The first meeting was very nerve racking. Not knowing what to expect made the moment even more exciting. We had met at a restaurant and had a wonderful dinner. Just sitting there talking and him making jokes to make me laugh. I had not laughed in a long time. We then left and went to a movie. He didn't touch me much and then when he did it was just a soft hand on my back. It put chills up my back each time he touched me. I left my hands loose at my side so to give him the chance to place his hand in mine. He was such a gentleman. He opened the doors and let me enter first he asked before he did anything. He even asked if I minded he drank a beer when we was at dinner. A perfect Gentleman...But was tonight a night I wanted a gentleman. We would have to wait and see.
After the movie we walked back to my car. I climbed in and he gave me our first kiss. Although I meant to keep myself as stiff as possible I found myself softening to him. His lips were soft and warm, and that surprised me even more. I tried to pull back and say something, but then I felt the wet tip of his tongue slip between my lips. His hand slipped to my back holding me to him as if not wanting for that moment to stop. The stars were before my eyes again. Had I gone so long without knowing this kind of tenderness from a man that I forgot how to feel passion? Tongue to tongue. Desire to desire. We had both wanted this for a long while now and they finally were able to do it.
He was the one that broke off the kiss. My legs were giving way from underneath me. My heart was racing as I touched my fingers to my lips. I looked down, away from him, and my eyes were about to show tears, but I held them back. "Oh my God," I said picking As I tried to pull myself back together.
"What?" I heard him ask without looking at him.
"I guess I should go," I said pushing my way back into my seat. If I don't stop now, I won't be able to. "Why did I have to want it so bad that I didn't listen to my heart?" "I felt alive inside again." I felt as a tear rolled down my face as I drove away. We both stopped at the stop light. I looked at him. I wanted so badly to follow him and wave him down. But what would he have thought about me. I wanted him so bad. I was so wet just thinking about him and the way he was kissing me.
I couldn't wait to talk to him again. Soon he called me at work and we could talk.
"I wanted to talk to you about last night," I said.
"You feel guilty about it?" he said, his voice shaky over the phone
"No... Yes... A little, but its not about the guilty thing," I said shak.
"Yeah..." he said, I could hear fear in his voice.
"I didn't mean to run from you. I just haven't been kissed like that in a long time." I shuffled on my feet for a second. "That kiss meant more than I thought it would. A lot more and I guess I just wanted you to know."
"I would like to meet again, that is if you want to." I said
"I want to meat you again too. I really do." He said
"I have to tell you, if you wouldn't have quit last night, I probably wouldn't have either."
"I like that." He said...We will talk more about it later. I will call you.