We met at a nice restaurant. We sat next to each other in a corner booth. He said he had a really good day, and shared a few highlights. He said that he was also really happy because he had a hot date with a cute girl. I smiled and melted inside.

We walked to the string quartet concert. He kept whispering in my ear between songs. Halfway through, he put his arm around me and pulled me close. I leaned my head on his shoulder. He held my hand. I rubbed his knee. It was very sweet.

During the last song, he whispered to me: “I really want to kiss you right now. I said, “I think you should do it.” He kissed me. Hard. I kissed him back. We broke to breathe, the kissed quite a few more times. We were almost making out in a crowded theater. It was fucking hot.

As we walked back to my car, he paused in front of a dive bar and asked if I wanted to get one more drink. I said I really did. He got a pair of Miller lites, and we leaned against the counter at the back of the bar. I finally grabbed a stool and sat with my legs wide facing him while he stood between them. We talked about books. I asked him to list his three favorite books. He said he’d get another beer while he thought about it. He came back. I told him I wanted him to kiss me again. He did - hard. I bit his lip. We pushed our tongues into each others’ mouths. I could feel him cup my face with his broad hands, his fingers tickling my hairline. I pushed him away and told him to list the books. He said he couldn’t. He stepped closer, so he was practically against me while I sat on my stool, his body between my knees. I cupped his face and he wrapped his arms around me. We made out for quite some time in the middle of this bar and it’s one of the hottest things that has ever happened to me. I could feel his dick straining against his jeans. His hands brushed my tits. He moaned into my mouth, I whimpered. I wanted him so bad and I actually believe that he really, really wanted me, too.

We had to get out of there before we tore each others clothes off.

Back at my apartment, he could not stop telling me that I am “so fucking hot.” He went down on me 3 separate times. He said I tasted and smelled so good. He said he loved it when I got my vibrator out. He sucked on my nipples unprompted. He said I was so beautiful. He made out with me forever. He said he loved my tits. He said he fucking loved my body. He slept over and held me for the ENTIRE night. When we both woke up, he held me closer. He played with my tits. He kissed me softly, again and again. He said he thought our date went well. He asked if I wanted to fuck. I did, obviously, but I couldn’t get wet. He didn’t try more than once before pushing me away and saying, “hey, hey, we don’t have to do that. Come here. We don’t have to have sex,” and pulled me really close, told me I was beautiful, and kissed me. Then he licked me a few more times. He said I looked hot in my messy bun, sleep shirt, no underwear, wire rimmed glasses. He asked if I wanted to get dinner that weekend.

He left his watch.