Second Date

Bridget was preparing herself for the second date with Jack. He had invited her over for dinner and a movie at his place. She was excited at the prospect of seeing him again. Thinking of the end of their last date when he pecked her on the cheek, so respectfully, gave her that fluttery butterfly feeling in her stomach. She could actually see this going somewhere. Was she even ready for another relationship? She was only seven months out from her divorce. Was it too soon? She wasn’t sure, but she knew she couldn’t let Jack slip away. He was one of a kind.

She arrived at his house a few minutes early. She stepped out of the car and lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply, to calm her nerves. She had quit smoking a long time ago, but had recently started up again with the stress of divorce, moving apartments, and starting a new nursing job. It seemed like it was too much for her to handle without a vice to cling to for sanity. Smoking was that vice. As she finished her cigarette, Jack opened the door to greet her.

“Hey beautiful, good to see you.” His smile was infectious. She blushed, stepping past him into the apartment. It was small, a bachelor, but it was his. He was more self-sufficient than any other man she’d spoken to in the last seven months. Hell, in the last twelve years, for that matter.

He was wearing a blue plaid apron over his tight black t-shirt and jeans. He turned around and went back over to the kitchen where he had something cooking on the stove.

“I hope you like chicken,” he said over his shoulder, as she looked around the place.

“Yeah, I love chicken, it smells great!” she said, as she perused his bookshelf. He had a lot of books, which meant he was functionally literate. Another gold star for Jack.

She passed his bed, which was made up nicely with the comforter and sheets tucked in, and the pillows fluffed. “He’s got his life together” she thought. “He’s got it together more than I do, which is saying something in this town."

She smiled to herself as she continued in a circle around the small one room apartment. She made her way back to the kitchen area where Jack was scooping rice onto two dinner plates. She came up from behind him, taking in the pretty spectacular view of his ass while she had the chance. Her cheeks flushed again. With only a t-shirt on today, she could see his full sleeves of tattoos. A big dragon’s head looked at her from the side of his neck, it’s body disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Cheeks flushing even more, she excused herself to the washroom.

“Okay Bridget, get it together.” She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The same bathroom mirror she recognized from his Buzz profile picture. The space looked smaller in person, she noticed. After checking her makeup, she quickly re-adjusted her panties under her skirt. She had convinced herself to wear sexy underwear under her favourite skirt, hoping that they might follow through on some of the things they had discussed on the first date. They had a long discussion about boundaries and limits, things they enjoyed, and things they didn’t. It seemed to Bridget that they would be pretty compatible in the bedroom, and she was eager to find out if that was just talk, or if he could deliver. After seeing his apartment, and his cooking skills, she thought it was a definite possibility. She once again adjusted the underwear, regretting the choice. She should have gone for something more comfortable, these were starting to chafe a little bit. Oh well. It was these, or nothing at all.

“Dinner is ready!” Jack called from the kitchen. Bridget quickly pulled herself together, back to reality. She headed out to the little two-seat table he had unfolded from the kitchen wall.

“It smells amazing, thank you!” She eyed the breaded chicken thigh, praying it was cooked all the way through. Cutting into it, she was pleasantly surprised. It was perfect. Juicy, flavourful, delicious. “This is amazing, where did you learn to cook like this?” she asked, incredulously.

“My mom, mostly. And the internet," he replied sheepishly, blushing a bit and looking away.

“Well, thank your mom for me, this is great,” she replied, taking in another mouthful of chicken and rice.

When they had finished, he took their plates over to the sink, and grabbing her hand, guided her over to the small love seat he had by the window. They had just started watching  the 1982 horror, The Thing when she felt his arm creep around her shoulder. She leaned her head against his shoulder, resting her hand on his thigh. The love seat was a bit older, and the springs were sagging in the center, which only brought the pair closer and closer together as the movie continued. Pretty soon she was laying with her legs over his, holding one of his hands in hers, while his other hand caressed up and down her leg, reaching a little higher with each stroke. As his hand crept up her thigh, her face began to get hot. This just so happened to be ovulation week, and she felt like a feral cat in heat. If she didn’t find some release soon, she might simply explode from the pressure build up.

