John and Karen

Part Four Same

Hank stands at the window. He tries to gather all his strength.
He got fond of Karen. He was nervous, didn't talk much during the dinner. Karen's dress is just amazing. He got immediately hooked on her. Karen walked towards her. She immediately recognized him, she walked enticingly, like she would be carefully weighing her steps. She is wearing high heels. She was probably walking for the first time in them, but it looked so gracious. She walked into the restaurant and she would be dragging the sun with her. Her smile, her laugh wrinkles around her mouth, her eyes, which try to be resolute, like a woman who works towards a goal, a purpose, but still has a tenderness. These eyes don't convey meanness or indifference, but an optimistic curious gaze that roams the room to catch an exciting life story to engage in her mind.

"Hi!" ❣🙂

That's all she said and she caught him.

Hank stares out of the window of the hotel room. He feels stupid. He thought he is going to have dinner with an ordinary geek girl, would make her revere him and then he wanted to see what happens. But he fell for this beautiful creature. Something is on her, he can't tell.
Hank wants to have sex with her, he desperately wants Karen, he wants to undress her, wants to kiss her, swings her around, presses her onto his body, to feel his strength like when he is weight lifting and he wants to make her feel that she is his now.
But the thought discourages Hank because he thinks of himself as plain, someone who didn't engage in social interactions.
He never talked with anyone whenever he went into the gym. The same movements, the same repetitions. It was about building muscles.
But Karen is different, he doesn't want to just put her penis in her, back and forth. Karen, this a gorgeous woman, she is special, he knew the moment she walked towards him.
He thinks about his rugged face, he thinks about himself never being able to express himself facially. People would always ask him:

"How do you mean?"🤨

People think of him as grumpy and when he tries to talk politely it appears forced, like someone forces a smile, because of social convention. Hank glances at Karen and is lost in a felt inferiority.

"How can I let her feel that this is not about putting my dick inside her?"

He thinks of himself as a raw human and is afraid that when he has sex with her it would be like physical exercise and that Karen wouldn't like it.
He glances at Karen surreptitiously, she is stretched out on the bed, her face, these beautiful eyes are expecting something.

"... With these glasses she looks so smart ... " 🥺

Hank imagines that Karen is one of these women, who enjoy everything, every moment. People for whom a meal is not just food, but an experience, like experiencing, enjoying, and appreciating a good wine. Hank never thought much of food, he eats his meals like his protein supplements, like they were a necessity, he doesn't make a love story out of it and he doesn't understand why people engage in this behavior.
Hank is struggling with himself, he wants to please Karen, he wants her to have an orgasm, enjoy being with him.
Hank imagines having sex with Karen, typical Hank would go there lay on top, insert his penis, and would work Karen like he works his muscle, back and forth, but he imagines that Karen might get bored and would think of him as a boring dude, who's only good at lifting weights.
Hank feels uncomfortable. All this time he never thought about how he could put passion into how he walks this earth. Like it would make a difference how he swings his hips that can convey the message:

"This is not about just putting my dick inside you!" 🙁

Hank feels dumb. He thinks about his entire life, how many times did he hit the gym and how many times did he did the same movements. He imagines how he might appear to others, like a shallow dushbag, whose wooden movements have nothing human on them.

"She would get bored! 🥺 She looks like a woman who is experienced she probably tried some things out, she must have some standards, she probably wants more just a dude putting his dick inside her and moving back and forth! 😟

Hank is lost, he regrets that he walked with Karen upstairs to the hotel room. He didn't think about this possibility. He should have asked her for a second date. Then he could have prepared.
Hank is thinking about an excuse to leave the hotel room when Karen gets up and starts undressing. She  stares at him wearily and somehow sad. Hank is agitated. He can't leave now, he won't, his mind is grabbed with curiosity. He stares at her, loses himself in these eyes, this warm, nice, and understanding face.

"She looks like a real nice person, a good girl. She looks like, she has her heart on the right side! 😐

Hank gains confidence. His mind tries to come up with a strategy for how to approach her.

"Does she want a rough or passionate lover? 🤔 She looks like the girl who wants adventure, but an adventure which is an experience and creates a bond between them ... "

Hank takes a deep breath he wants to approach her, but he feels his erection, his pants are about to burst open and Karen is staring at him almost begging, her eyes seem to convey desire, but they are as well hurtful. He is struck.

"Why did I walk so far away from her?" 😰

He starts undressing, he wears off his blazer. Karen smiles in relief like she wasn't sure whether Hank would leave. Hank glances at Karen. He just stares into her eyes. It feels like he is looking deeply into her eyes for the first time. Something is happening. He feels a closeness to Karen in this one gaze. They caught each other, like in that moment they somehow feel and perceive what each other think. They know no one is leaving the hotel room. Hank continues undressing, he keeps staring at these beautiful eyes, like they are guiding him and he doesn't feel any fear. He pulls down his underwear and stands in front of Karen, let her see his erection, trying to convey with his eyes:

"This is all because of you!" ❣💥

He approaches slowly the bed.