Sitting at the light at the mall exit, I notice a fast food restaurant across the road. I have not had a good hamburger in a long time. There is a good chance I’m not going to have one now but it would be good enough so that I don’t have to fix something when I get home. Besides, going through the drive through would be easier than going home and making something to eat. I still have to take a nap to make sure I’m wide-awake for the big date. It’s going to take some energy to get myself all dressed up so that I make a great impression tonight. The light changes and I ease the car across the road following the arrows for the drive through. Checking the menu, I see a double cheeseburger and a diet coke looks like it will hit the spot. The burger will be just enough food to keep me going but not enough to weigh me down. My dress is roomy but I don’t want to overdo the food now so that I have to oil myself down in order to get into the dress tonight. Any oil involved in tonight’s escapades will occur after the dress is off.
Driving up to the microphone, I hear a crackling voice say “Welcome to Yummy Burgers. How may I help you?” Going through the drive-through is always an experience. In theory it seems like a great timesaving idea; in reality most of the time it is a pain in the ass. The speakers very rarely hear anything as clearly as being face-to-face not that face-to-face is always better. There have been times I have tried to order a sandwich while looking someone straight in the eye and it still takes three attempts to get them to hit the correct button. Ordering through a speaker adds an extra dimension of exasperation to the whole process. Just for the fun of it, I decide to place a side wager with myself. If they get the order right, the first time no sex tonight with Rick. If they don’t get it right the first time, which is what I’m hoping for, then it is straight to the bedroom right after dessert. Okay maybe not right after dessert. We can hang around at the restaurant for a little while talking over coffee. Maybe we could sightsee on the way home but definitely, there will be love tonight.
Crossing my fingers, I lean out the window towards the speaker “I would like a double cheeseburger and a diet Coke with no ice please.”
“That’s a double cheeseburger and a diet Coke with no ice correct?” I cannot believe what my ears just heard. The cheerful little voice on the other end of the speaker actually repeated the order back correctly, damn.
Slowly I bang my head against the padded part of my steering wheel before answering “yes ma’am.” This has to be the first time ever an order is correct and it has to be today. I guess it serves me right for trying to make a deal with the devil. Inching the car towards the pickup window I just cannot believe my luck. Apparently, I’m going to have to count on good looks and humor to get me into the sack tonight. I suppose it’s better this way. At least if we end up in bed together tonight I will know Rick really wanted to be the there and it was not because the fast food gods decided to do me a favor. Reaching the window, I grab my food, thank the cashier, and wheel out of the parking lot.
Driving home, I marvel at what a beautiful day it has turned out to be. The sun is shining brightly into the car with a soft breeze blowing through the windows. It is just warm enough so you don’t need a jacket or sweater but not too hot, that you will be sweating buckets of salty dew all over your skin. My hand reaches out to touch the button to open the sunroof and enjoy more of this glorious day when suddenly I stop. I almost blew my haircut away. If I had slid open the top of my car, the breeze would have come in and destroyed all the hard work Jellio put into my hair. Then the only thing I would have to show for today is a double cheeseburger wrapper and an empty cup. I really need to work on my impulse control. Stopping at the next red light I check in the mirror to see if my hair still looks the way it did at the salon. Close enough I say to myself. I probably should roll up the windows just to make sure my hair makes it home in one piece. Pulling up on the button the windows slowly raise until there is no longer a breeze flowing through the car. I turn on the air conditioner to blow some cool air into the vehicle so the rest of the ride home is comfortable.
Who would have thought I would need the air conditioner on in the end of November? This is a good omen. I found the perfect dress, the perfect haircut, and the perfect shoes to use on the perfect day. That must mean this will be a perfect date. I had better cross my fingers just to make sure the good mojo continues. Grabbing the lunch, I walk into the house for a few minutes of relaxation. As I close the door, I catch my hand reaching up to knock on the wood. Laughing to out loud, I rap three times because you just can’t take any chances.
