I sat on the lawn chair on my balcony, my feet pulled up the the edge of the chair. I was naked on this warm summer morning as I sat alone. I waited for my playmate from last night to wake up after a wonderful night.
We met on the internet, like so many men do today. We chatted, exchanged descriptions and then photographs. We wrote about our likes and dislikes on subjects like sex and relationship topics.
We finally agreed to meet at a restaurant with plans to get acquainted and see if we wished to go farther with our blooming potential friendship. We met at the front door of the restaurant, both casually dressed. I wore blue dress pants and a crisp white shirt. I had on black loafer, no socks no underwear. I'm five seven and one hundred forty-eight pounds. I consider myself fit and reasonably good looking.
My new acquaintance was five eleven or six feet tall, perhaps one hundred seventy pounds and clearly muscular. He had on beige pants, a plaid shirt in beige and gray tones and two tone loafers. He's handsome and clearly fit.
Shaking hands and greeting each other we took a table in the dimly lit restaurant. I'd never been to this restaurant and we went on his suggestion. The restaurant is located in Chicago's "boys town" neighborhood. The restaurant's fare is Italian and after eating we agreed that the meal was great.
Clearly we wanted to continue the evening and I asked him to follow me to my place, giving him my address should we get separated on the drive over. When we arrived I pulled into the garage as he parked in an outside parking space. I met him at his car, opened his door allowing him to exit. As he exited I was admiring his blonde hair and blue eyes.
Taking the elevator to the top floor we walked down the hall to my condominium unit.
