Blind Date

The dim florescent lights flicker, she sits on the cold steel barstool
She's sipping brandy and searching around the bar with her eyes
She looks at the bartender and just as she's about to order another glass
"Come here often?" a rugged voice whispers in her ear, she turns
She thinks in her head he can't really be using this line can he?
"No, not at all. & you're helping me remember why." she glares at him
She notices the flecks of green in his steel blue eyes. His thin facial hair.
She also can't help but notice the subtle femininity gracing his face.
She can't help but be intrigued by his charm. She quickly comes to her senses.
"Uh, I'm waiting for somebody." She warns him, defensively, as if under attack.
"Yeah, I know. I'm Drew, I believe our friends set us up." He flashes a grin.
He notices her naturally blond, wavy hair. Her perky chest rising and falling.
And those deep, gazing hazel eyes piercing through him like lasers.
"Oh, you're Drew. You're 15 minutes late. Are your excuses as bad as your lines?"
She wonders why she's being so harsh. & why her heart is jumping out of her chest.
"Actually, just traffic. Mind if we go sit in a booth?" His eyes are searching her face.
All he wants is for her to relax. What had he done to her? 15 minutes, that's nothing.
Part of him wanted to leave but, a more persuasive part wanted him to stay.
"I suppose." She grabs her glass. She wants to leave. But, his charm has her in a grip.
"So," He sits next to, rather than across from her in the booth. "let's not play games."
His hand begins to move slowly up her thigh. He looks her dead in the eyes.
She feels his hand. She wants to stop him, no, she doesn't.
"Uh, you, I, we, I don't usually.." She wonders why she's stuttering. This isn't like her.
He puts his finger to her lips. "Shhh. You know why we're both here."
His voice is so deep. It's entrancing. She looks at him, longingly.
Was she really gonna do this on the 1st date? In the 1st 10 min?
He was sure of himself. That's what made him so appealing. He knew he had her.
"Come on. My place is around the corner." He whispered in her ear & gave it a little lick.
He slipped his hand up her shirt as she thought. Should she go? Would she regret it?
He leans in and kisses her. He tastes like cigarettes & mint. She doesn't mind.
She knows she's going to go. Her body won't let her do otherwise. She grabs her purse.
As they walk they give off vibes of sexual tension that everyone can feel.
Tension that will soon be relieved. Their body language is speaking volumes.
They are kissing outside his door as he fumbles for his keys.
He opens the door and they fall onto the floor kissing and breathing heavily.
He rips off her shirt, tearing the buttons and throwing it across the room.
She pulls off his shirt rapidly and kisses his chest leaving her lipstick stained.
She unzips his pants his bulge is poking through his boxers.
He lifts up her skirt and her underwear are drenched. He slides them to the side.
He plunges his fingers inside her and moves them in & out without caution.
She thinks it hurts. But from the pain comes extreme pleasure.
She moans louder & louder and begs him to fuck her.
He pulls his fingers out and shoves his dick inside her wet flesh thrusting his hips harder and harder.
She begs him to slow down but to no avail. He keeps thrusting he won't let up.
She screams for him to keep going even though deep down she wants him to stop.
He slows his pace and goes deeper. Penetrating her with increasing force.
She cries out begging him not to stop. To just keep going she's almost there.
He picks up his speed feeling his release approaching. He holds her down.
He feels it approaching he groans and collapses on top of her. She's scared and satisfied all at once.
He reaches over to his pants thrown a few inches over and pulls out 2 cigarettes.
They smoke. They sort of chuckle at each other. She lays on his chest
She listens to his rapid heartbeats syncing up with her own.
In that moment she knew she'd never regret this moment no matter what happened.
As she lay on his chest on his carpet, sweaty & out of breath. She hoped this would be a regular occurrence.
He had never felt so alive. He didn't know what to say. He hoped she'd stay the night.
She fell asleep in his arms that night & every night after that. & never regretted that blind date.