The First Encounter: The Blind Date

The battered brass bell that hung above the scarred wooden door clanged its discontent once more. She glanced up from her drink nervously. Every time the door opened, she grew tenser. She scanned the unfamiliar faces, looking for the familiar details that she had memorized long ago. Every time the door opened, a new haze of smoke drifted her way. The cooler, fresh air never made its way in that far. Even though she arrived only twenty minutes early, she still felt like she had been waiting forever. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering wildly and she thought that they would burst through her chest. The door opened again and still, no sign of him.

She was starting to get impatient. She was starting to worry. What if he decided not to show up? What if he had second thoughts? What if something happened to him on the way and he couldn't call? Now she was being silly. Nothing was wrong, nothing happened along the way, and he did not change his mind. He was going to be here. She just showed up way too early. Twenty minutes was way too early. The door opened again, this time a group of people walked in. Straining her eyes, he was not there. Looking down at the moisture beaded on her glass and the ring that the falling droplets made on her napkin, she realized that the first drink had hit her pretty quickly. Her kidneys were screaming at her to let them do their thing. Her head was whispering loudly that she needed another drink to calm her nerves.

When the barmaid came around a second time, asking if she wanted to order yet, she politely asked for another Whiskey Sour and said that she was still waiting for her guest. The barmaid took her empty glass, looking slightly perturbed, and walked towards the bar. Her kidneys finally won out on the screaming match. She stood up, smoothing her skirt over her thighs and buns, sighing heavily. She would need to touch-up her makeup and she grabbed her purse off the chair next to her.

Her heels clicked loudly on the tiled floor and the lights seemed just a bit too bright. At least there wasn't as much smoke in here. Her eyes were red like she had been crying. Thankfully that wasn't the case. Yet. Hopefully he would show up. Touching up her lipstick, washing her hands, she straightened the seam on her pantyhose and walked back out into the noisy bar.

A few steps from her table, she noticed that someone was sitting in her seat! Her heart jumped high into her throat. NO! Her mind screamed. I have to sit there! I told him if I got here first that I would be sitting right there. He'll think I'm not here. God, get him out of my seat! Regaining her composure, she held her head high and approached this seat-stealing fiend. Reaching to place a gentle hand on his shoulder she started. "I'm sorry but I really need to be sitting here. I only got up to use the ladies—"

The stranger slowly turned and she felt it even before he was facing her completely, the raw electricity. It was Him! He turned towards her, and smiled. Those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. She felt her heart beating loudly in her chest. She felt a weakness take over her legs. He stood and reached his hand out to take hers. A spark traveled between their fingertips. When his strong hand finally encased her delicate one, their eyes met and there was an instant knowing between them, an instant connection.

"Casey," he said, in more of a statement than a question.

"Greg?" She said breathlessly, almost in disbelief. Her voice was barely a whisper above the bar room crowd.

She placed her other hand on the table to steady herself. Once released, she sat quickly. It was either sit or swoon right there at his feet. She sat next to him instead of across from him and his eyes traveled over her, drinking in her subtle beauty. The softness of her gently styled, espresso brown hair that hung teasingly above her shoulders. The brightness of her chocolate brown eyes. The smoothness of her creamy skin, tinged with rose at the cheeks and lips. The concealed yet noticeable curve of her swelling breast beneath her snugly knit, off-white, v-neck sweater as she tried to slow her breathing. She was everything he had pictured yet nothing that he imagined. Seeing her finally made him wonder why he hadn't chosen to meet her sooner.

Casey grabbed her drink and took one long swig before placing the now half-empty glass in front of her. Where the tang biting her in the back of her jaw. Seeing him finally sitting there was like a dream come true. She had never thought this day would come. His sun-kissed brown hair was thick and luxurious, silently calling out to her fingers to rake through it. His brilliant smile seemed to take up half of his face. His dazzling blue eyes sparkled like the rarest sapphire found. Everything about him was perfect, exactly as she imagined, down to the button-up, denim shirt he wore.

