SexyAuthor aka ThickOne's blog: "Erotic stories"

I wrote this story a number of years ago when internet dating was making the rounds of the major news outlets and it seemed every sitcom at the time had an episode or two devoted to instant messaging. This story later became the first story in a collection of original romantic erotica, but please don't let that deter you from reading it. By any standard, it is extremely tame.

The Kiss

Her heart raced as the time for their meeting drew near. She paced the concrete sidewalk on the corner in front of the coffee shop, stealing glances at the couples inside, sipping espresso and laughing, the not-so-innocent dance that was a prelude to something more. She looked intently through the darkness up and down the street, scanning the face of every man and matching it to the photos she had seen. Men with companions were immediately ruled out - this was a date after all. A first date she reminded herself. The anticipation, the butterflies in the stomach, the heightened senses, the fear of doing something absurd, of tripping when they walked into the restaurant, of going through dinner with something green stuck in her teeth (no broccoli she noted, but realized that lettuce was going to be the bigger problem since she suspected there was very little chance of avoiding a salad).

As if from nowhere he appeared, 20 meters from her and getting closer - he matched his photo (thank god! she thought) - and he exuded confidence, but not cockiness. Their conversations had run the gamut from pleasurable to thought-provoking, nostalgic to down-right silly. After several months of email and live chats, they had agreed to meet and here he was - here *they* were.

"Ellie?" his voice broke the silence of the night "I apologize if I kept you waiting. It's so good to see you."

Her heart skipped a beat, hearing his voice for the first time, to finally put sound to his words. And oh! what a voice - lyrical, smooth, full.

"Michael? Don't apologize, I haven't been waiting long" she replied.

He extended his arms and hugged her, a quick, friendly peck on the cheek, and then he was standing next to her, his arm around her waist. They started walking toward the restaurant, a small Italian eatery just across the street. The coffee shop had a sign you couldn't miss, so much the better landmark for finding one another. They crossed the street, took the couple of steps down to the entrance of the establishment and went in.

They exchanged stories of their work week, and gazed at each other, committing to memory the little nuances, the glances, the small wrinkles that formed when either smiled. But mostly, she concentrated on his lips, watching him speak, the occasional glimpse of his tongue as it wetted his lips.

Time passed quickly, it was so natural. They had felt the connection online after only a few mails had changed hands. The fear of having nothing to say, of getting past awkward silences, of trying to find something to do with your hands or staring at the linen on the table - none of this materialized. She felt as if she knew this man, but was thrilled at the prospect of getting to know him again. The dinner plates had been cleared. The small place was all but empty. They had lingered over dinner, talking and taking in the glory of their first meeting. A waiter arrived with dessert and placed it at the center of the table between them along with 2 spoons. They had both wanted to order the Chocolate Mousse, but settled on getting just one and sharing. They both reached for a spoon and their hands touched. They entwined their fingers and she looked into his eyes. Her lips parted slightly and he leaned toward her - "Oh yes" she thought "kiss me!" - and he placed his lips gently on hers, his eyes sparkling in the candlelight. She was trembling at this first intimate contact, and she could feel the warm rush of blood to her face and neck. His lips were soft, yet insistent and the kiss lingered. He tilted his head and placed his free hand along her jaw, his fingers bent slightly to catch the back of her mandible and pulled her lips tightly against his. She wanted this moment to last, but didn't want to seem too eager on their first meeting. She eased back and broke the kiss.

Michael was smiling and his eyes continued to sparkle as he looked at her. Feeling a bit self-conscious of the flush she felt in her face, she reached for the spoon and took a small bite of the dessert, unsuccessful at suppression, she ended up giggling like a school girl. Michael chuckled as well, picked up his spoon and proceeded to help her with the rich chocolate pudding. He took the strawberry garnish and dipped it in the mixture. He brought the succulent fruit to her lips and she sucked it further into her mouth. She bit down on the tip, and the juices and chocolate mingled on her tongue and she did her best to keep them from running out of the side of her mouth. Some of the chocolate escaped and Michael used his index finger to wipe the small dollop of chocolate from the side of her face and touched it to her nose. He leaned forward and licked it off, and then kissed her with a slight intake of air that removed the moistness on her skin left by his tongue.