Plopping down on the couch, I unwrap my sandwich as Phritz and Kahlúa decide to pay a visit. They sniff at the wrapper and then back off because they know eating human food is taboo. Especially my human food. I run my hands across the fur on their backs just for the relaxation. There is something about petting a cat that helps clear your mind. The automatic motion of your hand against fur lets your mind go blank allowing only the important thoughts to break through. I wonder if Rick’s hair feels this soft. I picture us sitting on the couch watching TV with my hand caressing the back of his head. My fingers twist his soft supple locks turning them into ringlets that fall enticingly across his shoulder. I can’t resist kissing his shoulder, drinking in the salty taste of his skin.
Long hair on a man can be so sexy if they take care of it and curls just add to the allure. I have found it’s one of the world’s great mysteries as to why some men have the most beautiful hair while most women have to pay to have the same look. Men are discouraged from appreciating their beautiful hair. Society won’t let them wear their hair long with curls hanging down or pinned up into a beautiful style. No, it is not manly. Society insists they shear their hair off so they all look alike. Granted some men should be clean-shaven just as some women should have short hair. The style suits their face, makes them more attractive, and seem more competent. Of course, there are those that should wear their hair under a bag or at least a hat to spare the rest of us the pain caused by the burning sensation in our eyes from looking at the tangled mess. Crew cuts should be mandatory for those that just can’t seem to run a comb through their hair on a regular basis. However, I digress.
Today is only supposed to be spent reflecting on the beautiful things in life so I will get back on track with my previous thoughts. Some men on the other hand, look fabulous with shoulder length hair. Whether straight or curly it gives them a manlier look that also exudes strength in sexuality. Look at Hercules. He had long hair, which supposedly brought him strength. Tell me honestly that you could look at him and not want to jump his bones. You can’t. You know you can’t. That is how I’m seeing Rick right now. I can tell by the way he wears his clothes that muscles thrive underneath the fabric. I can’t wait to get my hands inside the fabric so I can feel all the muscles of his lean luscious body. I have seen the curls in his hair so the rest of the package has to be as beautiful. Picturing his nude body sends me into orgasmic heaven. If just a picture in my mind of what I think he looks like makes me this hot, we are going to have trouble getting through the dinner part of tonight’s date. Given the right signals, I might just have a glass of water, announce that I’m full and need to go home. There is no way I’m going to be able to sit across a dinner table from this gorgeous man and keep my hands to myself let alone my thoughts clean.
Finishing my sandwich, I crumble up the wrapper, toss it in the bag and take it out in the kitchen to put it in the trash. I had better straighten up this kitchen just in case we decide to come back here tonight for dessert. I would not be opposed to going to a hotel, though. It has been a long time since I enjoyed room service along with a pre-made bed. If we do get a hotel room tonight, I want one with the huge bathtub and shower enclosure. If there is going to be lovemaking tonight, the foreplay will start at dinner and continue right on through until penetration. There is no better place for foreplay than in the shower. Not only will both bodies be squeaky clean it will give us a chance to explore each other looking for that sweet spot that will need
more attention once we hit the sheets. Sharing kisses under the warm spray emitting from the shower can simulate a romantic rainy summer day. As I run warm soapy water in the sink to clean up the last few dishes on the counter, my mind starts to drift to that imaginary bathroom waiting for us tonight.
Instead of dirty dishes, I see a bathtub filling up with bubbles, warm soapy bubbles just waiting to be popped by my fingers, toes and other pointy body parts. I wonder how hard it is to pop bubbles with erect nipples and a rock hard penis. It could become a new water sport better than water polo. Instead of tossing a ball around trying to get it into a net, you would be tossing nipples around poking at bubbles. Okay maybe tossing is a bad word to use. That indicates your nipples have left your body, which would be very very wrong. Instead, think of it as bobbing for bubbles.
