Blind Date 2/2 (no sex)


Rick got up and invaded my space, pressing his body against my towel.  He kissed
me easily and gently.  Then he lifted me and laid me on the massage table.  I
shivered, even though it was warm.

"Roll over, Miss Modesty," he kidded lightly, pulling one side of my towel so
that I spun onto my belly.  Then he lightly laid the towel over my fanny.  I'm
not sure how good a job I did massaging him, but he certainly did a good job on
me.  He's trained as a masseur so he can supervise others at the spa.  His strong
hands worked all the tension out of my neck, shoulders, and arms.  He moved down
to my lower back and rubbed up my back to between my shoulder blades, then spread
his hands over the muscles and back to my waist.  Boy, he has great hands!

When he paused, I tensed, afraid of what or where he might touch next.  `Take the
risk,' the little voice said.  I relaxed again as he started at my ankle and
moved up one leg.  Again, he got his hands farther up my legs than any other man
had on a first date.  He felt me tense and said, "Relax.  I don't believe in rape
on the first date."

It was such a ridiculous statement that I laughed.  Date rape was exactly what I
feared.  I trusted him with my life earlier in the day -- yesterday, actually.  I
would trust him now.  I let the tension drain away.  He started on my other leg.
I felt so relaxed that I almost went to sleep.

"Time to turn over," he said.  It was the moment of truth. Did I have the
courage?  Could he see in this dim light?  I took a deep breath and rolled onto
my back, horribly aware of my nudity.

"Spread your legs, Miss Modesty," he said mockingly.  I tensed.  This was it.  I
was helpless.  He had decided to take me.  I spread my legs a little.  He gently
laid the towel from my belly to between my legs.  "You can close them now."  I
felt embarrassed for not trusting him as I let out my breath, realizing that I
had stopped breathing.

His strong hands gently circled my neck, drawing the tension from my shoulder
muscles.  Then they moved down to the muscles of my chest.  I had to fight my
instinct to tense up as his hands approached my breasts.  They slid down to the
sides of my rib cage, then back underneath.  He moved on down to my abdomen, then
to my legs, massaging both my thighs.  He came so close, but never touched me in
any objectionable way.  I relaxed again, letting him work the tension out of my
legs.  I felt gloriously alive.  The massage was both relaxing and stimulating at
the same time.  I didn't want it to ever end.  But it did.

"Relax and I'll get your things," Rick said gently.  He brought my things and the
bikini.  He reached under my arms and lifted me to a sitting position and pulled
my dress over my head.  "You won't need all this for the short drive home," he
said, referring to my bra, panties, pantyhose, camisole and half slip and the
bikini bathing suit.

I smiled in the dark.  Now it was my turn.  I found his face with my hands and
pulled it to me.  I kissed him passionately sliding my tongue between his lips. 
"Thanks," I said.  Then I remembered that he was still nude and blushed.

He dressed right there in the room with me.  "Here," he said.  "Put these with
your things and your roommate will really wonder."  He handed me his bikini
briefs.  I giggled again.  This was crazy.  He gave me a bag from the spa's shop
for my things.

Rick slipped his arm around me and led me back to his pick- up.  I climbed in,
feeling deliciously naughty with nothing on under my dress, carrying my
underclothes in a bag.

"I hope you had a good time," Rick told me.

"I'll never forget it," I answered him honestly.

We were silent as he drove me home.  I had run out of things to say.  Evidently,
so had he.  He pulled up in front of my apartment.  Tina was still up, judging
from the lights on inside. Rick walked me to the door, then turned me to face
him.

"I usually don't expect a kiss goodnight on a first date," he said.

"I usually don't give one."  Then we just sort of melted together under the porch
light.  The heat rose again into my head and neck.  I was flushed with desire for
this guy I had just met. Our heads turned sideways to deepen the kiss.  It ended
too soon.

"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" I asked.  It's a terrible cliche, but
I couldn't think of anything more appro- priate at the time.

"I'd love a cup of coffee," he answered, taking my keys and letting us both in.

Tina was up, padding around in a shorty nightie.  She didn't leave.  Rick sat at
the table and watched me make coffee.  Tina flirted with him.  I got jealous.  He
was so handsome.  And so gallant.

