The Blind Date. Pt 2.

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Characters: Josef, Beth, Emma [original character]

Rating: M Very high level sex scenes, some coarse language, drug references.

The Blind Date. Pt 2.

Beth watched me nervously tug my hair and looked concerned. She had refrained from asking questions until now, but as we waited for our lunch to be served, I could see she wasn't going to hold back any longer.

She reached across the table and touched my hand lightly then after a quick glance at the patrons of nearby tables, her voice full of concern, she softly asked, "Emma, what did Josef do?"

I laughed nervously and said, "Scared the hell out of me, actually."

She looked me right in the eyes. "Do you have a sore throat today?"

My expression was all the answer she needed. She reached for her cell phone. Even hearing only one side of the conversation, it was fairly easy to piece together.

Without preamble, Beth had said: "What the hell did you do to Emma?" She frowned, "Well, since she is my friend and I introduced you two, I think it is my business, Josef!" Another pause, longer this time. "Oh, I know you're not Mick – and I do not push him around!" Beth lowered her eyes and said softly, "The 'willing' part of that description only applies when someone knowingly gives consent." She smiled tightly. "Yes, Emma already told me she's looking forward to your date tonight. Just remember she has to return to Australia in two days." Beth's eyes flared then. "Emma is not a stray cat Josef – you can't just decide to keep her!"

Abruptly Beth put her cell phone on the table. "Josef had to go." She glanced around at the other patrons before returning her attention to me. "It would serve Josef right if I gave you some Black Crystal before your date tonight."

I frowned. "What's that?"

Beth tried to wave the comment away. "It was a bad joke, Emma. Black Crystal is a party drug that would make you feel like ... like Josef does, actually –" She looked thoughtful for a moment; lost in memory "– but it would be way too dangerous for you ... the consequences could be tragic."

"So you know what he is?" I queried softly.

Beth just raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"What about Mick ... is he? ... I'm sorry Beth; it's none of my business."

We were both saved from further embarrassment by the waitress bringing lunch.

Then Beth touched my hand and whispered, "Remember Josef as a sweet holiday romance, but don't fall in love with him Emma – it could never work."

By unspoken agreement, we discussed only work while we ate.

Finally, Beth said: "Would you like to borrow something to wear for your date tonight?"

I nodded.

"I have the perfect, elegant dress for you – I've only worn it once myself. I should be home around six. Come over then."

***

I checked my watch ... again. 7:45. One minute after the last time I'd looked. Nervously, I returned to the bathroom to check myself in the mirror one more time. Beth was absolutely right about her dress; it was perfect. A strapless, form-fitting, burgundy velvet creation that fell straight to the floor; and Beth had insisted on helping me do my hair up in a French twist to make the most of my décolletage.

And even though she hadn't said a word, her eyes had kept straying to the two small holes in my neck.

Finally, she had kissed my cheek and said: "Have a lovely night, and be careful."

The sound of knocking startled me. I rushed from the bathroom and with a trembling hand, opened the door.

Josef smiled and said, "Emma, you are a vision in that dress."

"Would ... would you like to come in?" I stammered.

"You're afraid of me." He said flatly.

I nodded.

"But you weren't last night."

"That was before you told me that you're a ... a ..."

"Vampire?"

I nodded again.

"Yet you are here with me now because your desire is stronger than your fear." Josef sounded smug. He reached for my hand. "Shall we go?"

***

The whole time Josef was escorting me around his beautiful home and telling me about his magnificent art collection, my head was buzzing with the thought: What the hell am I doing here with a vampire? This can't be real.

Finally, he led me into a lavish dining room to a table set with candles, two wine glasses, one dinner plate and a huge platter overflowing with fresh fruit and hand-made dark chocolates.

Josef pulled out my chair and waited for me to take my seat. Then he commented, "I'm not really sure what vegans eat ..." His tone sounded faintly mocking but his smile was genuine.

"This all looks delicious. Thank you very much."

"Would you care for some wine, Emma?"

"No thank you, Josef. I'd like to keep a clear head tonight."