They finished dessert and walked out into the night. The sidewalk was wet and the asphalt of the street glistened with the sheen of oil mixed with water. There had been a brief shower while they dined, and the earthy-fresh aroma that followed a summer shower filled the air and heightened the newness of this encounter.

They ambled aimlessly along the well-lit streets, talking of childhood mishaps and tormenting younger siblings, of grade school crushes and favorite cartoons, of high school sweethearts and books that meant everything to a blossoming adult. She stole occasional glances at him as he spoke, he did the same when it was her turn to provide the mythos that was building around them. The conversation was delicious and intoxicating, at times easy and light, with brief forays into subtle insights about the speaker. He made her laugh, something she had been missing for some time now, and he relished the feeling of bringing smiles to this beautiful woman. Minutes turned to hours, and fewer and fewer shoppes were open as they walked along the boulevard. Traffic had thinned considerably and both of them were realizing that this night was quickly coming to an end. They came to a deserted corner, and for some reason stopped to obey the “Do Not Walk” sign, even though the intersection was clear in all directions. Michael turned to her and took her face in his hands. He tilted her head toward his and gazed intently into her eyes. He closed the space between them slowly, tentatively, judging her reaction to this move. She parted her lips slightly and closed her eyes and their lips met. He kissed her tenderly, lightly, softly, still cradling her face in his warm hands. She brought her hands up and closed them behind his neck, resting her forearms on his shoulders.

Michael moved his hands from her face and wrapped them around her waist, his fingers entwined at the small of her back. He rested his forehead on hers, moving his head slightly to and fro, causing their noses to brush against each other.

He whispered “I had a wonderful time tonight! I hope I haven't kept you out too late.”

Feeling at once tired and exhilarated, she wanted to stay here with this man, but knew that morning would come all too soon and she had a lot to do tomorrow – today(!) actually.

“Not at all” she said “I enjoyed myself. I do have an early day though, and I must be going. Walk me back to my car?”

He smiled, nodded yes, and pulled her close for one more kiss. He placed his lips on hers, his mouth open just enough to cover hers and pressed against her. His tongue touched her lips and moved from side to side, and she met it with her own. The raspy texture created a delicious friction as the two began to dance, gently at first, growing more insistent as the seconds passed. Their mouths were open and they were falling in to a rhythmic pattern, breathing for each other, allowing the kiss to continue. His tongue danced lightly across the smooth enamel of her teeth, and tussled playfully with her own tongue. His hands moved up her spine lightly until they reached her shoulder blades. He pulled her closer, the intensity of the kiss mounting. And then he relaxed, letting his hands slide down her sides to her hips.

The kiss ended and he said breathlessly “I better start walking you to your car now, or I'll never let you go.”

She looked at him, her eyes wide open to take in as many of his features as she could, and kissed him briefly. They turned, arms around each other's waists, and she directed him to her car. They walked slowly, making plans to see each other again. Her mind was racing, along with her heart. The months of on-line courting had culminated in this night, and she was glad she had taken the next step. Smart, sexy, a real conversationalist, and on top of all that, what a kisser!

At the car, all too soon for both of them, they bid each other a good night, reiterating the enjoyable time they had and confirming the where and when of their next encounter. He helped her into the driver's seat, and as he held her hand, brought it to his lips and kissed it reverently.

“Good night, m'lady! And thank you once again for a lovely evening.”

She smiled, slightly flushed at the sound of the flowery language and old-fashioned manners, and said “I'll see you soon!”.

The engine roared to life and she drove away, watching him grow smaller in her rear view mirror. She would not sleep tonight thinking of him...