The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... More romantic anyway!" Oh, so she had! She gently pulled back my chair for me and then motioned for me to precede her. "Number 23."

"This one?"

"Yes. Here's your wine," she said as I slipped onto the cushioned bench facing the bar and door.

"Thank you," I said.

"Anything else I can get you? Some snacks?"

"That's very tempting.... But no I probably shouldn't."

"Ok. Gimme a wave if you need anything. Hope you don't have to wait much longer."

"Me too! Thanks again."

She lingered a beat with her bright blue eyes on me, then turned and smoothly moved away, snagging my empty and polishing my former table in one fluid flourish. I watched as she stuck it on the bar then, seeming to see the signal for service before it was even made, eased up to a table of six, her touchscreen order pad appearing in her hands almost like magic.

For the want of anything better to do, I watched her over the next few minutes as she weaved with economy and efficiency through the Lounge's eat-in area, occasionally popping behind the bar to fetch drinks or pulling food from the serving hatch. She was so effortless in her movements as her Converse navigated her around the room, it was like watching a dancer. I wondered idly what it would be like going clubbing with her. None of my friends seemed to share my enthusiasm for putting in serious time on the dancefloor, preferring to flit in and out, but looking at the grace of her lithe frame I could imagine her dancing until ...

... dawn.

My phone buzzed. The battery was down to 11% but I had another message:

So, so, sorry. Nearly done. Should be there in 20.

Great! Not. I wondered whether to give this up for the waste of time it clearly was. Maybe I'd just finish the wine and go.

Kate:

Was she checking me out? I swear her eyes were following me as I moved.

She was gorgeous: petite, curvy, full breasted with silky dark hair. She could totally be my type. I'd love to tangle my fingers in that hair while guiding those gorgeous lips over my body. Mmmmmm. I wondered if her date would be male or female? I'd seen her in here before, but only with women, but that didn't mean anything at all apart from the fact she was probably local.

She was looking at me again. I locked eyes with her and raised an eyebrow inquiringly, while holding up the wine bottle. She shook her head in negation and seemed embarrassed at being caught staring.

She was too cute.

Hmmm, what to do? I could talk to her a little and see if I got a hit on my gaydar, then maybe give her my number.

I looked around the bar. It was relatively quiet and we were, frankly, overstaffed. Sarah was just leaning on the bar doing not very much. I made a decision, and quickly rang through an order of veggie nachos which I knew would be ready in next to no time and paid for them.

"Sarah, will you be ok for 10 minutes if I get something to eat? I skipped dinner and there's a friend of mine here."

Not waiting for her to answer, I did a ...