Josef was a very entertaining raconteur and he kept me spellbound while I ate. It felt very strange to eat dinner in front of a man who was only sipping wine.

At least I hoped it was wine.

Eventually, Josef reached across the table and took my hand. "You're trembling," he noted.

I blushed.

He walked around the table and politely helped me to my feet, which was a little challenging in the tight dress. Then, holding my hand, he led me to his magnificently decorated bedroom and straight to the massive four-poster bed.

He unzipped my dress and I let it fall to the floor.

"Oh, you have lingerie on tonight." He sounded disappointed.

"Don't you like it, Josef?" I whispered.

He smiled. "I always like black lace lingerie," he answered as he unhooked my strapless bra. He bent down and kissed each breast in turn – causing my nipples to harden instantly – as he slipped my panties down my legs. He stood back and gave me an appraising look then simply said: "Lie down."

Josef quickly removed his elegant suit and joined me on the bed.

"You're still scared," he commented. "Emma, would it help if I promise not to bite you until you invite me to?"

"Yes."

"Then you have my word."

I looked at him lying so close to me ... but not quite touching me. I decided to make the first move and ran my hand slowly from his face, down his smooth, hard chest and flat stomach to his enormous erection.

Josef half-closed his eyes but remained motionless. I rolled over so that my full breasts were pressed against his chest and kissed him on the neck. He responded by slowly running cool fingers up and down my spine.

And I moaned at his touch.

I licked his nipples and then kissed my way down his stomach until I reached his throbbing cock. I took a firm hold of his shaft and began to stroke him slowly. Then I gently sucked one of his balls into my mouth while with the fingertips of my free hand, I reached to caress the soft skin behind his balls.

Josef's reaction was immediate. But I wasn't ready to let the fun end there. So I placed a firm pressure on the head of his cock with my thumb and squeezed until his almost-orgasm subsided. Instead, I sucked his other ball into my mouth while stroking the length of his cock with my fingertips. Once again, he moaned loudly and I squeezed to prolong his pleasure.

Finally, I took his shaft into my hand and wrapped my lips around his cock. I sucked until Josef cried out, "Emma ... please!"

I stroked him smoothly as he came in a great, shuddering rush.

I moved into a kneeling position so I could enjoy the look on Josef's face.

Abruptly, he reached behind me and slid two fingers into my very wet core. I gasped from both pleasure and shock. Then he said, "Well, it's gratifying to know that you enjoyed giving as much as I enjoyed receiving."

The next thing I knew, Josef grabbed me and lifted me up, placing me down again directly over his face. I put my hands against the wall for support when Josef began to suck my soft folds. I began to shake when I felt his tongue dart in and out of my core. But I almost collapsed when I felt his lips enclose my clit and he began to suck hard.

I had never experienced anything so pleasurable before and I screamed "Josef" over and over again as the waves of orgasm jolted through my body.

Before I had a chance to recover and move of my own accord, Josef placed his hands around my waist, lifted me, and placed me down again directly over his erect cock. My core was still throbbing from the afterglow of the last orgasm when he drove his shaft into me.

I gasped, but this time from pain.

Josef whispered, "Did I hurt you?"

"Just a little – you're very well endowed, Josef," I explained unnecessarily.

He lifted me a couple of inches above his hips and held me there, waiting for a reaction.

"Much better ... thank you."

In response, he began pumping his hips vigorously and within moments, I was collapsing with another overwhelming orgasm. Josef came moments later. Then he lifted me off and put me gently down next to him; but he made no attempt to hold me or kiss me.

I was unexpectedly overwhelmed with emotions I couldn't explain to myself, let alone Josef ... even if he had noticed and asked. The sex had been physically gratifying – amazingly so – but emotionally empty. And the bottom line was that I wasn't used to casual sexual encounters and I felt like a slut.

I curled up into a ball and turned my back on Josef. I only hoped that he couldn't sense that I was crying.

"Don't sulk Emma – you came at least as many times as I did."

