Blind Date

I'm a pretty good looking guy. Tall. Dark haired. Broad shoulders. I've been having a little trouble, finding dates lately. Seems all the good ones are taken. So. I finally signed up for one of those matchmaking services. I put all my information into the form they had me fill out. And, then I waited to see what would happen. Within a few days, I had heard from several promising ladies. But, one stood out in my mind. I asked her to meet me at my favorite French restaurant. I wanted to impress her, you see.

She met me at the door, wearing a pair of leather sandals. Very sexy on her dainty, slender feet. I figured her for a size seven foot. Her toes were painted pink. Her short black skirt was midway up her thighs. She had on a tight, silk blouse that barely held back her well rounded breasts. I was immediately in lust. The maitre'd showed us our table, in the back, in the corner. It was dark and secluded. He knew what I wanted. He smiled when I slipped him something extra. I held her chair out, so she could be seated. As she lowered herself into her chair, she gave me a wink. You know. One of THOSE winks. I knew then the night was going to be special.

The conversation flowed as easily as the wine being poured into our glasses. The soft light from a single candle on the table gave our table a romantic feel. By the time we finished our main course, I knew that there was chemistry between us. The warm flame of the candle was a spark compared to the hot passion I was beginning to feel inside. I could tell she felt the same way. We were sipping another glass of delicious wine, when she asked me if I wanted dessert. I signalled the waiter to come to our table and gave the order for cherries jubilee, a fiery dish. She gave me a knowing grin on her face, as she bent slightly. I wasn't quite sure what she was doing, until I felt her feet wrap themselves around my already hard cock

               
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