They sat in silence for only a few moments before they both were overcome with the urge to fill the void. Speaking at the same instant, they both laughed. The barmaid arrived with his drink and knew there was nothing she could do to get them to place an order so she made her way back to the bar to pick up another patrons' drinks. Greg was the one to start again.

"I have a confession to make, Casey." He said, leaning towards her, taking her hand in his.

Her eyes grew wide with disbelief; disbelief sprinkled with hurt. He was going to say he was married. He was going to say he was just stringing her along and that he had no serious intentions towards their budding relationship. He was going to say he was a homosexual. That would just take the cake. All of the men she had ever been attracted to had either been married, gay, or looking for a one-night stand. She didn't know if she could handle the letdown one more time. She didn't know if she would be able to just let him slip away. She didn't want to admit that she was hoping that he would be the one. That she was hoping her search would be over and that she could finally settle down and be content with whom was in her life.

"Yes, Greg?" Casey swallowed hard, her mouth now as dry as the outside of this new glass that had been handed to her. He took a breath before starting again, with a pause just long enough to add worry to her eyes.

"I can't sit here and lead you to think that I…" and his voice trailed off.

Her shoulders slumped and she jerked her hand from his, wrapping her fingers around her drink and squeezing the glass as hard as she could without even wondering what would happen if the glass broke. Her white knuckles were clenched in a death-grip on the innocent glass. She looked down at the table between them. She moved to reach for her purse. She knew where this was heading, and she had seen it all too many times before.

"Greg, just save it. I understand." She said with a bitter tone wavering in her voice.

He looked at her curiously and reached to take her hand once more. "No, wait. You don't understand," he said recognizing the look in her eyes. "If you would have let me finish, you would have heard that I was going to say that I got here about ten minutes before you did and sat in the back watching you the whole time you were waiting for me."

Her eyes grew wide, the emotion in them swift and obvious; first hurt, then confusion, shock, embarrassment, and finally anger. She snatched her hand from his once more; and looked at him, swatting at his shoulder with her purse.

"You bastard! The whole time?" She had found her voice again.

He rubbed his shoulder playfully but there was a slight residual sting that he hadn't expected. What in the hell did she have in there, bricks?

"Casey, relax. I'm sorry. I thought you saw me. You walked right past me going to the ladies room."

"Don't you think if I saw you that I would have said something to you? Damn it, Greg, didn't you see how bad I was fidgeting while I was waiting for you? Didn't you—?"

He pulled her onto his lap and forced his lips over hers and silenced her mindless bickering. In a flash, her arms were around him and her fingers wound their way into his hair. Even through her anger, which was quickly shelved, she found herself unable to resist him. Soon, she was kissing him back with a force that left no question to what was on her mind. They broke for air and looked into each other's eyes. The urgency she felt was reflected in him. Casey stood and smoothed out her skirt once more and hurried off to the ladies room while Greg summoned the barmaid for their check.

Once the bar room's noise faded behind the slowly closing door, she dashed into a stall and closed the door behind her. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her face felt flushed. With her back against the door, she pressed her palms to her cheeks and sucked a breath in through her teeth. The feelings that she found surging in her loins scared her tremendously. It had been a long time since she had been with a man, quite the long time. She had to pull herself together before she walked back out there. Taking a deep breath she unlocked the stall door and click-clacked back across the tile floor stealing one final glance in the mirror to make sure everything was in place.

He was sitting at the table with his leather jacket on and waiting for her to return. She grabbed her coat and slung it over her shoulder while he stood taking her hand in his. The battered brass bell cried out one last time, only to fall on deaf ears as they hurried to the parking lot.

