Blind Date

I looked at my watch and vowed NEVER to do this again, it looked like I had been
stood up, silently cursing my friend (for convincing me to do this) and my
absentee date for not turning up, I walked back to my car, I wasnt standing
around in the cold for no one, especially someone who doesnt turn up on time,
just as I was about to turn the key in the lock, the beam of a pair of headlights
pierced the darkness and this low slung sports car pulled up beside me, the
window was wound down and this voice said " Are you my date?. If you are I
apologise profusely for being late, the car had a flat tyre and then I got lost,
please forgive me".

Not wanting to let him get off that lightly I said  "I was just about to go, it's
cold and I'm hungry". His car door opened and he got out, in the light  from the
street I could see that he was tall, about medium build and dressed in
expensively cut casual clothes, there was a smudge of grease on his face, so his
story about the tyre was true, he looked at me with this semi pleading half
rueful smile and said "Please, let me make it up to you, I had a special dinner
all planned, its ready, we just have to go there". The thought of food was a
definite encouragement, and he looked nice, not my usual kind of dud dates I'd
had foisted off on me by well meaning friends who couldnt bear to think of me
being alone, in spite of the fact I enjoyed being alone.

We decided to take his car, as he knew where we were going, along the way we
chatted about trivial things, art, movies, politics, I could tell we were going
to get along very well, about 20 minutes into the trip we turned off the highway
onto this dirt road, I looked out the window and gasped, there was a 50 foot or
more drop on one side of the road, he heard me and said, "I'd advise not looking
down, its pretty scary during the day but its terrifying at night" heeding his
advice I looked straight ahead, and had to bite my tongue to stop from screaming
as the car went around a series of tight hair pin curves that seemed to turning
back on themselves. I couldnt see his face, but I could tell that he was smiling
as he said, "exhilerating isnt it". When I could trust myself to speak, I said,
"thats not the words I'd have used, now I can see why we took your car, my car
would have gone of the edge".  He cleared his throat and said "if you want
privacy you either have to pay for it, or put up with a bit of discomfort, I
value my privacy."

A few more minutes of twisty road and we pulled up in front of a brightly lit
beach house, he opened the door for me and helped me out of the car, we walked up
a short path to the front door, he opened this with a flourish, and the
appetising smell of food washed over us, my stomach rumbled, I started to
apologise, but he just laughed and I joined in, this broke down whatever
remaining barriers there were between us, and the food and the conversation
flowed freely, after eating we were sitting in a cosy lounge area sipping brandy
and nibbling on cheese, the talk turned to more personal matters, we swapped life
stories and compared notes on dud blind dates, after one amusing story, I looked
at my watch and saw that it was past 12, not wanting the evening to end quite
yet, I suggested we go for a walk on the beach, it was quite a mild night, down
here by the water, and we  walked for ages, just talking, then the weather
started to turn, and a cold breeze came of the sea, he suggested we walk back,
reluctant to do so, but realising we must as I was freezing in this dress with
only a cardigan over me, he saw me shivering and offered me his jacket.

We made it back, only to find that the fire had gone out, not wanting to get his
shirt dirty he took it off and relit the fire, after a bit of fussing the fire
leapt in life, I couldnt help but stare at his bare back while he was fixing the
fire, it was brown, and broad and his skin looked soft to the touch, I was amazed
at the feelings in me that the sight of his bare skin aroused. I gave myself a
shake and noisily made some more coffee, when I was feeling warm again, I handed
him back his jacket, I didnt want to leave yet, but I was afraid of destroying
this closeness that we were developing by doing something silly. So I gathered my
coat and bag and we were walking towards to the door when, CRASH, the skies
opened up and rain poured down with a vengeance, the wind howled around the door
as he opened it, you couldnt see a thing it was wall to wall rain. He shut the
door and looked at me, "I'm sorry, but I cant drive you home, not in this
weather, we'd be over the edge in no time flat". I shuddered remembering the 50
foot drop at the side of the road, "You will have to stay here tonight, its not
safe". To tell you the truth I wasnt that upset about having to stay, and the
rain made it easier with a good excuse.

