I arrived at the designated meeting spot, and waited. My stomach was in knots - what if he didn't turn up? What if he did turn up and he was a prat? Or an axe murderer? So, after a minute or two of waiting, I heard a soft, cultured voice call my name. My first thought was that I thought he would be taller - he has said he was 5ft11, and he didn't seem much taller than me. I certainly wasn't wearing 5" heels!
He said that there was a little out of the way coffee shop around the corner, and we walked. I started to feel slightly uneasy after a few minutes when we left the 'city' part and things started to look decidedly residential, but the coffee shop was where he said it would be. Unfortunately it was also closed, so we headed back to Starbucks. He bought me a cup of tea and we got a nice table with comfy seats by the window. The conversation just flowed effortlessly, we talked like we were old friends. There were no awkward silences, and we had a lot in common, similar families, similar jobs, there was a lot of notes to compare. We were talking and laughing, it just felt really natural. And by this time, I had decided that he was definitely cute. He had told me that his mother was Indian, but he didn't have Indian features as such, just lovely tanned skin, dark hair, chocolately brown eyes and a really nice smile.
It came to that point where we had finished our tea and coffee and had to move on, but where to? Therin lay the awkwardness. As we stepped outside, the evening had cooled slightly, and he intimated that the offer for pizza was still on the table. We went in his car, leaving my car parked in town, and he took me home with him. Yes, I know this breaks all the rules of common sense, but I felt safe, somehow.
We arrived at his house, he installed me on the sofa and got me a drink of water. He had three cats, who showed varying amounts of interest as he put the pizza in the oven and we continued to chat, by now comparing crappy marriage stories. He told me that his wife was seriously depressed, and that on occasion she had even hit him, and that their sex life was non existent. I told him a bit more about my situation and we empathised. Then we shared the pizza and some chips, and chatted on.
Eventually there came a point, where it became obvious that something was going to have to happen. We were sitting beside each other, one of the cats between us, and we were both petting the cat. As our hands touched, he took my hand, pulled me close and kissed me. Again, although I definitely found him attractive, I didn't know until that moment if I would feel any chemistry, but oh my goodness, was there chemistry. My pulse raced, my palms and wrists tingled and I felt a shiver down my spine. The kiss deepened, his hand moving up to softly brush my face, gesture both sensually erotic and tender. My hands rested on his waist and he gently ran his hand over my shoulder and down my arm, kissing me deeply, before moving his lips along to my chin, and down my neck. I have a serious weakness for having my neck kissed, it renders me quivering with desire, and he exploited this mercilessly, planting feather soft kisses down my neck and twitching my cardigan aside to kiss my shoulder and collarbone as well. The cat had been shooed to the floor and we were lost in the passion of our embrace... almost. It was at this point that I realised I was allergic to cats.
One of the three cats that tried to get to me through my allergies. This one was extra sneaky, he employed cuddles as a tactic.
My breathing, which had quickened with passion, became increasingly laboured until I can only describe the sound that came from my throat as deeply unattractive wheezing. Concerned, Julian stopped kissing me to ask if i was alright, I think he was afraid I was going to die on his sofa. I assured him I was fine, or as fine as I could be under the circumstances of an allergic reaction, and he tentatively suggested that upstairs might be less infested with cat hair, and therefore provide a more comfortable breathing environment. I knew full well that if I went upstairs with him that more kissing would ensue.... but I wanted more kissing. I wanted to feel sexy and wanted, and kissing did that.
We went into his bedroom and I sat down on the bed. I had left my shoes downstairs, and I took my cardigan off as it was warm. The room was dark, dimly lit, and he sat beside me for a kiss, before laying me down to kiss me some more. His kisses were just right, firm and tender, with just enough tongue..... sending shivers through me and making me feel sexy and filled with desire. He moved his hands over my clothes, feeling my curves and stroking my skin that was exposed, before pulling my hand to sit me up and removing first my top and then my bra. Laying me down again he kissed my neck while stroking my breasts before hungrily kissing them and taking my nipples into his mouth, one after the other. His mouth felt hot and his tongue teased me while his hands traversed my body. I pulled at his shirt, and it seemed to almost melt away, then ran my hands over his body. He wasn't skinny or fat as such, somewhere in between, and I liked it. Big enough to make me feel in proportion without being too big, and I really loved his hairiness. As we continued to kiss, his hands found the buttons of my jeans and he unbuttoned them, then slipped them off, my underwear with them. His trousers hit the floor shortly after.
So there we were, on the bed in the dark, kissing, naked ...... there was a small part of me that couldn't quite believe it was happening. He softly stroked between my legs with his fingers, catching a hint of my wetness, and I ran my hand over his hardness but mostly concentrated on kissing and touching all over. As we moved around we found ourselves to be very close, me on my back, him on top of me, between my thighs, his hardness just brushing my entrance.. and he asked if he should get a condom. I said I thought it was too soon, and he kissed me deeply some more, paying more attention to my breasts.
At some point, I said, "Julian, I really do like you......"
He replied, "Oh, I know.. you too ..... can you slip away again tomorrow?"
Eventually it occurred to me to check the time, I really needed to be home before midnight, and it was just after 11. Kissing me heartily, he said he didn't want me to get in trouble the first time. I responded saucily, "You think there'll be more times?" and he was very clear that he didn't bring girls home and snog them very often, so yes.
Giggling I said something that I had had no intention of saying that night. "Did you see where my knickers went?" and when I had composed myself, he drove me back to my car. It didn't feel weird or awkward at all, and he kissed me again when he dropped me off and promised to be in touch soon.
I went home, and went to bed with my heart racing. It had been so lovely to be held and kissed, touched and wanted. I didn't know if what would happen next, but it was exciting. Nothing could have prepared me for how things progressed from there...
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