Their breath hung in the air in front of them, a mere ghost of the heat each felt towards the other. It had grown a bit colder since she had arrived. She noticed the frost that had quickly set in on the cars around her and the short sleeved sweater that she wore just wasn't cutting it. She pulled her coat around her and made her way through the crowded lot towards her own car, in the rear of the dimly lit lot. Even though the chemistry was obvious, she still didn't know this guy from a hole in the wall and she decided to play it safe. Wherever they went she would drive her own car, even though she had been drinking. Just so she would know that whatever happened, she still had a way out. Fumbling in her purse for her keys, she finally pulled them out and they fell to the ground with a loud clatter. The ground seemed so far away. Figuring Greg was already at his Jeep, she bent over to pick them up without even giving it a second thought.

All of a sudden Casey felt two strong hands on her hips and his groin tight against her ass. She gasped, turning to see who was behind her, as if she didn't already know. His hand shot between her thighs and his fingers cupped her moist mound of femininity and a moan escaped her lips. She could feel his hardness pressed against her and was instantly aroused.

She remembered when they were on the phone once and he mentioned that he was a solid 8". She remembered how she fumbled through the junk drawer looking for a tape measure. She grabbed it out of the drawer and held it against herself just to see how big it would be. Her eyes widened and she stopped mid-word. He asked her what was wrong and she, of course, replied that it was nothing.

The image still sharp in her mind, she hoped he was exaggerating.

Feeling the briskness of the evening air directly against her skin, Greg harshly bent her over the side of her car and yanked up her skirt. Pantyhose being more of a nuisance, they were quickly discarded. He let out a low whistle when he noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties and his hand touched her hot, soft, hairless flesh instead of the anticipated cotton or silk. The sensation of a man's hands on her after all this time sent a new surge of feelings through her, the mild dampness she felt earlier now was more like a raging flood. He noticed and groaned in her ear.

"Casey, I can't help it. I have to fuck that sweet pussy of yours right here. I can't wait until we're alone."

Hearing the words coming from him, feeling his breath hot on her ear, knowing what lay ahead brought her to the same peak where she imagined he was, eager and wanting. She felt him lean back slightly and there was some motion between them, though only briefly. He deftly unbuckled his belt and in one motion unbuttoned, unzipped, and lowered his khaki Dockers. She felt him press against her once more. Closer than before, if that was even possible and she could feel his heat spreading into her. She could also feel him, bare and hot against her ass. The smooth finish of her Neon was cold, to say the least, against her thighs. She wanted more than ever to face him. To look into his eyes. To run her fingers through his hair. To take him in her hands and stroke him until he wanted her as badly as she wanted him. He felt her try to twist out of his arms and held her tighter, not as a sign of forcefulness but of desire. He had a feeling that if she left he would never see her again and he could not let that happen.

Casey turned towards him, breaking from his boa constrictor-like grasp, and pressed herself against him. She could feels his cock pulsing against her belly and reached a hand between them to pleasure him. Greg moved his hands from her waist and brought them to her shoulders. He pulled her close with a gentle hand on the nape of her neck, and kissed her lightly. She was hungry and he knew it but he would make her wait. He had many things in store for her.

He pressed her against the car again, and she let out a little squeal when her cheeks came to rest on the frosty metal. She raised a leg and brought it up to his hip, wrapping her well-heeled foot around him. She felt his cock pressed against her moist and almost dripping pussy and moaned into him. If he were going to take her now, she would be the last person to complain. Feeling his lips break from hers and his lips and tongue trace along her jaw, down her neck, and over her shoulder sent shivers through her body and made her nipples taut against the thin knit sweater she wore. She fumbled with the mother of pearl buttons that held her sweater closed and undid them one by one. The temperature was not an issue any longer; she was warmed by the thought of him inside of her. He moved the sweater off of her shoulders and continued kissing and licking along her collarbone and down to the sweet valley between her breasts. His hands covered hers as she unhooked the clasp on her front-closing bra. Satiny fabric falling away, his hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them lightly.

Then, he slipped his hand between her thighs and touched the tip of his finger against her slick lips and her body went rigid in his arms. Casey tightened her hand on his shoulder and he winced as her nails dug into the sensitive flesh near his old hockey injury. Almost all of the strength had drained from her body except for that which it took for her to cling to him. If there was ever a time that she was ready, now was the time. And Greg knew it.

