath her palm and couldn't help but imagine him holding her up against a wall, fucking her senseless. What had begun as a damp spot on her lace panties was quickly turning into a puddle. Mia could almost feel her juices run down her leg.
The waitress came by again, checking to see if they needed another round. "No thanks," Mia said, "I'm going to have to have to chill outside for a little bit as it is in order to sober up".
"Why don't you sober up back at my place?" Nick said, "I walked over here; my apartment is just a block over. First you just have to promise not to murder me."
