The Ideal First Date Part: 3.

After our Ideal Dinner date at this distinct restaurant, I would walk You to Your car to make sure You are safe.

Once we arrive at your car, I would say, “I had a great time, Love.”

You would say, “I had a great time, too. It would be nice to see you again.”

“Of course”, I would say, “I am pretty free most weekends, so just let me know when you want to meet up again.”

We would stand there for a few moments, grinning at each other and not wanting to be the first to officially end the date.

Eventually, You would clear your throat and say, “Is it weird that I want to make out with you right now, even though it is the first date?”

“Nah”, I would reply with a soft chuckle, “I would like to kiss you too, first date or not”

I would gently move in a little closer to you; our bodies only inches apart.

You would smoothly raise an eyebrow and say, “Well, you have permission to kiss me as though it was not our first date. Kiss me like…you have known me for months and you know exactly how I like it.”

Excitement would come over me from those weeks at the bookstore where we worked together, admiring you, and trying to muster up the courage to ask you out.

I lean in for the kiss.
Your lips lock with mine, and the space our lips hold fit perfectly into the other’s.

You slip your hands around my neck and slowly massage my nape, which turns me on more than you would ever know.

I would wrap My arms around Your waist and bring you so close that I would be able to feel your heart beat. Our breathing, in concurrence, would equally deepen as We continue to explore the other. Our tongues dancing around as though there were a familiar tune playing in the background of our kiss.

So much time would pass, that I would feel like I am kissing you forever, but that I could never dream about stopping.

Our kiss would intensify.

You would slowly pull my hand from your waist to your left breast, and the intricate softness would catch me by surprise because I would later reveal to you that I never actually touched a woman like that before.

I would not make my surprise apparent to you, but would instead, start to massage your breast slowly, gently, passionately, like I always imagined myself doing when I masturbate.

Your moan passes through Your lips as You would continue to kiss me deeper…and deeper.

I would feel so aroused that I could see myself just making love to you right there in the parking lot…