Mia and Theo had initially met on a dating site. Before they had met up in person, Mia had started seeing someone which quickly became serious. She decided to delete her account and told Theo about her new relationship. Nevertheless, he asked if they could still meet up as friends. They decided to meet up for coffee on summer night. Coffee dates turned into a weekly occurrence, and they developed a routine of heading to a local café on Saturday mornings. Tonight Mia and Theo decided to try out a new wine bar downtown. It was the middle of December and snowing. The iciness of winter penetrated Mia's down jacket as she walked, causing her nipples to harden and brush up against her sweater.
Mia was 23, 5'4'', 120 pounds with tiny breasts and a tiny waist. Her ass was a perfect apple shape that made her boyfriend, Mark, crazy every time he saw it. Her skin was pale, so much that the blue veins in her hips shone through to the surface. Her hair was long and a rich, shiny chestnut. She put minimal effort into her appearance which made her almost more appealing. She was so sexy without even trying.
She walked briskly towards the bar trying to evade the cold, thinking of Theo as she walked. Initially she couldn't seem to break the surface with him. He was highly intelligent, well read and had exceptional taste in food and clothing. He was everything she always went for -- artistic, handsome, and slightly aloof. Their conversations were superficial initially. They mostly talked about restaurants they had tried, places they wanted to travel, music they had listened to, events in the city. She rarely brought up the man she was seeing, and Theo rarely brought up any relationships he was involved in.
As time went on, Theo had gradually started to reveal more about his life. How his mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor. How his relationship with her was strained because he felt that it was her fault that she was dying as she had initially resisted treatment to instead try complimentary medicine. He became more relaxed the more they talked and was always teasing her about her quirks. As Theo started to open up, he became more and more enticing to Mia. So much that Mia couldn't help but fantasize about what could have been had she had met Theo earlier. So much that every time she met up with Theo, she, for once in her life, spent hours trying to decide what to wear and how to style her hair. She longed for when he would greet her with a hug and she would secretly breathe in his delicious scent while curling up in his arms. When she masturbated she found herself thinking about Theo, screaming out his name in her head as she climaxed.
Mia finally found solace in the warmth of the bar, which was surprisingly romantic with dim lighting and black leather booths. Theo hadn't arrived yet so she found a booth near the back of the bar. The bar was mostly empty aside from a table of three men laughing hysterically about something.
"Fuck, this is too romantic," she thought to herself as she took off her coat. She was already worrying that her inner feelings were becoming obvious to Theo, and didn't want their friendship to be ruined by some stupid mistake. Mia was a very spontaneous person, enjoying the thrill of a new adventure planned spur of the moment. This unfortunately made her sometimes do very impulsive things. She decided that if her feelings were too strong for Theo at this encounter that she would have to stop seeing him, as she didn't want to jeopardize things with Mark.
Underneath her coat she wore a midi black wool tight fitting skirt, knee high boots, a silk black camisole and a loose fitting burgundy sweater. She wore a black lace bralette and a matching thong underneath. When she was in her teens, she hated her small breasts and had always opted for double padded Victoria' Secret bras. With time she had grown to love them, and nowadays she usually opted for bralettes.
She glanced at her phone -- 8:11 pm. Theo was always the early one. She wondered where he was. She also had a text message from Mark that she opted to ignore.
The server brought by water and the wine list.
"Good evening, will anyone be joining you tonight?"
"Uh yes, I'm meeting a friend here," Mia replied.
"Okay, we'll wait until she arrives and then I'll explain our wine selection tonight," said the server as he walked back to the bar.
Mia picked up the wine list and tried to silence her mind. "Is this too romantic for a friendly meet up?" she thought, noticing that the server had assumed she was meeting a female. She felt nervous and felt ridiculous for feeling that way.
"Hey, stranger," a voice said. Mia looked up from her wine list and saw Theo standing in front of her. He was gorgeous in his black pea coat, his cheeks flushed from the cold, and a huge smile plastered across his face. His hair was slightly wavy and he had a small amount of facial hair. His piercing light blue almost silver eyes smiled at her.
"Hey, Theo," Mia said. He took off his pea coat revealing a grey crew neck wool sweater and dark jeans. For a man he was quite slender, but you could tell he had well defined muscles underneath from daily yoga. Theo sat down next to her in the booth and gave her a big hug. Mia lost herself momentarily in his scent and lingered maybe a moment too long. "I finally beat you!"
"Wow, congratulations. First time out of, 20?" he laughed.
Theo began to tell Mia about his recent trip to France. All Mia could do was nod ever so often and lavish over his thick, luscious lips as he talked. She couldn't help but imagine Theo grabbing her back and pulling her in to him, using those delicious lips to gently kiss her cheeks, ears, and lips. Breathing into her ears with his hot breath and nibbling her lobes, one of the ways to make her go absolutely crazy and harden her nipples instantly. She imagined him taking his hand and grabbing her breast, reaching underneath her sweater and camisole to find her nipple and pinch it. Taking her lip between his teeth and biting it teasingly, looking into her eyes with a cold, desirous stare.
"What about the wine? Did you go to any wineries?" she asked him, all the while thinking of him parting her thighs with his hand, and reaching down her skirt past the soft patch of pubic hair to inside her puffy pink lips, to find her already dripping with silky wetness. She found herself literally biting her bottom lip at the thought and realised that she needed to stop.