Depending on the size of your breasts, you may need a facemask and a snorkel tube to play the game but it would be fun to see how many bubbles you could pop in a minute. The bathtub would have to be big enough to accommodate the waves caused by your breasts bobbing up and down in the water. You should be able to pop twice as many bubbles as your partner since he will only have one penis and you will have two nipples in play. The only way he could possibly win would be to orgasm during the game and have his juices pop a whole mess of bubbles at once. That would be a waste of good energy. For some men that would be the end of the night. You might just as well at that point jump into bed and turn on the late night talk show.
You might still get some foreplay and if he is a good man, he will satisfy you but I would not expect any more penis action. I can see having fun trying to get the blood flowing through his veins. Just because his shaft isn’t rock hard doesn’t mean you can’t use a little tongue action to see if you can get something started. I’m betting that Rick is not a one trick pony. I’m betting that he has at least three good orgasms in him. I know I do. Who knows maybe there will be four? Okay no sense being greedy on the first date. There needs to be some surprises to discover later on in the relationship.
Suddenly, I’m brought back to the present as water starts to splash out of the sink onto the floor. Great one more mess I need to clean up before tonight. I really need to start paying attention the present instead of dreaming about the future. I would not have half as much work to do if I would just pay attention to what is going on and not keep living in my dreams. That is one reason I’m hoping tonight works out in my favor. I figure that if I have someone to keep me company periodically, I could then get out of my imagination and back into the real world. Not that imagination is a bad thing. I plan to incorporate a lot of imagination into the next few years if Rick and I turn out to be a match. The difference is he will be sharing the storylines with me making them a reality and not just scenes playing out in my head day after day to amuse only myself. It will feel good to have a partner for change.
I’ve waited a long time to have someone who could truly be a partner in a real adult relationship. Quite often, they want to be daddy figures or bosses and I have one of each. I don’t need another one. I need a man who’s strong enough to share opinions, have conversation, do the house work, do the shopping, make some money and truly share life and all the things that go along with it without being intimidated by a woman ready willing and able to do the same thing. In addition, he has to be cute with a drop dead gorgeous body. I’m ready to compromise but there’s a few things that I really need to make it worthwhile and muscles on a man are one of them. Call me sexist I don’t care. Luckily, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it does not take much for me to find somebody beautiful. Manners, muscles, good hygiene, and a sense of humor are all I need to find somebody attractive.
Grabbing a towel, I get down on my hands and knees and start mopping up the puddle of water pooled on the floor. Looking up I see my reflection in the glass of my oven door and noticed that my hair needs to be fixed. It has gone a little bit limp on the right-hand side so I had better allot extra time with the curling iron.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Rick standing behind me with his curly locks flowing and a towel wrapped around his waist. Slowly he kneels down behind me and kisses the center of my back. A shiver runs up my spine as his lips touch my skin, parting ever so slightly so that I can feel his warm breath. I can feel his hand gently glide over my backside caressing my thigh and stopping at my foot. His strong fingers start to massage the bottom of my foot, which slowly relaxes my body and excites it at the same time. As my eyes start to close, I begin enjoying the long dormant feelings reawakening in my body.
Suddenly the familiar jingle of my phone breaks through. Damn it all to hell, my mind screams as I slowly get up to answer the phone. This had better be good. Reaching the phone, I recognize the number right away and my heart starts to go pitter-patter.
“Hello,” I say cheerily hoping to hear the same cheery voice on the other end of the line.
“I just had a few minutes and it wanted to catch you to tell you how much I’m looking forward to tonight,” Rick purrs into the phone. “I hope this doesn’t sound pathetic but it has been such a long time since I’ve had a dinner date with an attractive woman that I’m a little bit nervous about tonight. I know men are supposed to be strong but we also have feelings. I guess I’m just trying to find out if you’re looking forward to this date is much as I am.”
Dancing around the room trying to stifle a huge grin I compose myself to answer. I have to make sure he does not hear the little giggle welling up in my throat trying to escape. I know it’s from excitement but he might not take it that way and I really need to have this date.
“I’m so looking forward to having dinner with you. I truly believe we are going to have a good time. Any chance you want to move it up a couple hours?” Standing there with fingers crossed I wait for his answer.