"If you think I'm sulking Josef, your preternatural senses must be way off."

I felt Josef move closer. He inhaled deeply. After a moment, he whispered, "You're feeling sad ... and lonely?"

Embarrassed, my only response was to curl into a tighter ball.

I felt Josef's hard body press against my back. He had erection, again. But instead of touching me intimately – which was what I expected from him – he laid soft kisses across my back and shoulders and neck. His manoeuvred one hand between my waist and the bed and pulled me closer, while his other hand gently caressed my arm, my side, my stomach, and my lower legs. He was obviously trying to completely avoid the sexually sensitive areas of my body – which was actually impossible because with Josef, my entire body from my scalp to the soles of my feet was extremely sensitive.

Although I still had my legs pressed together, I began to soften and uncurl. Josef took the cue and rolled me onto my back. Then he leaned halfway across my body so that one of my breasts was pressed against his chest, and he covered the other with his hand. Then slowly and tenderly, he began to kiss me.

I began to tremble again.

Josef shifted his position until one of his legs was on top of mine. Then he gently nudged his leg between my knees. I didn't resist. He was still kissing me, and he ran his hand very slowly down my stomach. I could feel he was half-expecting me to stiffen up.

But I didn't.

He moved his hand down to my knee and then began a slow ascent up my inner thigh.

Grudgingly, he stopped kissing me, and whispered, "Are you ready for me now?"

I nodded and he gently slipped two fingers inside me, moving slowly.

I moaned and he responded. "Oh, Emma."

Josef rolled completely on top of me and I reached down to guide him in. He entered very gently and then began moving so softly, almost imperceptibly, in a rhythm like waves washing over a moonlit beach.

I pulled my legs higher and wrapped my legs around his waist to better accommodate his impressive size. Then Josef's lips found mine and I wondered if had actually fallen asleep and was dreaming this lovemaking.

Our tender union lasted for a long time, until I couldn't hold back any longer and Josef gave in when he felt the convulsions of pleasure deep inside of me. As he lay still, I said a silent prayer that he wouldn't break our togetherness now.

"Josef," I whispered.

He opened his eyes and gazed into mine.

I pulled my hair away from my neck and tilted my head slightly sideways.

Josef smiled, revealing long fangs. He kissed my neck and then I felt the familiar – but this time not unexpected – sharp pain. Only this time, a sense of euphoria overwhelmed me.

Quicker than I hoped, Josef released me. He licked my neck twice and then kissed me on the mouth.

"All that fruit and chocolate made your blood very sweet indeed." He smiled.

I smiled.

A few minutes later, even though I was totally relaxed, worn out and half asleep, I was still acutely aware of Josef being inside me and that comforted me. So when he tried to gently pull away, I whimpered.

Josef settled his weight back down and kissed me so tenderly, first on the throat, then on the forehead, and finally on the mouth. He whispered, "I'm here Emma ... everything is alright ... sleep now."

I must have fallen asleep almost instantly, because the next thing I was aware of was waking up alone in the huge bed. I looked around to see Josef dressed and gazing out the window.

I instantly feared I had outstayed my welcome and asked Josef if he wanted me to leave.

"Of course I don't want you to leave!" He smiled and added, "But get dressed and we can go for a walk. It's only 1am. The night is young – like you!"

I asked if it was safe for us to be wandering around at that time of the morning but Josef assured me that he was, by far, the most dangerous predator around.

I believed him.

"May I grab a quick shower?" I asked.

Josef walked back to the bed and climbed in beside me. "I'd rather you didn't shower. The scent of our lovemaking is intoxicating to me."

I blushed but was so grateful that he had used the term 'lovemaking' and not 'sex'. I was under no illusions that our little romance would last, but I still appreciated the distinction Josef had made.

An hour later as we strolled through the cool night air – after Josef had gallantly placed his coat around my shoulders – he stopped me in my tracks.

He tilted my chin upwards and kissed me. When our lips finally parted, he whispered:

"You look so lovely in the moonlight Emma. This is a memory I'll cherish – forever."