Warning sexual language and content 18+
No strings attached, part 2 scene 2 – the restaurant
He sat close beside her on the plush leather bench even though it would have been more appropriate for an across the table seating arrangement. Yes, more appropriate if this were an ordinary blind date, but this was different. The gauge she used to judge her attraction and the ultimate motivator for any future interaction: was she getting wet, really wet? Her body always knew before her mind or heart did.
He ordered for the both of them, at her insistence, red wine and a plate of hors d’oeuvres for starters. As it turned out no other food was thought of or wanted. Hard as she tries now, the actual conversation or words spoken cannot be recalled or played back for further inspection. All that lingers is the feel and warmth of his body pressed up against her, the scent of his cologne, her heart beating a little faster, and the wetness soaking her tiny black panties. She was hooked and he was too.
Taking his cues from her behaviour towards him and the fact that she had placed her hand lightly on his upper thigh, he asks, “do you want to come back to my place? Do you want to play?”
Of course, she wanted to play with him, he looked delicious, safe and delicious. A very good combination.
A worm entered her mind. Don’t get too comfortable, don’t enjoy yourself too much, don’t fall for this guy just remember what this is, what he is – just a fuck. She pushed these terrible thoughts away as best she could and also pushed back on the energy of the person who had placed them there. Leave me be and let me enjoy this gift.
They left the restaurant with his arm snuggly around her waist and a light step.
To be continued…..
Scene three – the condo