"Are you nervous?" asked Lisa, as she and Dean sat at corner of the dimly lit bar.
"More excited than nervous" uttered Dean as he clasped her hand a little tighter and smiled.
She smiled back and said "Same."
After a few seconds of silence Dean asked "is this making you...excited though? Like down there?"
Lisa bit her lip and cocked her eyebrow in that way that always signaled to Dean that she was getting a little worked up. "Uh huh" she smiled and nodded.
"Same." said Dean.
Each time the door opened, the two of them, without wanting to look too eager to each other (or the person walking in) glanced over at who was walking in. There was a steady parade of patrons entering: a skinny hipster guy with tussled blonde hair, two Asian college aged girls, a 30-something woman in glasses with a book.
As 5:01 PM hit, both Lisa and Dean's conversation had drawn to a slow crawl; they knew that the strong, handsome, athletic Black bull they had been messaging online would would walk in any second. 5:02 went by, then 5:03. Any second now.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in he walked. Tall, broad shoulders, and a million dollar smile. He was wearing a suit jacket, dark blue jeans, and short black hair. He met eyes with them and walked right over the bar to greet her. The white couple stood up straight from their bar seats as if a drill sergeant had walked into their barracks.
"Hey y'all, I'm Marcus" he grinned as he approached. He quickly reached out to Dean's hand, giving it a healthy squeeze. "Dean" uttered the white would-be cuck, as he quietly admired the strength of the Black bull's handshake.
Marcus turned more slowly and deliberately to Lisa, his powerful, masculine brown eyes meeting her stunning green ones. In what felt like several seconds, he scanned her beautiful face, and gave her body a quick up and down look. He admired her long, soft brunette hair, her cute nose and pouty lips. He appreciated the black mini skirt and white top he had asked her to wear in their message exchange earlier that week. After all, he had been drawn to their online pictures largely because of his affinity for legs and beautiful asses on white women. And she was a Goddess before him.
"Damn girl" he chuckled as he looked off to the side to break the intensity.
The three of them laughed nervously but with a pointed, undeniable excitement. "Shall we sit?" Dean nervously blurted, as Lisa and Marcus locked eyes and smiled for another moment.
Marcus sat to the right of Lisa at the corner of the bar, perpendicular to her, while Dean sat on her left side. Right away, she felt the excitement of being in the middle of two men: one her sub, one her superior. She crossed her legs and settled in for a their first encounter.
She turned to Dean on her left. "Drinks," she instructed.
"Of course!" said Dean as he ordered Negronis for all three.
She broke the ice by telling Marcus her first impression right away: "Wow, you look even more like Idris Elba than you do in your pictures" she blushed. "Do you get that a lot?"
"All the time" smiled Marcus as she smiled back excitedly. She put her hand on his shoulder for a moment "and who do I look like?" she asked. "Definitely a younger Katie Holmes" he grinned, "just my type." The two were settling in just fine.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, pleasantries and small talk ensued. Nothing profound, but just enough to get a sense of their different personalities, the way their voices and verbal pacing danced with each other, what sorts of tones and topics elicited smiles and laughter.
Lisa and Marcus did most of the talking as they faced each other on the corner of the bar. As more negroni sips were taken, Lisa found that her eye contact with Marcus became more at ease, more comforting, and more pleasurable. It was difficult to detect the moment when she really started to feel their sexual chemistry, but after their first negroni, she found herself swimming in it.
