Jenny finished uploading a photograph of herself, a flirtatious shot of her at the New Year’s party, Graham conveniently cropped out of the photo, and sat back to view her profile. She had just set up her account on a dating website. She felt a little bit excited, a little bit dangerous. Her profile was good – she looked sexy in the photo with her cute new cropped hairstyle and the dark green mini-dress which flattered her curvy but trim figure perfectly. It had been a few months now since the split from Graham, and she was more than ready to move on.
Over the next few days, her excitement was replaced by disappointment and anxiety – one forty year old construction worker, an overweight IT technician, and a young and fairly attractive man who unfortunately described himself as a ‘sci-fi whizz and part-time Casanova’ were the only nibbles she had received on her profile. What if she never found the right person? After a disastrous year-long relationship with a man who had not only been callous and insensitive but had also cheated on her with at least half the city, she was wondering if she simply wasn’t attractive to men.
Granted, the sex with Graham had been good – heaven knew he was getting a lot of practice elsewhere. She still felt a thrill of arousal when she thought about the time he had started fingering her on the train, the rush-hour crowd shielding their activities from view. Not many men could make her come four times in a row, either, and Graham had certainly broken all records in that department – they had gone through more than one mattress with the number of broken springs they had accrued. He had been a lousy human being, granted – but she was terrified she would never experience sex like that again now that he was gone. She certainly wasn’t going to get it from any of these mediocre hopefuls.
Just as she was about to shut her laptop in disgust, however, a new message popped up in her inbox. Immediately she clicked on it, and was presented with a photograph of a very handsome man in his early thirties, with dark gray eyes, a chiseled face with just the right amount of stubble, and soft honey-brown hair. So far, so good. She scrolled downwards. He was in advertising – that was another box ticked; enjoyed cooking – excellent, she was more of a ramen-level cook; liked biking, skiing and rock climbing – that was sexy, he was clearly athletic. As she read through his literature preferences and his personal message to her, which was witty and self-deprecating, she had to hold back her excitement. Sam Bonnefoy sounded ideal for her – even the hint at a French heritage was mysterious and compelling; immediately she began typing a message in reply.
Over the next few days she was wholly engrossed in the exchange of messages between them – it seemed like he was the perfect man! He was funny and smart, and their personalities seemed to mesh perfectly. It wasn’t long before he had invited her to meet him at a classy Chinese restaurant which was a comfortable distance from her home. She didn’t hesitate in accepting, only worrying about whether she would still fit into her slinky black dress after all the Graham-induced comfort food sessions.
Entering the restaurant in her short, perfectly fitted dress, which excess snacking had luckily not rendered unwearable, Jenny was nervous and wary. It wouldn’t be the first time if it turned out that the photo and the reality did not match, and she was trying not to be too hopeful as she scanned the restaurant for a fatter, balder version of Sam’ photo. It didn’t take Jenny long to spot him, but when she did, she was in for a surprise. He waved at her from a secluded corner table, where he was reclining slightly, clad in a gorgeous charcoal grey suit which was obviously tailor-made. She was delighted – he was even more attractive in person, tall and well-built with a wide smile his picture did not do justice to. She felt anticipation curl in the pit of her stomach, a low-burning flame of excitement. She already knew that this date was going to go well.
“You must be Jenny – even cuter than in your photo,” he greeted her. “Here – I thought I should bring you something, and I know you aren’t fond of chocolate, and you said your favorite color was red, so…” He gave her a single red rose. She took it, elated at the fact that he remembered the tidbits she had confided in him during their message exchange.
“I was so nervous,” she confessed immediately. “I thought I might end up on a date with a short bald man.”
“I hate it when that happens,” Sam grimaced. “I’ve arranged more than one blind date which turned out to be a short bald man.” Jenny laughed, thrilling with the fact that he was funny and easy to talk to.
“Shall we look at the wine list?” Sam offered. “On me, of course.”