Tina was being terribly nosy, wanting to know everything about our date.  I was
tired.  I felt like shocking her and making her jealous of me for once.  She's
always bragging about her conquests.  So I told her that Rick got me naked in the
back of his pickup at the very start of the date.  I didn't bother to tell her I
was alone, changing into a wetsuit.  I described white water canoeing.  I told
her about changing on the beach, again not bothering to tell her the canoe hid us
from each other.  I told her about the spa, not bothering to mention the bikini,
and about the massages.

Her shocked looks were just what I wanted.  I was proud of my wickedness.  Rick
played along.  He sat next to me at the table, sipping coffee and massaging my
shoulders.  I felt great and oh, so naughty!

Tina saw the bag from the club, and asked, "What'd he get you?"  Before I could
answer, she dumped it out on the table. "Oh my god!"  Rick's bikini underwear was
the perfect proof of my exaggerations.  Tina was suitably shocked.  I loved it!

"I wish I could get a massage like that," Tina said.

"That's up to Clar'," Rick told her.

I looked back at him questioningly.  I saw conspiracy in his grin.  "Sure, Tina. 
But you have strip completely naked," I told her.

Never before had I ever been able to make Tina blush, but boy did she blush now. 
She was always the adventurous one while I was shy and reserved.  She was only
dumfounded for a second, though.  She accepted the challenge.

"OK," she said, stripping off the top of her shorty nightie.

"Into bed," Rick said, standing.  Tina went toward her bedroom.  Rick followed,
pulling me with him, explaining, "We need a chaperon."

Tina was brave, peeling off her bikini panties without hesitating.  I took some
satisfaction in her blush and attempts to retain a little modesty.  She laid down
on her belly and Rick stood over the bed and started the massage.  He was
thorough, starting at her shoulders and moving down.  When he finished her legs,
he went back and massaged her neck.  None of us spoke a word.  Believe it or not,
there was nothing erotic about the massage even though Tina was nude.  Within
minutes, she was sound asleep.

Rick pulled the sheet up over Tina, leaving her sleeping. He put his finger to
his lips and led me out.  We both giggled once her door was closed.

I poured more coffee for us and we sat on the loveseat in the living room.  Rick
said that girls like Tina hit on him all the time at the club.  He turned them
all down.  He complimented me many times, saying that my shyness was `charming.' 
He liked how I dressed, saying I showed that I had a nice body without being
`snotty about it.'  I complimented him on his build, his sense of adventure, and
that he was `a complete gentleman.'

"Believe me, my thoughts weren't too gentlemanly," he admitted, "but waiting
usually makes things even better."

From there, our conversation got raunchy.  I admitted that all my thoughts
weren't pure, either.  We described our previous partners.  I was surprised when
he told me he was a one-woman man.  He had actually had fewer partners than I. 
We were both afraid of AIDS and VD.  We were both selective.  Although he went
out more often than I did, it was with girls from the health club who were just
friends and coworkers.  As we talked, we sort of moved into each other's space,
our faces just inches from each other.

Then Rick kissed me.  This was the passionate kiss I waited for.  When we finally
broke it, he asked me to describe my most outrageous fantasy.  I told him mine
was making love on a beach when I might get caught.  We kissed again, and that
fantasy filled my mind.  I asked about his fantasies.  His favorite was tying his
conquest to the exercise equipment in the health club, ending with her bound
helplessly to the massage table, his for the taking.  Then we described lots of
other fantasies and exper- iences.

It was wonderful how relaxed I was with him.  I was alter- nately afraid of date
rape and then afraid that he wouldn't find me attractive enough to try to seduce.
 My mind kept going back to his statement that things were better when you
waited.  That made it all OK.  I was already seduced.  He could have me any time
he wanted me, but not tonight.

The coffee had its affect.  We soon had to take turns in the bathroom.  It was so
easy and comfortable to go to the kitchen to freshen the coffee, then return to
the couch and start right in again describing our most intimate of thoughts and
feelings. Rick stretched out on his side resting his shoulders on the padded arm.
 I snuggled in with him laying my head on his arm. We kissed again and again,
talking back and forth, sipping coffee in between.

I suddenly noticed it was starting to get light outside.  We decided to go
outside and watch the sun come up.  Bare footed and still wearing my dinner dress
with no underwear, I followed Rick outside.  He took the mattress from the back
of his pickup and put it on top of the camper shell and helped me up.  We laid up
there, leaning against the padded canoe watching the sun come up. It was fun to
kiss for a minute, then be quiet until the early morning joggers got beside us
and startle them with a, "Good morning."

