I can’t believe I am this nervous. I couldn’t really call this a blind date since Stephen and I have been in constant contact since that first call, but I’m hopeful we will have just as much chemistry in person as on the phone. We agreed to meet at a neutral place, somewhere safe and in public. We’re to meet at the soul food restaurant on 27th Ave. I had never been there, but heard the atmosphere was nice and the food was to die for.
I arrived earlier than the appointed seven o’clock hour. I dressed with care for this meeting. It took almost an entire hour to get it right, but I did. I was in a dilemma because I didn’t want to be too provocative, but I didn’t want to look like a nun either. In the end, I settled on an olive green pantsuit that caressed every curve of my body, a gold camisole top and gold heels to round out the ensemble. The make-up applied was sparing, accenting my brown eyes and full lips.
I was seated so the view of the door was unobstructed. A few minutes before seven, the door opened and Stephen walked in. I knew it was him from the description he gave, but I was not prepared for how devastatingly handsome he was. The general description he gave was fitting, he was roughly 6’3”, 215 pounds and the color of a brown grocery bag, but what he left out was how defined and absolutely masculine the bone structure in his face was. He didn’t mention how thick his eyebrows were and the way they framed his eyes was alarmingly breathtaking. By the time Stephen noticed me and started walking towards the table, I had performed a swift perusal of his frame, noting the way his designer suit clung to his body like it was specifically made just for him. He exuded confidence with every step he took.
As Stephen approached where I was seated, I rose to greet him. In my 3” heels, I was still shorter than him so I had to step back and raise my head just to look into his eyes. What I saw delighted me. He looked just as pleased to see me. We hugged briefly and gave each other a kiss on the cheek before sitting back down.
“You look beautiful.” He said, breaking the silence.
“You aren’t half bad yourself.” I replied. No way was I going to tell him how sexy he looked, not with that cocky statement from the very first conversation we had swirling in my head, but in my head I was like ‘Damn, this brother is sexy as hell.’
“Oh, so it’s like that?” He laughed. I know he knew what was going through my mind, but we had already discussed I had a stubborn streak and I was not about to concede…at least not right now.
The waitress came over and we both ordered sweet tea. She left us alone to read over the menus. They had a great selection from fried chicken, ribs, ox tails and more. The side dishes were just as expansive. By the time the waitress returned with our drinks, we were ready to order. I ordered smothered pork chops with greens and corn bread and he ordered baked chicken with yellow rice and a roll.
As the waitress left to put our order in, he began with, “You know I love a woman that ain’t scared to eat in front of a man.”
Smiling brilliantly, I countered with one of my favorite sayings, “You can’t get this fine without eating!”
“And yes, you are fine. You are wearing the hell out of those pants. Real talk, I almost said let’s blow this joint when I first saw you. I have had some very bad thoughts concerning you for the last several days and I can’t wait to try them out on you.”
“Is that right? So are you that sure of yourself, you think I am going to leave with you just like that?”
“Yes. The only reason I didn’t say anything was because I wanted you to eat and get your strength up before I strip it all away.”
There it was that cocky, self assured attitude that turned me on so much. I have always had a thing for self assured men and he was definitely not lacking in that department.
“Well, I’m not sure if I will be giving you what you want…I hope it’s not a disappointment.” Now, I don’t know why I am trying to play hard to get ‘cause he can definitely get it. Matter of fact, I felt like that chick from Jerry Maguire when Tom Cruise came in the room and she said ‘You had me at hello.’
“Oh, I am sure there won’t be any disappointments tonight” he answered looking deep into my eyes and licking his lips.
At this point, you could cut the sexual tension that surrounded our table with a dull butter knife. I started thinking of all the conversations we had over the last several days. Each of us telling the other what our likes, dislikes, fantasies and actual past experiences were. I didn’t even realize he had reached his hand across the table until I felt the tips of his fingertips connect with mine. A sexual current rippled from him to me or perhaps the other way around once he brought my fingertips to his mouth and gave each one a brief kiss. Either way, there was no denying I was his for the taking this night.
I barely noticed the waitress when she brought our food and a refill of our drinks.
Stephen got up, placed the napkin in my lap and whispered in my ear, “Eat up. You’re going to need it.”
