The date went alright, it was as I had expected. He was a perfect gentleman and never tried to push an agenda. I thought the movie was great; dinner was amazing at my favorite steak house. He was very attentive, left his cell phone in the car and engaged in conversation that stimulated my intellectual side. I was wondering where this date was headed. All night I just wanted to pull him into a dark corner and bring that mouth down on mine. He is the definition of tall, dark, handsome, sweet, and sexy as hell.
We both knew that this night would come and that even though we were a little uptight to begin with, we made a decision to go out and to enjoy each other's company. We had been flirting hard for about a year and after he picked me up at my door, he looked me up and down in true male fashion and told me that I looked great. He always told me that I looked great when I took the time to dress up for him specifically. He smelled so good; when I stepped out the door following him toward the car, I stopped him in front of the garage.
He turned toward me and I said, I am so glad to see you and I held out my arms for a warm hug to start the night off right. When he wrapped his arms around me I inhaled his cologne and my senses seemed to leave my body for a minute or two. Besides smelling like I could dip him in chocolate and happily lick him off, his casual slacks and button up shirt made him look like a GQ model. I did not want to turn loose of him. But, I loosened my grip on him and he tightened his, breathing in the smell of my hair. Mmm he murmured; you smell amazing. Thank you I laughed and he turned loose and took my hand leading the way to his car.
Opening the car door I slipped inside with ease. He shut the door and made his way to the driver's side. He gets in starts the car; are you ready he looks at me grinning like a kid with a new toy. Oh man, I just want to bypass the date and head for a dark parking spot and commence doing what I want with him. He is knocking me out. Most definitely I grin, and then wink. He laughs and pulls away from the curb. Here we go I say to myself.
What movie are you taking me to? I asked him with a soft sweet tone and bat my eyelashes a few times for fun. Murder before dawn is playing later he said, it's supposed to be a comedy; I thought it might be fun to have a few laughs. Are you hungry? I thought we would go to the Texas Roadhouse he says in a smooth buttery voice looking down the road.
Sounds great I grin, I love that place. He had reservations for us and we were right on time to get our table when we got there. He took my hand and I trailed along behind him following the waitress. When we were seated the smug little blonde waitress placed a menu on either side of the booth. To her dismay he slid into the booth next to me instead of the other side of the booth. How nice I thought. The waitress started asking the usual questions and it was quite clear that she was interested in my man. It was quite clear that she was blatantly flirting with him. But who wouldn't? He had a thousand watt smile and his charm was like warm syrup that any woman would beg to have poured on her.
I look at the waitress and I give her a stern look to let her know that her time was up and she had better back the hell off. She returned a moment later with our drinks and takes our order and leaves with a smile gently touching his arm to say if there was anything at all she could get him, just motion for her. He turns toward me and grins; well I guess you put the go sign on her. I don't know what you are talking about I look at him and bat my eyelashes again. You the jealous type pussy cat he smiles. Maybe, you know me...
I debated on drinking wine; I knew that he was not a fan of alcohol so I decided to drink tea for the rest of the meal. He had his normal Pepsi and our casual conversation was placed on hold when our food arrived. He ordered the Porter House and I was very jealous as he enjoyed it along with vegetables and a baked potato. I eat my salad and try to act like I enjoy it as much as possible. It was a very delicious; I was just used to having a nice of meat on my plate. If everything went well tonight, it might just happen anyhow.
He cuts a piece of the steak with a nice line of beef fat on it. My mouth is watering even though it's full of rabbit food. He looks at me with a grin and the meat dangling off the fork. Would you like a bite he says giving me a devilish grin. His steel grey eyes are dancing with the temptation. I want to turn him down, but I don't want to turn him down. Yes of course I state and reach for his fork. Uh, uh he says, no touching my fork. Open your mouth for me he says while licking his lips.
Unfair I state as he brings the fork to my mouth and I part my lips. He puts the meat near my lips and gently slides it across my bottom lip. I am lost in the moment with him and then I hear someone clear their throat. We were so caught up in our escapade that we failed to notice the waitress with a water pitcher filling our glass. I look over at her and flash an eat shit and die smile and take the fork into my mouth. He grins at me and then at the waitress. I see her over at the bar and she looks directly at me and mouths the words: Lucky bitch.
When dinner was over we left for the movies. After giving me his hand to help me out of the car, he never turned loose. His hand was warm and calloused. I loved a man who had skills; it was a major turn on. I let him keep my hand and as he clicked the lock, we turned and headed for the theatre. I felt loved, I felt owned, and I felt protected and cared for. He was not trying to, but he validated my existence. When he opened the door of the theatre for me, he pulled my hand up and onto my shoulder so he didn't have to break his grip.
He had to turn loose of my hand in order to buy the tickets and when he got the tickets he reached for my hand again and led me toward our showing. Popcorn, he said looking toward the vendors. Thank you I said, but I am stuffed from dinner grinning up at him. We went to the counter anyhow and he ordered a Pepsi for himself and a large bottle of water for me. Thank you I smiled looking up at him. Sure he grinned, and there is was, he was starting to hold his breath a little again. I love it when he is holding his breath and getting a little worked up when he is near me.