The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli - Sex Stories

The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli

... had been so good to see her, and reassuring too, with the sight of her long legs, graceful arms, blue eyes and slender neck just confirming the feelings that I was now aware I had. We'd been texting almost non-stop while she'd been away, and had chatted a couple of times, including late on Friday for over an hour. I was sold on the rightness of this and long conversations with the girls over the weekend about my past romantic and sexual disasters had just confirmed this for me.

Nadine has spent ages with me helping me choose clothes and do my hair and make up. Tom's eyes had gone wide when he saw me, which suggested it would have the desired effect. Given we were going dancing, I'd gone for sensible platforms with only a slight rise, a colourful split skirt that would allow me to both flash some leg and also twirl out on the dancefloor. It also showed my curves in a flattering light while accentuating my waist. Up top I'd gone for a sparkly tank top that plunged a bit and, with a push up bra, put the girls front and centre. It was warm in the restaurant, so I'd been able to shed the sequinned jacket to leave them on display. My hair was mostly up, with just a few tresses running down my neck and my make up was bold, flashes of gold and glitter bringing out my eyes. I hope she liked!

And here she was! God, she looked gorgeous! Tight, pale jeans gripped her long legs and ran into soft boots. Her bright blue eyes were echoed by a blue jacket, buttoned at the waist, drawing ...

... the eye to what was above. She had on some kind of halter in shimmery material, that plunged at the neck, showing pale cleavage and gentle curves. I could feel heat spreading through me. Her short hair was spiked up, and her long face made more angular and beautiful by gentle highlights. Her pierced eyebrow picked up when she saw me.

I bit my lip: I couldn't help it.

"Priya! What are the chances?" Oh, she wasn't a bad actress!

"Kate, oh my! You look beautiful!" I stood up and wrapped her in a hug that immediately sent waves of warmth to my most intimate parts.

"You too! Is this the third date then? Third time's the charm!"

"We'll see."

"Well, they are going to love your outfit!"

"I really hope so! Join me for a bit?"

"Ok. If you don't mind?"

"As if." I took my seat. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm meeting somebody."

"Somebody special?"

"I hope so," she replied with an enigmatic smile. Oh, so she was going to keep up the pretence! Well, so would I then.

A waiter approached as if on cue (which it totally was - my old coursemate Juan worked here) with another beer for Kate and a pile of veggie nachos.

"Oh, thanks," she said, clearly slightly discombobulated.

"So tell me about this person you're meeting?" I purred, looking her straight in the eye, as I hooked a little bit of sour cream on my finger and slowly sucked it off.

She swallowed, not able to take her eyes off my mouth. This was going well.

"Well, err, they're lovely and ...