His hand crept up further, reaching the soft lace of her panties. He glanced in her direction, trying to sense if he was welcome to continue. He was met with her ferocious eyes, pleading for him to keep going. His warm fingers slipped under the lace fabric and entered her. She gasped, arching her back, and letting out a moan of pleasure. Jack knew what he had to do now.

Quicker than she expected, he grabbed her off the couch and threw her over his shoulder, tossing her down onto his bed in the corner of the room. He climbed up onto the bed, hovering over her. He brought his lips to her ear, and whispered softly “I’m in charge now, Princess, you close your eyes and do as I tell you." She shuddered with anticipation, knowing she was in good hands.

Jack slowly caressed her body with both hands, sliding them up her shirt and under her bra. He shoved her shirt up towards her neck, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the apartment. As her nipples hardened, he began to slowly lick and suck them, taking time to pay full attention to both sides.

“Ohhhh,” she moaned, enjoying every second of his touch, and at the same time being driven crazy by the deliberate slowness. He was torturing her by moving at a snails pace. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Shhh,” he whispered in her ear, “no talking yet. Sir isn’t finished with you.”

He got up and disappeared from sight for a second, returning with one of those satin sleep masks that cover your eyes. He placed it on her face, shutting her out from the world around her. With her eyes unable to see, the rest of her senses became heightened. Every touch was more stimulating, every sound more exciting. She felt his hands on her again, this time sliding up her legs toward those lace panties that she no longer regretted wearing. Once again she felt his warm fingers slip inside her, gentle and slow. She writhed in excitement on the bed, aching for more. Before she could react, he had yanked the lace panties down over her ankles, lifted her skirt, and lowered his head down for a taste. As she felt his tongue slide along her lips, she let out another moan of pure pleasure. She hadn’t been touched like this in so long. Now that she thought about it, she had never been touched like this. Robert was not the giving type.

She screamed as his tongue circled her clit and flicked the tip. He reached up and covered her mouth with his hand, entering her again with the other hand.

“No screaming yet, Princess, there will be time for that later,” he mumbled from under her skirt.

“Oh my God, I’m gonna cum!” She gasped between heavy breaths.

“That’s it, Princess, go ahead and cum on Sir’s face,” he smiled mischievously even though she couldn’t see him. Her back arched again, lifting her body off the bed. She screamed out, having one of the most violent orgasms she had ever experienced. He continued licking and stoking until she relaxed, her body going limp on the bed. She was panting now, out of breath.

“Good girl,” he whispered softly, stroking her hair as he removed the blindfold from her eyes.

“Wow," she muttered, almost to herself.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he winked at her as he pulled himself up to hover above her once more. “Is Princess ready for round two?” he whispered in her ear as she was still fighting to catch her breath.

“There’s a round tw—” she didn’t get a chance to finish the thought before he pulled her by her legs down toward the edge of the bed. Grasping around the ankles, he threw her legs up over his shoulders and unzipped his fly.

“Holy fuck, I guess there is a round two,” she thought as she felt his warm, throbbing cock inside her. She moaned loudly again, as she let the feeling of him inside her melt her body into the bed. Before she knew what was happening, Jack had pulled something out from his bedside table. He switched it on and she heard a faint buzzing, as he put the mystery item up against her clit. The vibrations sent her over the edge of pleasure again, immediately triggering another full body orgasm.

“That’s it, Princess, let it out,” he said, watching the expression on her face. He knew he had done well, and it was time to get his. “Uhhhh,” he moaned aggressively as he came, his whole body vibrating with ecstasy. As he finished, he rolled to her left and landed on the bed beside her.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time,” she giggled, still catching her breath from round two.

“I aim to please,” he smirked at her, reaching and out and taking her hand.

She closed her eyes to rest for a minute. She would need to get home to Hank soon, but her legs felt like Jello. “Just a few more minutes,” she thought to herself as she drifted off to sleep.