I arrived on time but he was still dressing; he greeted me at his door with his button-up shirt untucked and his tie loosely draped around his neck. He invited me in and asked if I would mind sitting, wait for him to finish getting ready. I shyly entered his home as I had never been inside his house. I walked forward into the living room and sat primly and properly on the edge of the couch. He walked off and once he was out of sight, I quickly looked around at his domicile - taking in the sights.
It was clean. Comfortable furnishing. I was sitting on a dark blue canvas sofa and there was a large brown leather chaise facing the couch. A wooden entertainment hutch, doors closed, against the wall. Just a normal, typical living room complete with end tables, a coffee table and decorative lamps. The kitchen was behind me, behind the sofa and all I could see was the kitchen island, countertops and fridge. Off to the right of the kitchen, the dining room table and to the right of that, the hallway where he disappeared into what I assumed was his bedroom. Soft lighting, cream-colored walls. It was nice. It felt like a home.
His reentry caught me by surprise - I didn't realize at the time but while I was spying all corners, I had literally turned myself around on the couch - my knees on the seat cushion and my elbows propped up against the back of the couch. I gasped a bit, whipped my body back forward on the sofa, facing front just like he left me. I think I heard him chuckle a little bit before he asked me if I'd like some water. Of which I graciously accepted, not realizing until that moment how parched I was.
As I sat on the couch, chastising myself for being such an idiot, I heard him make my glass of water. Engrossed in my internal berating, I didn't hear him come around to my side until he was right next to me. I admit, I jumped a bit. For such a big guy, he sure is stealthy.
He handed me a clear glass of ice water. I thanked him and looked up at him as I took a sip, knowing he would be aroused with the sight of me, looking up at him from this angle. He's mentioned a few times that my big, brown eyes stirs something in him. He stood still as I slowly swallowed my sip and licked my lips. He grunted and walked away again into the dark hallway.
Sitting uncomfortably on his couch, I wished the water was something stronger. I was a little nervous, this being our first real date. He told me to wear stockings, and heels, and my little black dress. We were going to a real dinner, with real conversation. I tugged on the hem of my dress - the spinning caused the dress to bunch a bit at the waist and show more leg than I had intended.
He came back into the living room and stood off to my side, near the middle of the couch. His shirt was tucked in but his tie was still draped around his neck. He smiled and said, "Before we go to dinner, would you like a tour?"
I smiled and leaned to my right, placing the glass of water on the end table. Then I leaned forward to stand. However his "Uh-uh!" stopped me in my tracks. He stretched his frame across and over me, causing me to lean back, sinking into the couch cushions. He opened the end table drawer and pulled out... a coaster.
Really? Such an adult...
He placed the coaster on the end table and the glass of water on the coaster. I think he caught the smirk on my face because he flashed a toothy grin, "Are you making fun of me?" I shook my head no, but also rolled me eyes - a complete contradiction.
He stood back and held his hands out. I placed both my hands in his and he lifted me up out of the couch with ease. Standing close to him, I let out an involuntary shudder. Simply standing in front of him gave me a warm feeling in my stomach and shivers on all four limbs. I rubbed my palms down my legs, attempting to smooth down the wrinkles and keep the hemline at a decent, ladylike height on my thighs. Admittedly, the dress was a bit tight - tight by design, being an off shoulder, stretchy sheath dress and tight by size - it was a 10. I should be wearing a 12. Not to mention my height of 5'10" made most dresses too short anyway.
However at 5'10" and even when in my heels, he towered over me. And he was looking down now, smiling at seeing my face so transparent with lust. My eyes half closed and focused on his lips, breathing through my open mouth, slightly swaying towards him. He kissed me once, slowly, softly. I stood on my tip-toes, threw my arms around his neck and pressed into his lips, eagerly sucking on his bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him, one of his large hands cupping my ass. I moaned into his mouth and tilted my neck back, placing my heels on the ground once more. I felt him stiffen up, his hands drew back from my backside and he even gently nudged me away, pushing my hips back.
I looked up at him with a puzzled look on my face. Why did we stop? He shrugged in response to my wordless inquiry and said, "We need to get started on the tour. Go ahead and turn around. Face the kitchen." I slowly turned, fully aware his body was pressed against mine. He nibbled my neck and breathed into my ear, "Are you ready?" I nodded yes. I then heard a little rustle and felt some movement on my right lower back, he was getting something out of his pocket. Immediately I thought - TOY - and I broke out into a smile as big as the Cheshire cat's.
Then I jumped. In front of me was a large, black mass. And it was coming closer. It covered my face - no, just my eyes. I felt a little strap winding around my head and some adjusting in the back of my head. I raised my hand and felt the thing on my face - it was a blindfold. I was thick, soft and it puffed out from my eyes, so I slowly opened my eyes underneath the blindfold. I couldn't see a thing. My eyes were fully open but still pitch black darkness. My heart skipped a beat and felt a small stir in my stomach. His hands were resting on my hips, the front of his body pressed closely against the back of mine. He was being my anchor as I adjusted to losing one of my five senses.
We stood for a moment, just a brief moment and already other senses were kicking in. I took in his scent - soap, anti-perspirant, spearmint and cigarettes. I heard the hum of the air conditioning and the refrigerator. I felt his chest rise and fall against my shoulders. He whispered, "Are you good?" I nodded my head yes again and licked my lips. "Then let's begin."
"Should I be worried?" I asked as he pushed my hip, pressing me to step forward and to the right - toward the dark hallway, more than likely toward the bedroom. He gently pulled me forward with his one hand and the only sound we made was the click-click-click of my heels against the hallway's tile flooring. I felt a little dizzy and disoriented, being blinded so suddenly and in an unfamiliar place. My right knee buckled and I stumbled just a bit. I attempted to catch my balance by reaching out but nothing was there to stop me... until he did. Not even a second elapsed from my stumble and he was there, catching me.
I felt more steady, more secure knowing he was there to catch me, should I fall. But none the less, he now had held both my hands in his one hand, I think he was walking backwards and I took smaller steps. The hallway seemed to be at least fifty yards long, but finally he stopped moving forward. I heard the latch open and the door swing with a slow creak. He stood in the doorway, gently pressing my lower back forward so I passed him. As I did, my shoulder brushed against his chest and I caught something else in his scent - something I never noticed before but all my senses were heightened - something woodsy...