“I can be there in an hour if that will give you enough time to get ready,” Rick answers quickly. I can hear the anticipation in his voice as he waits for my answer.
“I can be ready in an hour. If you are not real fussy about how I look I can be ready in thirty minutes. In fact, I can begin getting ready right now. That’s the beauty of cell phones. For all you know I’m in my bedroom changing right now.” Lord I hope I have not gone too far. I don’t want to scare the man off before I have had a chance to dazzle him.
“I will see you in an hour,” Rick responds very quickly. Standing there, I hug the phone to my chest ecstatic that we seem to be in harmony. On the outside, I look like a very happy middle-aged woman getting ready for the perfect date. On the inside, however I’m an excited fifteen year-old jumping up and down as fast as I can shouting my excitement to the skies. If you had told me a month ago I would get this excited over the attentions of a man, I would have asked you if you had bumped your head that morning. It’s not that I don’t like men, I love men. They can be fun, quirky, and lovable. I could not possibly picture a world without men. While I truly feel women are the superior sex, they can be quite bitchy especially when they have no one to help release their tensions. Therefore, unless everyone on earth is a lesbian we really need men if only for fun and entertainment. Since I don’t intend to become a lesbian, I need a man. I need this man.
Racing up the stairs, I make my way towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. Effortlessly, I toss my shirt on the floor, kick my pants out of the way and toss my bra on the bed. I grab a hairclip to pin my hair up so that I don’t have to completely blow dry the style again. Gingerly I step under the warm water, grab the sponge, and quickly lather up with liquid soap the consistency of heavy cream. The sponge glides over my skin covering every inch in rich lather. I have to clean all the places I expect Rick’s tongue to be tonight. All the soapy suds have to go down the drain to make sure he tastes me not the soap. Luckily, the soap is unscented so it won’t clash with the perfume I picked out for tonight. I have a special perfume saved for just this occasion. It is supposed to drive men wild. I would be happy if it just worked on one man tonight.
After rinsing off, I jump out of the shower wrapping a towel around my breasts and head for the makeup table.
With hair pinned up, I quickly apply makeup. Just a touch of foundation along with a little rouge will highlight my high cheekbones. Next, I reach for the eye shadow. Since the dress is cranberry, a nice dusty rose will highlight my blue eyes. Next, I grab the mascara brush; this stuff is supposed to give me long luscious eyelashes and it had better work. One of the tricks I have learned is to apply it only on the upper lash. Repeated blinking transfers the mascara to the lower lash lowering your chances of smearing it on your freshly painted cheeks. It also saves time since it takes twice as long to clean up the smear on your cheek as it does to just do the upper lashes and let it go. Releasing the hair clip my hair falls gently to my shoulders needing only a slight tousle with my fingers to make it look sexy and smooth. I lightly run a brush through it twisting the curls before pulling out the big guns a.k.a. hairspray. Extra hold hairspray lightly spritzed in the air above my head will keep each hair in place but still touchable. The whole idea of the hairstyle is to make Rick want to run his fingers through my hair. How awkward would it be for him to put his fingers in my hair and then have them stuck there because of the hairspray?
Imagine calling the paramedics to the restaurant because his hand was stuck to my head. I wonder if they would bring a fire truck or just a little ambulance. Firefighters in their suits would crash through the restaurant door looking for the damsel in distress. They wouldn’t have to look very hard because she would be under a table hiding her head trying not to be any more embarrassed than she already was. They could just look for the man sitting in a chair with his hand underneath the table still attached to the woman's hair. It would be a simple rescue, just cut the hair to release his hand. The hard part would be crawling out from underneath the table and facing the rest of the customers still dining at the restaurant. After all the commotion created by the sirens and firefighters walking through the restaurant was over it would be difficult to fade away into the moonlight. I’m sure after that we would be finding a different restaurant to eat at next time. I would rather have my curls go limp during the meal than risk ruining any part of foreplay tonight. Rick will definitely need both hands with all ten fingers working properly tonight.
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