The Wicked Wednesday prompt for this week is:
I had another post lined up for today, but then, while I was at the spa this week and on the receiving end of a relaxing massage, I had some sweet sexy thoughts and knew I would much rather post something else. You see, on Saturday, for the first time in years, I have a date with a woman. I won’t be alone with her. Her husband will be there too, and so will mine. But mainly this is about her and me being together. And believe me, my imagination is running wild. I am hovering between intense excitement and nerves.
She and I have another date before Saturday. On Thursday we will meet for dinner. This can either be seen as foreplay or as the two of us making each other nervous for Saturday. And of course, just like I fantasized about her before and I fantasize about Saturday, I fantasize about our dinner date…
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I arrived at the restaurant quite some time before Dena. She had already warned me that she would arrive a bit later than me. I ordered myself something to drink and then waited. My movements seemed relaxed when I brought my glass to my mouth to drink, but inside I was feeling very nervous. How will this meeting go? Oh, I knew we would have a good time together. That was one thing that I did not doubt for one moment. But would there be a hint of sexiness while we had our dinner? Would we touch each other? Would we feel comfortable doing so if it happened? Or would we just leave it for our next meeting?
I played all these questions around in my mind, avoiding the obvious: what I wanted. I tried not to think about what I hoped would happen. I tried to forget all the fantasies I had before this meeting. I tried to ignore the longing inside me. I ignored it because I was afraid that I would be too disappointed if it did not happened. What I longed for was her touch. To feel her soft touch on my skin. Just a touch. Her hand on mine. Her knee brushing against mine. I longed to touch her, but did not know if she wanted it too. I did not even know whether I would even be able to make the first move. I have the tendency to over-think things and that mostly resulted in nothing happening rather than me following my instincts. I decided to concentrate on just having a nice time with her, to ‘bond’ some more before our next meeting.
I was totally lost in thought… thinking about Dena and longing for her to be there. I looked through the window, watching the people that walked by, but I did not really see them. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned my head. Dena’s face was only centimeters from mine. She looked at me for only a split second and then moved her face closer to mine. I knew she was going to kiss me. I felt the adrenaline rushing through my body. Before any thoughts could form in my mind, her soft lips were on mine. Softly she kissed me, lingering, parting her lips ever so slightly. I felt the excitement in my body. Her tongue touched my lips. My tongue touched hers. I could feel my nipples harden and pressing against the inside of my bra. My breathing quickened. For a brief moment, our tongues softly explored before we pressed our lips together and the kiss stopped far too quickly.
“Hello sexy!” Dena said with a broad smile as she sat down and beckoned for the waiter to come over so she could order herself a drink.
The air around us was pregnant with expectation and promise…
© Rebel’s Notes
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