“Are you a shy woman, Candace?” He takes a drink of his water while waiting for my response.
I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and straighten my posture. “I’ve never considered myself to be shy, no. But this, what we’re doing, it’s completely foreign to me. I was a married woman for many years and, as I’ve told you, it has been a long time for me.”
He places his water down then licks those lips. He did that on purpose. “A long time for what? Be more specific.”
He’s trying to make me talk dirty in public. I think I like that he’s trying to make me talk dirty in public.
“Candace, just so you know, I’m incredibly attracted to you. Don’t be shy. Don’t feel embarrassment. That dress, it shows off your long toned legs and I like it, very much. The way your dark hair falls down around your shoulders turns me on. Then there are your eyes. Your eyes are why I messaged you. I’m pleased that they belong to the rest of you which is equally stunning. Embrace the sexiness that is you and be honest with me and yourself. This can’t be as good as we’d like if either of us holds back. So specify. Please.”
Damn.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been sexual with a man. An extremely long time, Brisban. And I’m attracted to you as well but I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. This seems too good to be true. Why me? I’m sure you have many younger options.”
He scratches at the scruff on his chin. “I want a woman. Not a girl. I’m very much a man and I want a woman to pleasure and to pleasure me. You may be a bit uncomfortable, but I think you and I both know that you’re ready to open yourself up to new things. I can sense it from you. I want to be the one to help you do that. I want to be the first man in a long time who makes you scream out in orgasm. And there’s no such thing as too good to be true when it comes to sex.”
The waitress sashays over with our plates. Saved by food. “Does everything look okay? Can I get you anything else?”
He glances up at the waitress briefly then back to me. “Do you need anything else?”
“No, everything looks lovely.”
She walks off and he grins devilishly at me. “Let’s eat. I’m starved.”
BRUNCH WAS DELICIOUS AND THANKFULLY, the remainder of our conversation was lighthearted. He’s an investment banker and has been divorced for two years. He was introduced to the website by a guy friend of his. Tired of the bar scene, he decided to give it a try although he says he hasn’t contacted anyone on there until me.
Tonight we’ll meet at a local hotel. We’ve agreed to keep things on neutral territory as I’m not ready to bring a guy home with me just yet. He insisted on getting the room and he’ll text me with the room number. When we parted ways, he gave me a sweet, soft kiss on the cheek. I’ll be honest, I was a bit disappointed. I was hoping for an actual full on kiss.
Tonight should be interesting. I’m still a little shocked at myself for going through with this. Well, I haven’t fully gone through with it just yet, but I’m already this far in so I see nothing stopping me now.
I’m having sex tonight, with a man I just met today. Holy shit!
The reality of what will transpire in a few hours sends me into panic mode. I throw my purse over my shoulder and head to the store. I need ‘having sex for the first time in a year’ supplies.
After loading up on new razors, anti-razor bump lotion, a sexy new white lace panty and bra set and a bottle of body spray I head home. I haven’t exactly kept myself in sex condition, and I don’t want to go completely bare down … there, but a little strip seems sexy to me.
Arriving home, I start to rummage through my closet. Since he mentioned liking my legs, I choose another dress that falls just above the knee. My new bra and panties will look good against my olive toned skin, and the red dress goes well with my green eyes. I feel giddy like a teenager—excited and terrified.
I’m totally overthinking all of this.
Now that I have everything laid out, I will try and get some work done before getting in the shower. I also have to call my crazy friend Janette. She’s never going to believe what I’m doing tonight. I should have told her sooner, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was going to go through with it. I wanted the decision to be purely my choice and Janette would have pushed me into it regardless. She’s a total nympho and has more sex than most men I know.
Janette is a tattoo artist who lives a fast paced life. She’s covered in tattoos and has hot pink hair. We’re complete opposites, but we’ve been best friends since grade school and I love her to pieces. I send her a quick text telling her a little about tonight before getting to work.