Last week, I went on a date with George. He owns a restaurant in downtown Montreal. Yes. Hot! A man with a business and money. What more could a girl want? Clearly, I didn’t put too much thought into this since he was gorgeous and most likely had half the female population of the world after him. He was still a fun flirt via phone/text.
In our first phone call there was a MAJOR red flag since he jumped into phone sex. ON THE FIRST CALL!I let it go.. it was enjoyable. I wondered if it would be just as good in person. Hmm. He called for six consecutive nights following our sexy chat which he repeated each time. We texted throughout the day… hourly. If I hadn’t have been careful, I’m sure my heart would have gotten involved.
George was the living version of Christian Grey. He was tall, dark, devious, handsome, and a well-experienced 36. He drove an SLK and worked out daily. Oh my. What had I gotten myself into? He spoke to me with such command and confidence, such a turn-on.
Then one night, I was on my way home from work when he called to invite me to his place for drinks. I thought it was a little too soon to be going straight to his condo (in the heart of downtown). Then he mentioned “his place” meaning the restaurant. So I agreed. I had intense butterflies on the drive over. We had added each other on Facebook, so he had seen full body pictures of myself. There shouldn’t have been any sort of fear.
I pulled up to the Italian/Greek fine cuisine restaurant and managed to drive over the curb. Me.. the car/driver fanatic. I’ve never done that in my life. Of course, he was standing by the door in dark jeans and a crisp white collared shirt. I had to concentrate really hard to keep from gawking. Was this happening? I was about to be alone with this man..in his restaurant… OMG!
He laughed and told me to park in the alley next to “his place.” He was even more good looking in person. I parked and he opened the door for me, held out his hand and led me into the closed restaurant. This was such a thrill… everything was dim and there was music and wine waiting for us at one of the tables overlooking the city.
We talked for a little bit…
And then.. it happened..
We were talking about how tall he was… and then he got up.. told me to stand up right beside him to demonstrate that he was taller…
He kissed me gently.. and then ravaged my neck. I’m not sure what he was doing but I came while he was vacuuming/suckling/whatever-ing my neck. A first for me. WOW. He has certainly raised the bar for future “necking.” He then started to move his hand into my new black satin swingers dress.
It looked something like this…
Little black dress….
I could see where this was going. Thank goodness I shaved my legs before work that morning.
He led me away from the windows to a booth in the back where he turned into a horn dog. Here I was all lady-like and sophisticated and we were tearing at each other. As soon as he pulled out his cock, the little yellow light went off in my head. Little goddess inside me was yelling at me NO SEX! I ignored it and I went to my knees instantly. Being a virgin for so long you learn to please in other ways. For the first time in my life, I managed to deep throat a 9 inch cock while looking up at him with my tongue sticking out to lick.. other parts of his anatomy. How on earth is that possible? It was all in the heat of the moment. I could feel his cock starting to twitch; so I slowed down. George pulled me to my feet and kissed me with soooo much need that I could feel my clit start to throb. With one sweep of his arm he cleared the table behind me and pushed me back… lifting up my dress… and you obviously know where this is going…
On the table.. on the floor.. on the top of the bar…
Finally, he came on my face with my mouth open as we had discussed in our previous conversations. Without a word, I went to clean up leaving him back at our table. He had refilled my glass with wine. I knew that nothing was going to come of us but it was something that I will always remember.
George.
He walked me to my car, “We’ll talk?” he said. “As you wish,” I answered.
And I drove home.
He texted me 3 days later, but I didn’t respond.
Who knows….
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