Everything was going so well. First dates rarely ever go so well… and yet the moment this guy kissed I knew I wanted him. I nearly stripped him right there in the street, but his car was so close… I knew I wanted car sex, but him…?
I hate blind dates. Especially when I have no phone and have to way to no if the other party has canceled or not. But he hasn’t. He’s waiting outside the restaurant that we both picked, just off High Kensington. We go in and that’s when I find out his name for the first time. Dylan. D for short. We’re sat downstairs in plush green leather in a corner. We order.
I can’t look at him. Not directly at least. He’s so… well… better looking than I was expecting. His hair is speckled grey which confuses me because he’s not that much older. In fact, almost young for my tastes. He’s also pleasantly charming and we seem to have a lot in common. He touches my knee and I let him.
We eat and I can’t even remember what it was, but it was probably delicious. We’re laughing and by the time ice-cream comes we’re the only ones left in the cosy room. As our waitress goes under the bar for some reason or other he leans over and kisses me.
I’m shocked. Normally I wouldn’t do this, there was someone else in the room! But he tastes so good. Just a quick kiss but a fire ignites and my knees wobble. Wow. Who knew this could happen?
“Sorry I had to do that. I didn’t know if I would get a chance after dinner,” D said.
I must have gone completely red, and I stumble to tell him it’s because of the waitress. That I don’t normally do things in public. That I liked it. He gives me this crooked smile and I want to pounce on him then.
We pay and leave, and not five steps out on the street does he turn me round and kiss me again. It’s gentle, probing, asking. I in turn open my mouth for him. My hands reach out for his coat to pull him closer to me. His tongue delves in and we’re desperately grabbing at each other. The fire’s spread and I can’t think. Cars drive past and I can hear footsteps but i don’t take my head away. Instead I try to bring him closer.
We go to a bar. We hold hands. I’ve never felt so instantly close to someone. We kiss in the bar after we’re sat down and this time I ignore the waiters and the other people. He just tastes so good. It’s nearly 1AM when we decide to leave. I have to get back home, early morning. We decide to call me a taxi. But from his car.
He’s sitting in the driver’s seat making the call. I’m nibbling at his fingers from the passenger seat. I bite his ear and start to kiss the side of his mouth. In between answering the taxi man, he kisses me back. I play with his hair and as soon as the call ends he’s at my throat, my ears, my mouth. We devour each other and I want nothing more than to go into the back seat and have him fuck me. It’s the first time I’ve ever wanted car sex.
Instead I we simple kiss and grope, like two horny teenagers (I guess I am one..) until his phone buzzes and a taxi is waiting in front of us. I pull away but make sure to make a second date.
As I sit in the taxi on my way home I’m blushing furiously wondering if the taxi driver can tell my panties are soaked?