The Guy


Lisa quietly undressed herself in the darkness of the bedroom. Stripping down to her white panties she tossed her other clothes into the hamper and pulled a tee shirt over slender frame. The shirt fell down to just below her backside and as she slipped under the sheets she pulled it up so that her panties were free. Although she hadn’t thought about masturbating, she couldn’t help sliding her hand under the soft cotton fabric. Within seconds she was in ecstasy, purring softly as she ran her index finger along the outer cleft of her tenderest region. She would tease herself by entering one finger, then two into her moist pussy, pulling them out quickly and then pausing for as long as she could stand it.             Lying next to her in the bed was the biggest enigma in her life. She had first met Chris when she was a little girl. He had lived next door to her family and they often spent time together as they grew up. Although their relationship had always been overtly platonic, Lisa frequently considered him to be more interesting than the other boys she knew. While she had been away at school she thought about him more than virtually anyone else, certainly more than when they had been together growing up. She remembered liking his attitude toward life, a caustic yet concerned approach that unfortunately hadn’t evolved into any sort of action. That she found to be lamentable. He could be quite funny when he wanted to be, but he could also lapse into a dislocated state where he was hard to reach…both physically and psychologically. Finally, although Chris was very good looking, he almost never tried to look good. He usually seemed to be deliberately sabotaging his appearance by wearing old, ragged clothes, not shaving or spending enough time combing his hair and in general presenting a poor image. Lisa was typically unimpressed by this, though there were exceptions, and as the years had passed she thought more about his favorable qualities and the fun, easy relationship they had.             One day she had bumped into him when he was going out to a dinner party. She hardly recognized him. He was wearing a beautiful dark blue suit, white shirt and yellow silk tie. His hair was cut short and neat. Even his shoes were newly polished, shining in the late afternoon sun. While she pretended to be in somewhat of a hurry, she nonetheless made sure to compliment him and lingered long enough in his presence to let him know that she was intrigued. She had run her hand down the lapels of his jacket, caressed his tie, and when they parted she had held onto his sleeve for several long moments…their eyes locked together longingly, an unforced smile gracing both of their faces.             That chance encounter was happily the start of something new between them. A few days later he telephoned her for the first time since she could recall. She was shocked at the confident tone he projected as he had never been one for exceptional self esteem. They talked until four in the morning, and by the time they hung up he had asked her to go out that Friday night. She felt herself floating off to sleep that night and woke up feeling like she had been in the clouds. She couldn’t visualize her dreams but she had an overwhelming sense of calm that lasted for the entire week. On Thursday she bought a new dress during her lunch, then after considering her wardrobe options, went out and bought a new pair of high heels and a matching black leather purse. When she drove home from the mall she started to question whether she was being silly. She continued to debate her feelings that night. In the morning she had reached a conclusion…she would go with her impulse and see what happened. During lunch she went out a bought a pair of black silk stockings, garter belt, black lace bra and panties. He had better be worth it.             When she got home that night she bee-lined for the shower and reveled in her lack of anxiety. As she swiftly lathered her body she playfully teased her nipples and made swirling motions around them with her soapy finger. She toyed with the idea of fingering her wet pussy, but resisted temptation…for the time being. Anyway she liked the sexual edge she was perched on. She dressed carefully, admiring her curves in the mirror. She especially liked the way her new bra pushed her breasts up and out. After fastening her garters to her stockings she took another look at the mirror and quite nearly swooned. The dress fit perfectly, seductively hugging her Küçükyalı escort lithe frame. She put on the high heels and noticed how they made her calves stretch into a taut flex, accentuated by the black silk stockings. He had better appreciate this.             She transferred a few essential belongings into her new purse and began to pace up and down the hall. She still had an hour to kill before he got there. Not wanting to lose her edge she avoided the tall glass of vodka she knew would settle her down. She had done that before, for the others. This was going to be different. She lit a cigarette and posed in front of the hall mirror, then she remembered that Chris had quit smoking so she raced back into the bathroom to brush her teeth again. Maybe the vodka was a good idea. Still she was adamant about being herself tonight, and she knew they would probably have a drink before dinner. The last thing she wanted was to be slurring her words during the evening…or worse yet, to be groggy on the car ride home afterwards. If he only knew.               