****

I protested when he gave me his bed - "The couch is fine for me". He  stood firm,
and wouldn't hear of it, he said  after all, it *was* his fault I was stuck here,
after saying goodnights, we both retired. I lay in the bed, not being able to
sleep, and worried about  my friend sleeping out there on the couch, finlly
listening to the rain put me to sleep, until at 3 am I woke with a start, sat
bolt upright in the bed confused as to where I was, it took me a couple of
seconds to remeber what had happened the previous night, after my heart had
stopped pounding I was fine, but my mouth was dry and I desperately needed a
drink, putting on the dressing gown I found behind the door, I went out to the
kitchen, walking past the loungeroom, I noticed that he was still awake and
sitting on the couch staring into the fire, not meaning to disturb him, I meant
to go quietly back to my room and forget about the drink, unfortunately I kicked
the door with my foot and the resultant agony in my big toe made silence
impossible

Hopping around and swearing as silently as I could under my breath didnt make a
big difference, he looked up and caught sight of me in the doorway, my face
twisted in agony, trying not to yell out. He started laughing and even though it
wasnt in the least bit funny, I couldnt help myself, I hobbled into the
loungeroom and sat down on the couch, he smiled at me and said "I hope I didn't
wake you. I was doing my best to be silent, but I often don't succeed". After I
assured him that he hadn't woken me, we fell into an easy conversation, laughing
occasionally and just getting along. He noticed my toe was red from kicking the
door, and attempting to ease the pain he leaned over and started rubbing my foot
slowly, looking ready to jump away if he hit an area too tender. I closed my eyes
and was enjoying the feeling of his hands on my foot immensely.


Suddenly, the storm returned with a vengence. An enormous clap of thunder sounded
right overhead - so loud it made the walls shake. I jumped 3 feet off the lounge,
and screamed in panic. Next thing I knew I was huddled beside him in front of the
fire, making small whimpering noises. I'm sure he could feel me shaking, so he
did the natural thing - took me under the rug he was using, and held me tightly,
murmering inconsequentialities in my ear until I quieted down, and my shivering
subsided.


I have always been terrified of thunderstorms, and I felt like such an idiot
screaming like that, but it was nice under the blanket with him, soon my
breathing returned back to normal and I looked up at him, opened my mouth ready
to apologise, aware that I must look a fright, with my hair a mess and tear
tracks down my face, he looked at me, and his expression was something I hadnt
seen before, a mixture of longing and sadness, and then he kissed me, his lips
were warm and soft, it was a gentle kiss and stirred all sorts of feelings in me,
however I wasnt ready for this, and I pulled away, he looked crestfallen and
quickly apologised, he looked quite devastated and I felt like a heel, I reached
up and put my finger on his lips, silencing his apologies, placing my hands on
the  side of his head, I pulled his head down to me and kissed him back, our lips
meeting, enjoying the sensations, his arms went around me and he held me to him,
still kissing, this time with more passion and desire, my hands caressing his
back, and his hands warm on my body, touching me through the dressing gown.

He stood up, and held his hand out to me, answering the unspoken question in his
eyes, I grasped his hand and he pulled me up, capturing me in is a warm embrace,
his body hard agaisnt mine, our lips meeting with rising passion, it was warm in
front of the fire, and the dressing gown was only a hinderance, I dropped it on
the floor and returned his caresses


He looked at me, I looked back, deep into those wonderful eyes. "I didn't plan
for it to come to this", he half choked out. " Nor did I", I replied.
"Serendipity is a wonderful thing.".  He looked at me his eyes caressing my body,
 with a quirky smile I asked, "Well, do I pass the test?". He answered me in the
best way he could, running his hands lightly over my body, watching me shiver as
his caress tickled. He started swirling his tongue around my sensitive nipples.
First one, then the other sprang to attention, and I closed me eyes as I
abandoned myself to the sensation. Picking me up bodily and carrying me into the
bedroom, he laid me gently on the bed, my eyes closed all the while, gently, he
continued his caressing of my body lightly running his hands over my tummy and
breasts, and up and down my inner thighs, moving closer but never quite touching
that most sacred of places