When the sun was just over the horizon, we went back inside. Rick said, "It's
that time."

I melted into him for one last kiss before he left and we kissed passionately
once again.  Then Rick picked me up and started carrying me to my bedroom.

"No, Rick.  I'm not ready."

"Trust me."  I trusted him.  More than I ever trusted a man before in my life. 
But I wasn't ready for this.  I was comfort- able with waiting.  I had made up my
mind we would wait.

"No, Rick," I insisted again when he stood me in my bedroom next to my bed.

"Have you ever kissed a man who was fully clothed while you were nude?" he asked.

"No, Rick," I said sternly.  "I'm not ready."

"But you'll try anything once," he said quietly with a grin as he lifted the hem
of my dress.  I was exhausted, unable to resist.  What I had feared all night was
about to happen.  He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply.  I put my
arms around his neck and kissed back.  I was completely helpless.  My legs felt
like rubber bands.

Rick held me up with his strong arms as we kissed, then he gently laid me down on
the bed.  Daylight illuminated the whole room, exposing me completely to his
gaze.  I closed my eyes.  I didn't even have the energy to blush.

"You're worth waiting for," he said gently as he started massaging my neck, then
my shoulders, then down my body.  He's a real expert.  I relaxed completely.  He
rolled me onto my stomach and continued the massage.  I was really surprised when
Tina woke me at noon.

Tina grilled me as we made brunch.  She wouldn't believe that we just kissed, but
she also wouldn't believe that I made love to a man on the first date.  She
couldn't believe that a man could massage nude women and not come on to them. 
"He must be gay," she concluded.  She ended up talking continuously while I sat
and savored the feelings in my sore muscles.  In spite of the stiffness, I felt
gloriously alive.  Tina's speculations on what went on were far wilder than
anything I actually did.

Rick called Sunday evening.  My heart leapt into my throat when I heard his
voice.  I hadn't given him my number.  I wondered how I cwould get in touch with
him.  The TV station didn't want us to talk or see each other until after we
appeared on the show.  Rick, though, had memorized the number from my phone in
the apartment.

"Let's talk about the show," he suggested.  I hadn't though about that.  "We
should be honest, but not too honest.  Let everybody guess what went on."

"I'm not sure I want everybody in the world to know that we were doing nude body
massages on the date, especially my mother!"

"Why not?  She won't believe it anyway.  You know Daren's going to ask if you
went skinny dipping," he observed.  "What should we tell him?"

It was a blast reliving the whole date over the telephone. We knew that Daren,
the show's host, wanted a program full of gasps and laughs about our adventure. 
In the end, we decided that honesty is the best policy.  Nobody who knew us would
believe it.  My friends and my mother both know how shy and reserved I am. 
Rick's clients and friends know how many times he's turned down opportunities. 
We would just have fun.

That night I was left alone with my thoughts and my sore muscles.  I had
decisions to make.

*************

"Good evening and welcome to `Blind Dating Blind.'  I'm your host, Daren
McRanger.  Tonight, we'll hear all about Clara's date with Rick and then find out
who Steven will pick for his date, right after these messages."

I was nervous.  I felt like I had to pee even though I had just used the
bathroom.  The two minute wait drove me crazy.  The host talked to the staff
instead of me.  I knew Rick was in the back which made it worse.

When the `on-the-air' light lit, Daren reviewed the men I had to choose from and
that I picked Rick.  He welcomed Rick, who was shown by a different camera behind
a screen.  Then he asked me, "Well, Clara, where did you go on your date?"

"To the Rappahannock River."

"Oh?  That's an interesting place for a date.  What did you do there?"

"We went white water canoeing and mountain climbing."

Gasps and applause from the audience.  "And did you go skinny dipping?"

"I brought some pictures," I answered.  The audience had dirty minds and roared
at my answer, thinking I had pictures of us skinny dipping.

"I don't know if we can show pictures like that."

A technician showed a slide Rick's friend took of us in the canoe wearing life
jackets and helmets.  Then I described my first experience at rapelling.  It was
a shot of my second time where I was bounding down and wearing the exercise top.

"Well, Rick.  Did you finally get her clothes off?"

"She took them off herself," Rick answered, grinning.  The audience roared!

"Really?"