The big hand on the clock apparently had forgotten how to move, so Lisa turned on the t.v. She didn’t want to sit down though, so she stood like a crane in the middle of the room watching nonsensical airwaves dart past her. The time was creeping along. Her stomach was starting to cramp. She wanted another cigarette. She wanted him to get there already. What if he was fashionably late? What if he called to tell her he couldn’t make it? What if a super-galactic force was hovering over the earth preventing time from passing? That was ridiculous. Nothing was wrong.             The phone rang and her heart stopped. She let it ring several more times before answering it. The voice on the other end was cheerful, and foreign. Something about changing her long distance or contributing to the welfare of impoverished nations. They’d have to wait. She saw Chris’ car pull in front of her house and her hand was putting the phone down while the solicitation continued. She didn’t bother to hang up. She just left the phone on the counter. The doorbell rang. Her arm extended to open the door. She was moving but not sure how.             Chris was wearing a dark blue jacket with an exotic red tie contrasting sharply with his light blue shirt. The shirt had a white collar and white cuffs. He was wearing a gold watch. She was making mental notes on every bit of his appearance. Then she realized he had said hello, asked her how she was and had offered her a single long stemmed rose. She hadn’t said anything in response.             “Sorry…I was just checking you out. Nice shirt. Nice tie.”             “I’m glad you like it.”             “I do. It suits you. Do you think…”             “Do you want…”             “Sorry go ahead.”             “No, it’s O.K., you first.”             “I was going to ask if we should put the rose in a vase, if I have one.”             “I don’t know, what do you usually do with the many flowers you must receive?”             “I don’t ever get flowers,” she laughed.             “Really.”             “Really. I haven’t ever.”             “I find that impossible to believe. If you wore that dress more you’d have enough long stemmed roses to open your own florist shop.”             “I’ve never worn this dress before. I bought it just for you.”             “It’s rather breathtaking…I’ve never seen you in anything like it.”             “I’m glad you like it.”             “I do.”             Long silence.             “Now, about that rose.”             “I could put it in a glass of water.”             “You could put it in a glass slipper.”             “I don’t have a glass slipper,” she giggled.             “You could put it in a glass and then put the glass in a slipper.”             “I could slip it into something more comfortable.”             “You could comfortably slip it into a flower bed, but do you think it would take root?”             “I’m sure I could coax this rose into taking root.”             “Do you think it would grow?”             “Do you?”             Their eyes were riveted together and sparkling. She was over being nervous, well Kartal escort bayan at least over being anxious, well…             “Shall we be off then?”             “We shall. As soon as I do this.” She turned to the counter and picked up a glass. She saw her hand turn the faucet on. She saw the water filling the glass. She put the rose in the glass. She turned back to Chris. “We can plant this later tonight.”             “I can’t wait.”             She giggled and they were out the door.                         The car smelled clean as she glided in. Chris closed the door behind her and went around to the driver’s side. As he put the key in the ignition he turned to her and smiled. She leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek, lingering for a second. He moved his head slowly until they faced each other at a distance of less than an inch.             His voice cracked, “that was nice.”             “I wanted to break the tension. I hate wondering what’s going to happen at the end of a date.”             “Me too.”             “I hate tension.”             “So do I.”             “I love your aftershave.”             “I love your loving my aftershave.” He leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips. Then the nose. Then the chin. As he lifted her face she moved closer to him and kissed him on the lips. He playfully bit the tip of her nose.             She kissed his chin. He kissed her on the lips, and her mouth opened ever so slightly. She gripped his lower lip with her mouth and closed her eyes.             His mouth moved over hers and he gently sucked her upper lip. Her kisses probed into his mouth and she flicked his teeth with her tongue which he slowly closed his lips around. He held her head with his hand then moved it down to her neck and caressed it with his finger. Her tongue poked into his mouth and they kissed deeply.             She ran her hand up his sleeve and over his lapel until she felt his shirt. She slid her fingers up his tie and pulled him closer. His other hand touched her bare shoulder and he slipped a finger under the strap of her dress. She played with the knot of his tie and then stroked the collar of his shirt.             “I can’t believe we’re kissing like this,” he whispered.             “Keep kissing me.”             She ran her fingers up his neck, along his cheek and through the hair over his ear. He brought his hand down her shoulder and along her arm towards him. Their tongues were sliding over and under each other, swirling together until they seemed to join.             “I…”             “Keep kissing me.”             