The Blind Date

Chapter One

"Come on! I think you'll really like him!" Allie repeated down the phone. "Brad introduced me to him at the Christmas party, he's cute." She continued, "oooh and he's a total geek, like you!"
"Thanks, I love you too!" I sighed.
"You know what I mean hon, you have a lot in common." She says. "Plus you haven't gotten laid in forever, maybe you'll get lucky!"
I roll my eyes, she was right about that. "Alright fine, I'll go but you better be there if I need an emergency text!"
"Of course I will! Oooh I'm excited now, I want all the details." She says before hanging up. That it, I've agreed to go out for a meal with someone I've never met. My best friend Allie's husband Brad's friend from work.

Two days later, I'm showering before my date nervous as hell. I don't know anything about this guy, he could be a serial killer. I tell the voice in my head to shut up, anyone could be a serial killer, especially considering some of the guys I've dated in the past haven't exactly been 'sane'.
I shut off the water and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel and heading to my bedroom. A David Bowie poster takes up one whole wall in my room, the wall opposite has a Doctor Who poster and a Stranger Things poster on it. I make a mental note to grow up a bit and take them down.
I sit on the edge of my bed, shivering from nerves. Maybe I should have a self induced orgasm, maybe that would relieve the nerves. I decide that would be the best course of action and lay back on the bed. My mind forming pictures, my imagination starting to make a fantasy. I open my legs slightly and touch myself, my freshly shaved pussy still wet from the shower making my fingers slide over it easier.
I spread myself open with my index and ring fingers, my middle finger rubbing gentle circles around my clit. I feel the juices start to flow as my imagination takes over. I rub harder as my orgasm builds, my other hand gripping my left breast and playing with my nipple. The orgasm hits me much quicker than usual, the tension and nerves slipping away.
I clean myself up and continue getting ready, deciding on a simple black dress and heels for my date. I blow dry and straighten my hair, an easy style that doesn't take too long. I keep my make up light, I don't want to cake it on just in case I do get lucky. Make up all over his clothes or sheets won't do, plus he might freak out if I end up a different person once it all comes off.
I'm at the restaurant ten minutes early, our reservation is for 7:30. I wait outside for him, several guys hitting on me while I wait. By 7:40 I grow impatient and head inside to be seated. I give the hostess my name and she tells me that the other member of my party has already arrived.
She walks me over to the table, he stands as we approach. He must be around six feet tall, if not taller, wearing black slacks and a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his tattoos. I take the seat opposite him, introducing myself.
"Sam" I offer my hand for him to shake, he takes my hand and kisses it.
"Drew" he replies, looking me in the eye. There's a glint in his green eyes that I've seen before, he's glad he came.
"Sorry if I seem late, I was waiting outside. Allie didn't tell me we were meeting inside"
"No it's my fault, I was here early. I've been quite eager to meet you. Brad showed me your tumblr, your writing is incredible." He says, a mischievous smile crossing his face.
"Oh..." I blush. "Thank you."
The waiter comes over to take our drink order, he orders a rum and coke and I order an iced tea. He hands us both a menu and goes off to get our drinks.
We talk for a while, various topics, all geek related. Allie was right about us having a lot in common. The more we talk, the bigger the attraction grows. I find myself turning a little girly, flirting badly.
"I'm really sorry, I'm bad at flirting." I apologise, my cheeks growing red.
"I'm glad the attraction isn't one sided. To be honest I'm so busy looking into your gorgeous eyes I hadn't noticed the bad flirting." He laughs.
I blush, "thank you." I feel him looking at me, making me suddenly self conscious.
"Sam... I'm really sorry for being blunt but..." the waiter comes over with the cheque interrupting him.
As he leaves I place my hand on top of his, "I want to fuck you too!" He throws a stack of bills on the tray and gets up from his seat, taking my hand. Walking me towards the bathroom.
"I can't wait... I need you now!" He says as we enter the bathroom. He pulls me into a stall and locks the door behind us. He kisses me, urgently, as if I'm going to run away. I kiss him back, my arms around his neck. He pushes me against the door and reaches under my dress, pulling my panties down and spreading my legs, hooking one over his shoulder as he kneels down. His tongue flicks over my already wet pussy, teasing my clit, his beard tickling me. I groan and grab his head, pulling him closer. He takes my clit between his lips and sucks gently, my juices gush onto his waiting tongue.
He eats me for a few more minutes, making me cum twice. Before my legs shake too much for me to stand, so I pull him up for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips before kneeling down in front of him. I undo his pants, taking hold of his hard cock. Kissing the tip before flicking my tongue over it.
My tongue running from the tip, underneath all the way down to his balls and back up again. I repeat that again, wiggling my tongue on his balls this time. He moans and precum leaks from his cock, I take his swollen head in my mouth and suck hard, savouring the flavour.
He pulls me up for another kiss before slamming me up against the door and positioning himself between my legs, his cock at my wet entrance. I wrap my legs around his waist and he thrusts hard upwards, penetrating me. I cry out in pleasure. He fucks me hard against the door, my arms around his neck, pulling his head towards me for another kiss. I feel another orgasm building inside me.
"Fuck yes Drew... I'm gonna... CUUUMMMM!" I scream as I orgasm around his cock. He grunts and starts spurting inside me, emptying his hot issue into me. The contractions of my pussy milking every drop out of his dick. We collapse against the door, breathing heavily.
He puts me down, handing me a handful of tissue to clean myself up then doing the same for himself. He does up his pants and bends down to pick up my panties, putting them in his pocket.
"Let's head back to your place, I wanna do that again!" He says.
I smile, "yes sir!"