This One Was A Little Different Pt. 1
It was our third date. If you could call it that. We met on the internet. The first time we saw each other in person was for coffee and conversation. Right off the bat, I could tell that she was funny, intelligent and very pretty with shoulder length auburn hair that she just brushed straight back from her forehead. The second date was for dinner and a movie. This time she invited me over to her place for dinner. She was cooking. I arrived at her third-floor apartment with a bottle of wine and a bouquet of fresh flowers. After she opened the door, she smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
"Need to take your shoes off," she said. "I like to keep my carpets clean." So I slipped out of my sneakers and laid them on the little rubber mat beside the door next to several of her pairs. Her shoes looked to be as large as mine, larger maybe.
"You have big feet," I remarked.
She had moved to her kitchen to find a vase for the flowers. She laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess so. A little different for a girl, I guess." She turned on the tap and poured some water into the vase before placing the flowers in it. "They are so lovely. Thank you for the flowers. Do sit down. I will open the wine."
I sat on the sofa in the living room in front of the glass top coffee table, the fireplace and the big tv on the mantle above. To the immediate left of the sofa, there was a dining room table and chairs. And left of that, was an open kitchen area. with bar chairs on the near side of the sink island. She had placed the flowers on the counter in front of the chairs and had started cooking.
"Can I help you with anything?" I asked.
"No. Nothing. I got this," she said and handed me a glass of wine. She had pored one for herself as well. And we clinked glasses as she said, "To us."
"To us," I repeated.
"May tonight be special," she said and blew me a kiss before we each took a sip and she turned back to the kitchen. I watched her as she walked away, thinking damn she has a fine ass. I took another sip of wine and suddenly realized that I had gotten a huge erection. When did that happen? Had she seen it? I was embarrassed.
"Feel free to switch channels if you want," she said from the kitchen. "The remote is on the table. The news might be too intense for you," she laughed and winked at me.
I wiggled in my seat, uncomfortable in my pants. "What do you mean," I asked somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing. Just don't want you to wear yourself out before we've even had dinner. You're going to need to save something for dessert."
"Wow. You're doing dessert, too? What's that going to be?"
"Oh, you will just have to see. I hope you like it though."
"I'm sure I will."
"Aww, you are such a sweetheart."
"Need to take your shoes off," she said. "I like to keep my carpets clean." So I slipped out of my sneakers and laid them on the little rubber mat beside the door next to several of her pairs. Her shoes looked to be as large as mine, larger maybe.
"You have big feet," I remarked.
She had moved to her kitchen to find a vase for the flowers. She laughed and said, "Yeah, I guess so. A little different for a girl, I guess." She turned on the tap and poured some water into the vase before placing the flowers in it. "They are so lovely. Thank you for the flowers. Do sit down. I will open the wine."
I sat on the sofa in the living room in front of the glass top coffee table, the fireplace and the big tv on the mantle above. To the immediate left of the sofa, there was a dining room table and chairs. And left of that, was an open kitchen area. with bar chairs on the near side of the sink island. She had placed the flowers on the counter in front of the chairs and had started cooking.
"Can I help you with anything?" I asked.
"No. Nothing. I got this," she said and handed me a glass of wine. She had pored one for herself as well. And we clinked glasses as she said, "To us."
"To us," I repeated.
"May tonight be special," she said and blew me a kiss before we each took a sip and she turned back to the kitchen. I watched her as she walked away, thinking damn she has a fine ass. I took another sip of wine and suddenly realized that I had gotten a huge erection. When did that happen? Had she seen it? I was embarrassed.
"Feel free to switch channels if you want," she said from the kitchen. "The remote is on the table. The news might be too intense for you," she laughed and winked at me.
I wiggled in my seat, uncomfortable in my pants. "What do you mean," I asked somewhat sheepishly.
"Oh, nothing. Nothing. Just don't want you to wear yourself out before we've even had dinner. You're going to need to save something for dessert."
"Wow. You're doing dessert, too? What's that going to be?"
"Oh, you will just have to see. I hope you like it though."
"I'm sure I will."
"Aww, you are such a sweetheart."
2 years ago