"Well, after we left the river, we drove back into town and went to the dinner
theater.  It was a good show."

"Forget the dinner!  I want to hear about how you got her clothes off."  The
audience shouted agreement.

After the audience calmed down, Rick continued, "Well, after the show, I decided
to show Clar' the gym where I work.  I invited her to soak in the jacuzzi and she
accepted."  Whistles and guffaws from the audience, just as I expected.

"Was it that easy to get you out of your clothes?" he asked me.

"Well, no," I replied.  "I told him I wasn't ready to be nude with a guy on the
first date.  He was a real gentleman and gave me a suit to change into.  Then I
joined him in the jacuzzi."

"Oh, so you didn't get her naked," he said to Rick, sounding disappointed.  The
audience groaned too.

"No, I didn't," Rick admitted.

"But I did," I laughed.

"Huh?"  The audience laughed as Rick and I grinned at each other on the monitors.

"Can you enlighten us, Clara?"

"Well, when I got in the tub, Rick massaged me.  I was kind of sore.  Then, we
sort of kissed."  The audience reacted with `Ooooo.'  "And when we kissed, I sort
of touched Rick where there should have been a bathing suit and there wasn't." 
The audience loved it and roared and whistled.

"So, Rick, you were skinny dipping and she wasn't?"

"Yeah.  I told her, `Hey, just because you chickened out doesn't mean that I
did.'"  The audience was eating this up.

"Well, Clara.  How did you react to that?"

"I told Rick that I wasn't chickening out.  I just wasn't ready yet."

"Well, did you take your clothes off?"

"I was nearly naked already.  The suit was supposed to show you off rather than
cover you up."  The audience's reaction was just what you would expect.

"So you were practically naked anyway?" Daren pried.

"Yeah, so I figured what the heck, I'll try anything once and took it off."  You
should have heard the reaction of the crowd!

After the commercial break, we described the massages after the hot tub.  "So
what did you do then?  Just get up out of the tub?"

"No.  Rick got us towels and he turned his back while I wrapped one around me."

"Does she look pretty good in a towel?"

"She looks pretty good in anything, everything, and nothing," Rick said, to the
applause of the whole audience.  I couldn't help but blush, but I liked the
compliment.

"Well, what did you do then?"

"Well, our muscles were still tight so I offered to give Clar' a massage."  More
`Oooooo's.'

"How was the massage?" he asked me.

"It was great.  Rick really knows his stuff," I answered, to the gasps and
applause again.

"It's kind of hard to get a massage with a towel wrapped around you, isn't it?"
Daren asked.  I knew where he was leading and I wasn't about to disappoint him.

"Well, I had to take the towel off!"  Yep.  You know the reaction.  "But I was
face down and had the towel over my bottom so he couldn't really see anything."

"OK," Daren said, leaving a `dramatic pause' for the audience to laugh through. 
"What then?"

"Well, then we went back to my place."  More `Oooooo's.'

"I don't thing we can continue this," Daren said.  "Besides, it's time for a
break."

He barely made it in time for the commercial as the director counted down to
zero.  After the break, he continued, "So you guys had a really good time."

"Yeah, it was great," we both agreed.

"Well, let's see who the audience picked for you, Clara." He flipped over the
cards.  Rick was second.  Ben, the guy who made the comment about `hot girls,'
was the number one pick with 44 percent.

"Well, you can go out with Ben and we'll pay for it or you can stay with Rick. 
What'll it be?"

I answered, "I've thought a lot about this.  The date was great, but Rick's a
little too crazy for me.  I'll try Ben."  The audience gasped in surprise.

"And how do you feel about that, Rick?"

"It's her choice.  I had a great time, Clar'.  Bye."

The audience was shocked.  They groaned and booed.

************

Ben was more than a little crude on our date Saturday night. He saw my show and
just wanted to get my clothes off.  I dressed really hot for him in a shiny red
minidress and sheer hot pink hose.  I had to fight him off all night.  He still
stole a dozen tight lipped kisses.  I gave him ten seconds of tongue on my porch.
 I counted the seconds until it was over, then shooed him off.

I went inside, ignoring Tina's questions about how the date went.  I just took
off all my clothes and put on my long coat and sneakers.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.  I opened it and asked Rick, "The beach or
the health club?"

"Lady's first.  We're off to the beach," he replied as he led me to his truck.