With that, he sat down and began to eat his food in earnest. I attempted to eat, but I couldn’t concentrate on food when all I wanted to do was feast on him. I ate enough so I wouldn’t be hungry, but I can honestly say I don’t remember what it tasted like. I made a mental note to come back so I could get a true opinion about the food. The waitress came back and asked if we wanted any dessert with our meal.
Looking directly at me he said, “No thanks, I’ll be eating dessert later. You ready to bounce?”
I would have been embarrassed if I wasn’t so incredibly turned on at that moment, but all I could do was nod and gather my purse. He paid the bill to the waitress and gave her a hefty tip.
“Your place or mine?” I asked.
“Mine, you can follow me in your car.”
“I would but I took a cab here. I had to put my car in the shop this morning. Do you mind if I ride with you?”
“Of course not.” He escorted me to his pearl colored Escalade parked in the side lot of the restaurant. His truck was as exquisitely built as he was with black leather interior and loads of gadgets to play with.
The ride to his condo began with a comfortable silence, just the sound of the Freddie Jackson playing through the speakers; however the anticipation of what was to come was speaking volumes. I reached over and absently begin to lightly stroke his right thigh as he drove. I felt the muscles in his thigh flex and his breath catch. I started to think about one of the fantasies I didn’t tell him about and figured I may as well play it out since this “relationship” was one of firsts anyway. I slowly began to walk my fingers to the top of his pants and unbutton them.
“Hey, what are you doing? I’m trying to drive here.”
“Just sit back and try not to kill us.” I responded with a slight smile. “I got this.”
I unzipped his pants and was pleased to see he was already hard with anticipation. It was a task to release him from the confines of his boxers, but with a little effort, I made it work. Thankfully it was dark outside by now and with the tint on his windows, it would be difficult to see what I was doing to him. I began stroking him gently at first until I saw the precum leaking from the tip of his dick. That only spurred me into action. I got on my knees and kissed him softly on the lips before getting to my fantasy. Leaning down, I took the head of his dick in my mouth and begin to give the best blow job I have ever given in my life (if I do say so myself). I distinctly noticed the car moving at a slower pace the faster and harder I sucked him off. I had never done anything like this before, but it was exhilarating to know that he was fighting for control as I was sucking it out of him. At the next red light we came to, he shoved the gear into park, placed a hand on the back of my head and released what had been building up since we saw each other. He came so much; it began to leak out of the corners faster than I could swallow it.
Thoroughly pleased with myself, I kissed him one more time and leaned back in my seat. A horn blared, apparently the light had changed and we were missing the green light.
“You know payback is a mutha!” He challenged.
“I know and I can take it.” Looking at the glint in his eyes and the set of his jaw I thought to myself that I may have just bitten off more than I could chew.
About ten minutes later, we rolled up to his place and walked swiftly, hand in hand, inside. As soon as the door closed, the explosion began. We began kissing, caressing and taking each others clothes off, all before we made it past the front door. He pulled me to the stairs and began kissing an achingly slow trail from my neck to my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples, alternating licking and nibbling. He was driving me crazy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and began to grind against him. His head came up and he kissed me on the lips again before traveling lower.
He spread my legs and licked his lips. “Mmmm, chocolate pudding for dessert, my favorite.” And he proceeded to show me just how much he loved chocolate. He began by sucking the lips of my pussy in his mouth one at a time, giving each one the attention it deserved. All I could do was lay there and enjoy it while grabbing the railing on the stairs as an anchor to my sanity. Giving one last kiss to the lips, he turned his attention to my clit and blew on it softly before enveloping it between his lips and flicking it with his tongue. It took only a few minutes to cum on his tongue with a force that could rival the swelling waves of the ocean during a raging storm. He continued to alternate licking and sucking until the tremors began to subside.
I tried to move, but he stilled me as he worked his mouth back up my body. As he kissed me fully on the lips, I felt him penetrate me smoothly and deeply. His mouth stifled my groan as it transferred from my mouth to his. He rocked me to the core of my being on those stairs as he dipped in and out of my center. My mind journeyed from the first time we ever spoke to this moment as we both soared to an incredible, simultaneous release.
After catching our breath, we climbed the stairs and continued the night of passion in each other’s arms.