Fuck! I was going to be late again, and possibly late enough to lose the reservation. I wanted to text her so she would know to talk to them and ensure they held the table, but I was having a hard time admitting to myself how late I was actually going to be. It was also just a crappy way to kick off the date, so I only wrote, ‘on my way, not going to make it early as I had planned’, then went back to believing I was going to make it in time.

I walked in, and was just starting to talk to the hostess when I saw her. She turned full body to face me, smiling broadly from the table. I instantly relaxed, smiled back, informed the waitress and walked over. She straightened and her smile just kept getting bigger, I think she said quietly, ‘Hi’ or something like that. I walked up close to her, so that the edges of our bodies were touching. Put my finger tips on her neck and slowly bent to kiss her softly on the mouth. ‘Hello’, I replied looking into her eyes.

Once I sat down, I was able to really take her in. She looked good. She was more dressed up than I’d ever seen her. I liked it, but part of me flinched at the same time because I was more dressed down than usual, just slacks and a sweater. As dinner progressed she leaned further and further in towards me. I’m convinced her eyes got more sparkly as well. The further she leaned, the more I could see the edges of her red lace bra. This made the fact that we were at a table and seated on opposite sides begin to frustrate me. I wanted to touch the edges of her bra. From her expression and body language, I knew she knew, I wanted to to.

I stood up and walked around the table. Slid my hand across her abdomen and her chin tilted up to me. I kissed her again, hand hooked on the opposite side of her waist. It was a longer kiss this time, still just one kiss, but lingering. Then I continued on to the restroom.

When we walked out, I grabbed her arm, held it tight and pulled her snug into me as we walked. We passed a dive bar with high booths and a band playing. We ducked in. She talked, I let my fingers play up and down her shoulders and neck. Later with my other hand I did similar to her arm, her own hands, and then her thighs. When I went higher up her leg and pressed along the crease where leg meets torso she collapsed into me and stopped talking. I let my other hand drop from behind her neck and brushed her hair back above and behind her ear. I kept doing that as I continued to let my fingers work. I could feel myself heating between my legs. Feel my want climbing to the surface. The room grew smaller… no bigger than just us.

When her body shuttered, lips parted, and she gasped air; her head fell back and my mouth was on hers. Whenever I kiss her, I can feel her eagerness with such transparency. The reveal always delights me. I brought my other hand from between her legs up to her neck. I place it palm flat, let my fingers wrap around, before I let it start to slowly slide down. I love to hold my hand flat across a woman’s chest and squeeze and explore sliding it all the way out to her armpits. I can hear her whimpers against my lips. I let my pinky finger split off and down and at first over the top edges of that lace red bra, then just under, just the tips. But now I’m losing myself too, and I want more, I feel strong, ravenous, and unstoppable. The muscles along the sides of my hips clinch. I push my pinky all the way down to slide over the edge of her aureole and then slowly in, till it is pushing against the firmness of her nipple. I move achingly slow, as much for my own sake as for hers, relishing every second of the pounding in my head and chest, how I crave this! At last, I use the pad on the tip of my pinky finger to circle the tip of her nipple lightly. I feel her body go slack, her breathing change. ‘Fuck’, I want to pull her shirt down right here, I want her breasts fully exposed to the entire bar, I want them pert and aching, and the cool air raising goose bumps all along her flesh. As my mind toys with the idea of doing it, another finger slides under, now I am pinching and rolling and she is gasping.

The bartender has come over to to he table, I hadn’t noticed, he taps me. I pull my hand out of her shirt. He walks away, she looks at me dreamy eyed and asks if he said something. I want to tell her how little I care, but I just shake my head and smile. Then I put my hand over her mouth kiss her face, then let my hand slip down so my fingers are along the sides of her mouth and against her jaw. We kiss hard, with my hands firmly holding her for a long time. I slip one finger into her mouth then pull back. Kiss her mouth lightly, then the side of her nose, her eye, her forehead, before dropping my hand, giving her a chance to come round. When she lifts her head, I raise my hand and signal the bartender for the check.