1. The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham


    Date: 7/29/2024, Categories: Lesbian Sex, Author: byTHBGato, Source: Literotica

    ... pass around the tables and checked all was ok, clearing some empty plates. As I dropped them in the kitchen, the nachos were just being plated up.
    
    Time to find out.
    
    Priya:
    
    I ought to just pay my tab and go.
    
    As I pulled out my phone to text Tim my-would-be-but-will-not-be date to cancel, it buzzed.
    
    Sry leave now I be there asap
    
    Hmmm. Not wild about the bad grammar. Two strikes already. Oh well, might as well wait now.
    
    "Mind if I join you?"
    
    I glanced up to see the blue-eyed waitress sliding into the seat opposite me, as she deposited a plate of veggie nachos between us.
    
    "Um...." I struggled to reply.
    
    "I'm on a break for the next 15 minutes. I figured, I'd sit with you and spare you looking like... well... a spare," she explained. "If that's ok with you..." she finished, raising that pierced eyebrow.
    
    "Umm... sure? I guess...." Wow, that was thoughtful of her.
    
    "You don't seem sure.... Look, I'll go as soon as your date gets here."
    
    "No, I mean, yes, thanks, that's kind." I was actually touched: it was so lovely to think that people could just do random acts of kindness with no ulterior motive.
    
    "You're welcome. Have some nachos: they're veggie."
    
    "Oh I couldn't," I protested.
    
    "No, please, I won't be able to eat them all. I'm Kate by the way," she proffered her hand.
    
    "Priya," I said, taking her long, strong fingers in mine. "Thank you. Actually, I'm starving, so if you're sure....?"
    
    "Please, tuck in. The guacamole is super ...
    ... fresh."
    
    Slathered in sour cream, guacamole and refried beans, they weren't the daintiest thing to eat, but we dug in. They were delicious.
    
    "So, meeting anyone special?" she asked.
    
    "Well, probably not. I lost a bet."
    
    "Oh yeah - this sounds like a story! Do tell."
    
    "Well, I lost a game of Rummikub, and now my flatmates all get to set me up on a blind date each. I've got to go on three!"
    
    "Ha ha! That's brilliant. I love Rummikub."
    
    "So do I.... normally! Anyway, this one is one of Melissa's colleagues. He's called Tim, he's a solicitor. Ithink I remember him from a gig but... I'm not hopeful. Bad grammar on his last text. Total red flag."
    
    "So true. Apostrophes all the way."
    
    "Yes! Oh my God, so nice to meet somebody who appreciates punctuation."
    
    "It can save your life: commas are the difference between "Let's eat, Grandma" and "Let's eat Grandma!""
    
    I laughed. I'd heard that one before, but she told it well.
    
    "So you don't have high hopes then?" she asked.
    
    "Not really. Truth is, my romantic history is embarrassingly awful," I found myself saying, sort of surprised to be so candid. "I love romance novels, and I'd love to find that. Maybe it's me, or maybe it's fate telling me to wait, but nobody I've met has sparked anything in me. I thought I'd found somebody a couple of times... but, nah." I thought about the boys whose dance floor moves had never transferred to bedroom passion. Dancing got me in the mood easily. "To be honest, it's kind of a relief ...
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