The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli - Sex Stories

The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli

... you try out your curiosity on, that would hurt too much."

I looked at her expectantly. She seemed blindsided, staring at me slightly wild-eyed. God, maybe Melissa and Jenny were wrong? Maybe this was a massive mistake? "Look, Priya, sorry, I know this is a lot and we're in public," my voice began to crack. Dammit, mustn't cry! "Maybe I should just go and we'll talk later and find a way to get our friendship back on track? Yeah?" I started to push my chair back, trying to wipe my eyes subtly.

Take me!

Two clear, loud notes rang out around the restaurant, cutting over the hubbub. Shocked, I looked at Priya, just as she began singing again.

Take me

Take me dancing

Take me from this place where I can't even breathe

Oh, take me, take me dancing

Got no-one to pray to; I'm on my knees

She sang, clean and high and rich and warm, staring directly at me, an angel, a goddess, not looking away for a moment. I sat there open-mouthed, transfixed, my whole body blushing furiously. My whole world shrunk to this gorgeous, beautiful, brave woman singing to me, drowning me with her eyes.

She paused, and I realised there was dead silence in the restaurant. Even the music had stopped. Then, she smiled and began again.

Take me, take me dancing

Another voice had joined in.

Take me from this place where I can't even breathe

More voices joined, swelling in chorus, adding layers of harmonies, but Priya's rode them all. I tore my eyes away momentarily, to see ...

... Nadine and her band by the bar. My eyes went back to Priya, a lump in my throat. I was close to tears now.

Sail, sail away now

And when you sail away, let me aboard

Cos I am tired, tired of running

Tired of screaming out, and I'm tired of being ignored

More voices had joined, including people at neighbouring tables. A familiar voice yelled out "Where's the beat?" and the waiter started beatboxing, while the bartender began beating out a rhythm on the bottles behind the bar.

Priya stood up, and swayed round to my chair. My mouth was hanging open as she hitched her skirt, straddled my legs, still singing, resting one hand on my shoulder and placing the other behind my neck. My hands automatically went around her. I was intensely aware of the heat of her on my thighs and the press of her chest on mine. As she finished the verse she leaned in to kiss me. Her lips brushed mine, the whole restaurant burst into applause as joy rushed through my veins. She smelled divine, heavenly, of sandalwood and vanilla and a dozen notes I couldn't describe. She tasted of dreams and lust and salt and, unsurprisingly, guacamole. Her tongue teased mine as strands of her glorious hair tickled my cheek. Her hands stroked my neck and curved up into my hair.

It lasted forever and hardly any time at all.

As the applause died down, Priya broke the kiss and, hugging me tight, whispered in my ear: "I'm falling for you too, Kate. But," she kissed my cheek, "I think I'd better get off ...