They pressed their mouths together tightly. He slid his hand back up her arm and over her shoulder to her back. He pressed it firmly on her flesh, and she suddenly kicked her leg over the gear shift and sat on top of him. She pressed her loins hard into the raging bulge in his pants and he moaned. His hands slipped down her back and rubbed her tight ass, then continued down to her exposed thighs and then moved back up until he felt the satiny gloss of her panties. He squeezed her ass then moved his hands back down her thighs and his fingers discovered her garters. He began alternating between her hot skin and the cooler fabric, slowly stroking each in turn.             She began gyrating her hips so that her pubic mound worked over and over his swollen cock. Her hands tore at the back of his hair then she abruptly pushed herself back by placing her hands on his shoulders.             “I…”             She smiled and said, “…think we’d better get a room?”             “…think the neighbors are watching us.”             “Which ones.”             “All of them.”             She laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard for a few moments longer. “I’m going to explode,” he stammered.             “So am I.”             They kissed each other repeatedly on the lips, and he rolled his head back. She licked his Adam’s apple and then kissed it. His hands slid back up to her ass and he squeezed it again. She rocked back so that her ass and thighs trapped his hands. She grabbed his lapels and pulled him forward until her back pressed against Escort Suadiye the steering wheel. The horn went off like an air raid siren.             “Oh, boy…time to go,” she laughed.             “I don’t think I can drive.”             “Sure you can.”             “I mean to the restaurant.”             “Oh,” she giggled, then added, “you’ll have to do the best you can.”             “With you on my lap?”             “Absolutely.”             “This is crazy.”             “Crazy, that’s not exactly bad, is it?”             “It’s not bad at all.”             “Good. Drive me to the restaurant.”             “I’m thinking food is overrated.”             “Me too,” she quipped.             “I think we should discuss this.”             “I think you should drive me to the restaurant.”             “I think the keys are in my pocket, I can feel them bulging.”             “That’s not your keys. THEY’RE already in the ignition.”             “In the ignition?”             “Yeah, you put them there when we got in the car.”             “Oh. Then what’s this in my pants?”             “We’ll get to that later.”             “I just love it when you’re decisive.”             “Drive me to the restaurant.”                         She wasn’t really hungry at that point, but Lisa had never been an easy girl. At least not with men. She really didn’t have a tremendous amount of experience with them. There had been a few boys that hit on her freshman year of high school, but only two had gone out with her and neither got what they were looking for. Before she was old enough to seriously date she had gone to girls’ school…for three long years. After that she mostly kept to herself, aside from a fling or two with women she liked. In fact, she had pretty much considered herself a lesbian ever since the incident with her friend Caryn so long ago. Most definitely she had through herself that way after the trysts with Julia and Miss Sanders. Miss Sade was different. Lisa liked to be whipped by the old school master but she wasn’t thrilled with things going any further. That was the extent of her sexual history. A lot of masturbation. Very little human contact. More contact with leather straps and whips than flesh and bones really. It left her unsettled to think that she could cover her entire past in five minutes. It left her somewhat unsure of what she should do with Chris.             During the week preceding their date she hadn’t given the idea of making love to him much thought. It might have been in the back of her mind, something surely was compelling her to start making out with him in the car. In broad daylight. In front of the neighbors!             As they sped to the restaurant they didn’t say very much. She looked out the windows at the passing scenery, and tried to think about what she should do after dinner. She most assuredly wanted to be with him, but to sleep with him on their first date after having been friends for so long? Making out had her very wet though, and she knew Chris was too. She felt it through his pants when she was sitting on his lap. They would definitely make out more when they got to her house. She was sure of that. But how much more was still in question.                         Dinner was fun. The restaurant’s atmosphere was cozy and the food was excellent. She let Chris select the courses, an appetizer of tuna carpaccio for him (tuna being strong on his mind she surmised) and braised scallops for her. They enjoyed a half bottle of Meursault and talked about the past. The conversation wasn’t as racy as before, much more akin to the one they had on the phone the other night. That put Lisa at ease and she spent most of the rest of the meal smiling at him. She tried never breaking eye contact with him, even when the waitress brought their entrees.             A full bottle of wine accompanied the main course and they each had a cordial after dinner. Lisa was glad she hadn’t poured herself a vodka earlier in the evening. As it was she felt a little high by the time they made it back out to the car.             Chris asked her if she wanted to go someplace else. He reminded her that he wasn’t much of a dancer, but then told her he’d allow himself to look foolish just for her. She liked that. He was often afraid to put himself in that position, and she correctly reasoned that she had infused in him a good deal of self confidence. She was also feeling good about herself, and began wondering if she should begin treating this as something more than a date.

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