It Was A Blind Date - Sex Stories

It Was A Blind Date

It was a blind date, a type of date he’d sworn he would never go on. In Tom’s tough guy days, when he was in college and was dating classmates, his attitude to this would have been, “I’ll never be that desperate.” His inexperience with life never taught him that existence isn’t set by any means, not by a long shot. And what you think will be is often taxed with a heavy dose of irony, commonly referred to as reality. Here he sat now, distant from his fighting weight and drinking to occupy his time for what was sure to be a depressing showdown, set up by one of his married friends. Looking at the menu then glancing back at his watch he became annoyed that this mystery girl was now running late; how pathetic had life become? His biological pessimism struck when he told himself, I was stood the fuck up ! As he rubbed his forehead with the back of his thumb, the knuckle digging deep, he got up. He was about to leave when he heard a sultry voice from behind him say, “Excuse me.” Turning around and seeing that the sexy voice matched the face he almost forgot to nod. “Um, yeah, hello. You must be Celeste?” He rose to meet this attractive, petite woman and shook her slender hand as she observed him, somewhat amused. Her face was heart shaped with features sharp and dark from tanning. Her nose small, and turned up a little, gave her a young appearance. She reminded him of a sexy girl next door type, but it was her eyes that pulled people in: Dark blue, piercing and almond shaped, that ...

... lock of straight black hair falling over her left eye, just barely hiding it, gave off a very sensual look that Tom desired. “Well, good to meet you, Tom. You’ve been waiting long?” She pointed to the three empty whisky glasses on his table. Tom laughed a little too hard at that and, embarrassed, pulled out her seat while she sat, crossing her toned legs. Her dress was carmine red and tight, crossing itself at the center of her chest while showing off her great cleavage; in fact Tom had a hard time not staring at the way the light in the dim restaurant glowed over the valley of her dark breasts. “Can we order quickly?” she asked, staring down at the Leather clad menu. “I’m starving and I just need something in me.” Tom took a gulp of his whiskey - served neat - while almost laughing like a stupid kid at Celeste’s comment. When the waitress arrived he ordered his drink, then pointing to Celeste the waitress took her order. He'd learned something in college; never order a woman’s drink unless she lets you. The waitress took their menu orders and told them it would be about fifteen minutes. “Sounds good; this will also be on one bill.” The waitress nodded, leaving the two alone. “Do you like French food, Celeste? I haven’t been here for a while, but I remember it being great and it still looks kinda the same.” He clenched his teeth as soon as the words left him, annoyed at his tedious rambling. She just shrugged her slender shoulders, “I guess, but Tom, a better question would ...