Wanderlust Part 1
Although less than twenty-four hours away, Friday night came at a snail’s pace. Calvin surprised himself. Usually, he’d preen and groom, swearing that this one would be different; it never was. Instead of visiting the salon, shaving, and fastidiously selecting clothes to suit his date’s tastes, he selected his regular, comfortable clothes. No false airs to impress this time; he wanted her to see the real him.
In his excitement to meet Amber, he left early, only losing his way twice. Changes was a typical middle-class hangout, peaceful, serene, and casual. Calvin wished he had frequented the place before, as it seemed to be his kind of place. It was a relaxed establishment, devoid of the usual meat-market atmosphere most of his online dates preferred. Entering, visually scanning, pleased that loud, obnoxious music wasn’t assaulting his eardrums, his eyes overlooked her Wanderlust Part 1.
Changes was far from filled, but the patrons were all unique, obviously a niche crowd of individualists. His hookup-culture conditioning had created unconscious bias. He was looking for a plain woman, a large woman, somebody afraid or ashamed to post their picture online for perverts to masturbate over. A millisecond after experiencing the disappointing feeling that she hadn’t shown up, he saw a beaming, joy-filled face, one of the most beautiful, sexiest faces he’d ever seen, with a body to match, wearing a unicorn T-shirt. Catching his eye, she waved Wanderlust Part 1.
She wore a black unicorn T-shirt, as promised. Pale, curve-hugging leggings disappearing into ankle-high boots covered her lower half. Her hair was a radiant, natural red, cute freckles decorating her face. Brilliant green eyes accented her coif of winter fire. Her delicate neck was adorned with a leather thong necklace, a seashell and some polished stone beads giving it a bohemian flair.
Wanderlust Part 2
Greetings exchanged, table secured, mutual bail-out calls ignored, the tension over meeting face-to-face was broken when they both blurted, “Pinot Noir and water,” in unison to the waiter’s query about something to drink.
Their meal was late, troubles in the kitchen they were told. Lost in conversation, bonding, neither of them noticed or cared. Conversation flowed, the drinks flowed, neither wanting the night to end. When her hand delicately touched his, mid-laughter, Calvin felt electric sparks run up his arm. Laughing at themselves as they left, Amber purred when he gently put his arm around her waist to lead her away.
In the parking lot, they had their first kiss. It wasn’t a horny, “let’s fuck” kiss; it was an intimate meshing of souls, a delight to the senses, a kiss that sent one’s mind cascading into pleasure.
“I never do this,” Amber blushed. “But can I go to your place for a nightcap?”
Thankful that his condo wasn’t in total chaos, Calvin sped the few miles to his place, the two of them laughing, enjoying each other, all the while. The door had barely clicked shut, Calvin idly mentioning some of the decor features, before Amber stripped out of her unicorn T-shirt.
Braless, her breasts stood up round and proud. Perfectly Wanderlust Part 1, her nipples, delightful cherries atop puffy areolas, were as flushed as her cheeks. Words became superfluous as their lips met in a passionate kiss. Her body fit his perfectly, the heat between them rising into a stoked inferno.
Pushing him down to the floor, ripping off his shirt, salivating at the sight of his well-formed torso, Amber kissed her way slowly down his body, her hands desperately opening his Wanderlust Part 1.
