"A little fable" - Sex Stories

"A little fable"

As it appears to go with Internet dating, I met up with a couple of ladies over the last month but there wasn't really any spark and so, after an awkward hour or so of small talk and eating, we went our separate ways. Then I found Christina's profile, she got my attention and we arranged a date. It went very well indeed. We ate at an Indian and the conversation was easy and fast-flowing. We had a lot of things in common, we laughed at a few of the same things and - as it turned out - we even had a couple of mutual friends. Better, she was very straight talking and that was a real relief - on a lot of dates, you tend to skirt around subjects in case you offend the other person, but Christina wasn't like that at all - she said it how she saw it and she was quite open about sex (which is always nice). As the evening wore on, I found myself liking Christina even more and it wasn't hard too. She was a great looking lady, medium height and slim, with small-ish boobs and dark hair. More than all of that, she was bl**dy gorgeous - genuinely bl**dy gorgeous. Beautiful, even. For the date, she was wearing a simple, knee length dress and heels and I kept telling her how great she looked, though I don't think she believed me all that much. The meal ate, conversations pursued, I took her home at around eleven. We pulled up outside her house, a neat two-bedroom new build near Duston and I expected perhaps a little goodnight kiss and I'd be on my way. &#034Did you want to come in for ...

... coffee?&#034 she asked, as I switched off the engine. &#034That'd be lovely.&#034 &#034Just to make it clear though, I meant what I said before - I never shag on a first date.&#034 Her honesty made me smile. &#034What's up, did I say something funny?&#034 &#034No,&#034 I said, &#034it's just nice that it's all cleared up now, so things don't get awkward later.&#034 &#034Absolutely, Jack,&#034 she said and patted my thigh, &#034that's exactly why I do it!&#034 I followed her into the house, admiring the way her bum moved, admiring her legs, just watching her really. She was really sexy and I was hoping that tonight would be good enough that we'd see each other again. Her house was minimalistic but comfortable - &#034my own place, finally&#034, she'd said in the restaurant, &#034the best thing I got out of the divorce&#034 - and she showed me into the lounge. There were two sofa's, a big TV, a stereo and a coffee table. Several pictures dotted the walls but she didn't tell me who they were of and I didn't ask. &#034Sit down, put some music on, make yourself at home. I'll go and put the kettle on if you want, or would you prefer something else? I might have some wine.&#034 &#034A beer would be good,&#034 I said, &#034if you have one.&#034 She left me to it and I checked out her CD collection. There was a good mix, from early 70s soul and funk right up to Ellie Goulding. I chose an 80s soul compilation, figured out how to work the stereo and put it on. By the time I'd finished, ...