He pried her fingers off of his shoulder and laid her back against the car. Lifting her like she was weightless, he entered her in one swift motion. Her back arched, head tilted until it looked like it would snap from her gracefully thin neck by the swiftness of her actions and she cried out loudly. Her bare lips hugged his penis. He was amazed at the snug fit, bordering on painful as he began his rhythmic pumping. He leaned forward onto her, whispering in her ear, his voice hoarse with need.

"Casey, I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel it dripping from that hot pussy of yours."

"Yessssssss," she moaned, between gasps, dragging air in between her clenched teeth.

He reached a hand between them and used his thumb to massage her clit forcefully. As he did this he noticed how her wet, hungry cunt gripped the full length of his hot, swollen rod. He could feel her insides beginning to flutter and convulse around him. He plunged deeper into her, hoping to give her one final thrust over the brink of her ecstasy, and she let out a cry that made his skin crawl. Thinking he had hurt her he pulled back, fully withdrawing from her moist tunnel. She grabbed him by the hips and pulled him back into her with a strength that surprised him. Then she pulled his face to hers and began kissing him with a fervor that told him she wanted to be in control. Just maybe he would let her think she was. That was when she surprised him. That was when Casey took control.

Casey grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it open, barely noticing the buttons that whizzed past her. She pulled him close to her and began to lick at his nipples, which became instantly erect under the gentle circular motions of her tongue. He moaned under his breath, close to her ear, encouraging her further than she would ordinarily go. She pinched them between her fingers and watched him as he bit down on his lower lip.

She clenched and unclenched her vaginal muscles, in a way that would make even the greenest Lamaze instructor proud, giving his cock the stroking of a lifetime. His movements slowed painfully, his body went rigid, and she knew that he was on the verge of his release. She pushed him back against the car adjacent to hers. A car alarm blared and startled them both. She pulled him back from the other car and pinned him against her car instead. She was going to tease him beyond belief and then make him plead with her to let him cum.

Kneeling before him, she took him in her mouth, between her gently parted lips and tasted herself on him. The flavor was one that she had yet to experience and at first she was taken aback by the salty-sweet pungency. Finding that she actually enjoyed it, she ran her tongue over the amazing length of his shaft, making sure to cover every breathtaking inch of him.

She learned that he wasn't lying about the size of his manhood and realized that he had, in fact, been modest. She was mesmerized at its girth, at its length, and most of all at its appearance. It was smooth, seemingly vein-less, darkened purple at the tip and tinged with the same along its length, with just a hint of a slit for an opening.

Casey had never really enjoyed oral sex and as a result, wasn't very adept at it. But with him in her mouth, all of the techniques she had once read about suddenly became clear. And he felt so good! His hands entwined themselves in her hair and guided her pace and rhythm. She took him further still inside her and he groaned loudly when he felt the smooth muscles of her throat surrounding the head of his penis. She fought the gag that threatened to present more than just excess saliva and backed off just a bit. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and moved in conjunction with her mouth, head bobbing in perfect sync.

Greg let his head fall back and moaned loudly. The feeling of her hand and mouth on him was too much for him to hold back from. The muscles on his thighs tightened, his body grew stiff beneath her once more and the taste of pre-cum became evident on her tongue. She stopped quickly. He tried to push her back down and make her take him and finish him off but she wriggled out of his grasp and kissed him full on the mouth, rubbing herself against him teasingly.

Greg reached his hands around her and pulled her close to him, squeezing her ass, sliding a hand between her delicately curved cheeks and spreading them. She moaned and leaned into him, licking his nipples once more. She was ready to relinquish control. She wanted to be taken. She was ready for him, for all of him.

Casey leaned back against the frosted metal beast that had allowed her much pleasure so far and spread her legs eagerly, hiking up the soft skirt allowing him to see the bareness of her labia. Tempting him to take a closer look, glaring at him intensely.

"Suck my clit, Greg. Lick my pussy." She demanded, her voice rich and husky with desire.