Bed Time stories

Brazil

I have a very vague memory about this guy I met through tinder, again. He was the first Asian guy I matched in a long time. He was cute and a relief that he was a year older than me. I thought I'd give a try in dating "mature" men.

We were chatting for a couple of days before we agreed to meet. On that day, I was having dinner with my colleagues in a hotel and he asked if he could pick me up. So naturally, i had to refuse. I didn't want people at work to get a glimpse of my personal life. Offering to pick me up was a good point for him because it told signs of being a gentleman. He insisted so instead, I asked him to pick me up from home. I wasn't at home. Actually, I stayed with a friend so she can check him out and take note of the license plate as well.

He arrived in this classy, white 2016 Benz.
"Nice.. mature and classy", I thought to myself.
He opened the car door for me and said our pleasantries inside. We both had food so it's either we will have coffee somewhere or a cold beer at his flat.
Of course, choice No. 2 was not the best choice for this kind of setting but the sex kitten inside me was protesting. I haven't had sex for weeks!
He was in the middle of telling me about this deal he had closed earlier at dinner with a client when I told him, "yeah, I'll have that cold beer in your apartment".
He made a u-turn and saw that we were nearing this high-end apartments. So high-end,
That it has become some of Hollywood movies favorite location.
His apartment was fairly clean. We sat on the couch to talk some more while drinking beer. When he turned the Tv on, the channel was fixed to CNN. I remember the news to be about Greece and the downfall of their economy. I knew it was happening but I had to act cute and pretended I had no idea what it meant. As I heard, men prefer girls who appear to be dumber than them. (girls, don't try. It's not worth it)
As predicted, he happily explained it to me and some side notes about the stock market and so on. He is working in the finance or business  sector so he was confidently giving me answers. I was a bit glad I asked about it because at least I know that he wasn't empty up there. Mind-gasm for me.
I observed the apartment a bit more and saw this single painting hanging in the living room. It looked familiar to me so I asked him where he bought it. He made me guess. So when I looked at it some more, I finally realized that it was a landscape of the colorful slums in Brazil. He was impressed and went in for a kiss.

It was an awkward first kiss. There was a bit of tongue action and it got a little wet. I'm talking about the lips on my face. We had to pause. Our forehead as pressed against each so I got a chance to see his teeth up close. It was clean but his lower set of teeth was crooked. It looked as if they were feeling cold that's why they huddled together. If there is anything I am particular about physical attributes, aside from a well-endowed penis, is a nice set of teeth. My libido instantly went down.
I excused myself to use the bathroom. He led me to the one inside his room. I remember the struggle of telling myself I can go on with it then never see him again after. But, I just couldn't. After a few minutes, I reached to a decision. When I opened the bathroom door he was there waiting and an impromptu bedroom tour happened. "No, thanks I ain't spending the night on that bed for sure" I thought.
We went back to the sofa and asked if we could make out again. I politely said " uhm, I think I'm getting a little bit buzzed. Can we just talk some more?" Then he offered that I could stay the night if I was a bit tired. He must've noticed the panic in my eyes so he explained he had a spare room. So I looked at him again, he was really cute with almond eyes but with a double eyelid. But when my eyes adjusted to the lips and teeth, my brain hears this imaginary police siren. I want to run and hide.

It was a little over 12 midnight when I told him I had to go because I still have work tomorrow but in reality it was a day off. We were holding hands but as soon as I said it, he tightened his grasp and held the wrist of my other arm. I got a little scared to be honest. So I just slowly stood up and coyly walked towards the door while he was still holding my hand. He knew he couldn't do anything.

We said our goodbyes near the door. He hugged me which I thought was sweet. He kissed me one more time. A lingering kiss. Then I saw his teeth again. I walked away and never looked back.