Lost in a world of sensual pleasure, the feeling of his hands on my body arousing
me, awakening feelings and memories of past encounters that I had thought long
buried, his hands on my breasts touching and teasing, lightly pinching my
nipples, and down my stomach, not touching me where I desired to be touched,
teasing me. It was like a small death when he stopped, I opened my eyes and made
a sound of protest, he looked at me and said, "I have no wish to force you into
anything you dont want, I only want to give you pleasure", smiling up at him and
seeing his serious eyes I replied "You are giving me pleasure, I want you to, you
arent forcing me into anything". With that he started again, his hands caressing
and stroking me from head to toe, slowly ever so slowly, with almost precise
movements, he ran his hand up the inside of my thigh, and up and across my pubic
hair, then gently with one finger he traced  down the lips of my cunt I moaned
softly  with the feeling of intense arousal that shot through me. *** He covered
his body with mine, and we kissed passionately, our tongues duelling like swords,
his body hard on mine, I could feel his erection pressed into my leg, my hands
caressing his bare skin, he had a very male smell about him, musky, and his skin
was soft, and I wanted him with the very core of my being. His lips kissed
searing trails of fire down my face, my neck, and my nipples, he licked and
sucked and bit on them, his hands caressing my body, his tongue licking its way
down my stomach and down my inner thighs, not quite touching my aching cunt lips,
his fingers slowly caressed my pussy, gently opening my lips, exposing my erect
clit to the cold air, his tongue gentle at first and then more sure, flicked
across the tip, I shivered, and then moaned as his tongue expertly played my
clit, licking and sucking, then as his tongue explored the moistness of my cunt,
probing and darting into my tunnel, licking all around, finally coming back to my
clit, he buried his face into my cunt, and his mouth and tongue and hands were
stroking and licking and sucking, teasing me and drawing me into a quickly
spiralling ride of ecstacy, fire burning in my cunt, my back arched as his tongue
completed its spell on me, I cried out in a mixture of desire, ecstacy and
release, my breath coming in gasps.

He kissed his way back up my trembling body to my waiting lips, our tongues
mingled, sharing my juices with me, he raised himself on one elbow and looked at
me, pushing my sweat damped hair out of the way, his fingers tracing a line of
sweat down my face, I shivered under his touch, my arms embracing him, feeling
his hard cock pressed into my stomach, I pushed him back onto the bed and
straddled his waist, facing his feet, his cock was standing straight and proud, a
small drop of pre cum pooling on the tip, I leant down and ran my tongue around
the tip, feeling his body convulse under me, his hands on my back and reaching
round and caressing my nipples, slowly I ran my tongue down along the side of his
cock, and around his balls and up the other side, my hands gently stroking the
full length of his cock, I felt rather than heard his gasp as I slowly engulfed
his cock with my mouth, each proud inch dissapearing slowly from view, gently
swirling my tongue around the tip and the sides, scraping my teeth along his full
length as I moved my head up and down, his cock glistening from the coating of
saliva in the dim light of the room, bending down again, I ran my fingernails up
the full length of his cock, my tongue and mouth working on his cock, in and out,
in ever increasing tempo.

Then suddenly he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me away, he swiftly rolled
over until he had me pinned under his hard body, I was about to protest, but he
covered my mouth with a hard kiss and murmered in my ear, "I want you now,
properly, do you want me?". Of course I wanted him, I wanted to feel his hard
cock inside me, shifing on the bed, I opened my legs and took hold of his cock,
with one long slow thrust he buried his full length in me, I gasped with desire,
as his cock stretched my cunt and filled me up, raining kisses on my face and
neck and nipples, together we built up a rhythm,  moving together, him pulling
nearly all the way out, me thrusting my hips at him on the down stroke, together
we meet in a powerful explosion of friction, his cock rubbing on my clit, my
wetness and tightness exciting his sensitive cock, together we move in frenzied
dance, our bodies arousing and exciting each other, together we come, in a tidal
wave of desire and longing and fullfillment. Arms around each other we lay in a
haze of spent emotions, talking about nothing much, almost without meaning to I
say "I love you", his arms tightened around me, and he whispered in my ear "I
love you too".  That night was the first of many, and we often look back and
thank what ever deity there is for making it rain on that night, so far our blind
date has lasted for 5 years.