Conversation flowed as the wine was poured, and Jenny found herself more and more taken with Sam as the date continued. Before the end of the first course, she had already imagined what it would be like to go to bed with him. His scent was subtle but intoxicating, a slight hint of cologne combined with a bold, masculine spiciness which was making her feel warm and aroused. He met her eyes again and smiled at her over the rim of his wine glass; she felt her entire body tingling as she looked into his deep gray eyes.
The chemistry began to mount as a selection of dishes for sharing were brought to the table, some more familiar choices like egg-fried rice and crispy seaweed, some more exotic, such as a shrimp dish and some sort of steamed dumplings. Catching her eyeing the shrimp speculatively, Sam picked up a piece of food expertly with his chopsticks and held it to her lips. She took it slowly into her mouth, meeting his eyes as she sensuously licked her plump ruby lips. She could sense from the way he looked at her hungrily that this date was going to end well.
As she tried to lift a bite of seaweed to her lips, Jenny felt a thrill of excitement as Sam’s knee brushed her. It was brief – it might have been an accident – but a few seconds later it happened again, and this time, he slowly rubbed his leg over her bare calf, the slightly rough but warm material stroking along her silky skin sending a rush of arousal through her body at the contact. Looking at his face to see if it had been an accident, she saw the smallest of smirks ghosting his lips. Biting back her own smile, Jenny slipped discreetly out of her heels and began to rub her naked foot teasingly up the leg of his pants.
By the time the table was cleared and dessert arrived, Jenny wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand it – she knew that she wanted him, and that her need was too strong for her to be sensible and wait for a second date. He had subtly shifted closer to her, and for the last ten minutes his left hand had been sensuously stroking up and down her bare thigh, skimming the hemline of her none too long dress. She felt goose bumps rising on her bare arms, and even as he slung his delicious-smelling jacket over her shoulders, she felt his thumb brush the inside of her thigh, just grazing the fabric of her panties. Thank heaven she had worn a good pair tonight! She was sure that he could feel the moisture that was pooling between her thighs, and part of her wanted him to push his broad, thick fingers between her slick folds right there in the restaurant.
Jenny could hardly eat her dessert as the teasing continued. It was less of a question between them now whether to wait for a second date, and more of a dilemma as to whether they could make it back to either of their apartments before they tore each other’s clothes off. When Sam met her eyes and threw some bills down on the table, heading towards the bathrooms, Jenny knew that she was supposed to follow him. But – was she really going to do this? She had never done something as risky as this before, but the thought of having sex with an almost-stranger in the back of a restaurant – it sent a rush of arousal through her just thinking about it, but there was also a burning feeling of apprehension. Stalling, she opened one of the fortune cookies that their waiter brought back with the change – the message inside settled the matter:
Don’t be afraid to take a risk
Throwing the napkin on the table and discreetly checking her breath, Jenny followed Sam to the bathrooms – but he was not in either one. Confused, she wondered for a moment if he had left. But then she heard him calling to her from the fire escape.
“They won’t come back here,” Sam whispered, leading her onto a narrow balcony with steps leading to street level. Out of the corner of her eye, Jenny could see the busy street not too far away. Apart from the few Chinese-style bushes at the front of the restaurant, there was nothing to stop any passer-by looking up and seeing them, if their attention was attracted by any noise, or just idle curiosity. Jenny found herself enjoying this added thrill.
He captured her lips immediately, pulling her body close to his and wrapping his arms tightly around her waist, his warm fingers digging into the soft curve of her waist. She felt a swell of arousal as she felt his already rock hard cock pressing against her stomach. His kiss was passionate and demanding, his lips caressing hers sensually. They were so soft, and his taste was so delicious – a slight but pleasant hint of the food he had just eaten, combined with a natural flavor which was something between honey and spice. It was delicious, and she sighed with satisfaction, drinking it in as his tongue pressed against her lips, demanding entrance. She invited him in eagerly, twining her own tongue around his in an eager dance, loving the flavor of him, loving what he was doing to her, caressing, licking, exploring.