The Blind Date. Pt 3.
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Characters: Josef, Beth, Emma [original character]
Rating: M Very high level sex scenes; drug use; some coarse language.
The Blind Date. Pt 3.
I arrived at Josef's only fifteen minutes before he was supposed to pick me up for our date, so I hoped that he hadn't left yet. And even though I had been to Josef's home previously, it looked totally different now. All my senses were so hyper-alert it was almost painful.
Josef's butler appeared confused by my presence but he politely allowed me to enter the house and went to announce my arrival. When Josef appeared moments later his eyes raked up and down and he looked pleased to see me in the same dress I had worn the night we met. But as he moved closer, he inhaled deeply and his expression altered radically. He studied me carefully and then said, "Emma, I was expecting to pick you up from your hotel. Why did you change our plans?"
"I have a surprise for you that would work so much better here than at my hotel," I purred.
"Really?"
Sensing that I had piqued Josef's interest, I took his hand and began to move toward his bedroom. He followed with a look of mild amusement on his handsome face.
When we reached his bedroom, I asked Josef to take a seat. Then I walked to the edge of the bed, turned my back on Josef, slipped the straps of my dress from my shoulders and slowly unzipped the slinky black number. I moaned from the pleasure of the fabric caressing my skin as I let it fall to the floor, and turned to Josef, spreading my arms wide as I did so.
He made a move to get up, but I shook my head and said, "Stay sitting down – I have a very special treat for you."
He simply smiled in response.
I lay down on his enormous bed and began to slowly run my hands over my full breasts. The feeling of my own skin was electrifying. I moaned again and moved my hands in leisurely circles, moving lower and lower until I reached the top of my thighs. Then I slowly opened my legs and began to focus my attention on my inner thighs. My hips began to move involuntarily and my hands found their own way to my centre. I cried out as I slid two fingers into my wetness. As I pumped my fingers, I heard the rhythm of Josef's breathing quicken. Then I moved my other hand to my clit, and my pleasure quadrupled in an instant.
Within moments, orgasmic waves consumed my entire being. I opened my eyes and smiled at Josef.
"Did you enjoy my show?" I asked.
"Very much," Josef replied. "In fact, I give you a standing ovation." He stood up and I immediately saw the huge bulge of his erection straining against his trousers.
I moved to the edge of the bed and sat up. "Let me help you with that," I simpered, staring unashamedly at his crotch.
Josef moved toward me and I quickly unzipped his fly and freed his hard cock. He moaned as I wrapped my warm hand around his shaft and began to slowly pump. I looked up to meet his eyes and then slowly smiled and ran my tongue across my teeth. Josef shuddered as I leaned forward and began to run the very tip of my tongue around the head of his cock.
I felt Josef's strong, cool hands slide through my hair and come to rest on the back of my neck. His touch was exhilarating and I immediately responded by taking his cock into my mouth and sucking hard.
Josef exploded into my mouth and I swallowed convulsively.
When I looked up, Josef was looking down at me with a slight smile. "What have you taken, Emma?" He asked casually, although I had the distinct impression that he already knew exactly what I had taken.
"Just a little Black Crystal."
"I see – where did you get it?"
"From Beth – I can be very persuasive you know."
The truth of the matter was that Beth had no idea that I had swiped some of the drug. I had asked her about it when I had gone to borrow her dress – again – and on a wild impulse had stolen a pinch while she had been answering a knock at the door. But for fun, I tried to give Josef the picture of Beth in my arms, our soft lips locked in a kiss while I ran my hands through her beautiful blonde hair.
The silly grin on Josef's face made me think that he had well and truly picked up on the fantasy image.
Then he extended his hand and politely suggested that I dress so we could go to the jazz club where we had first been introduced.
***
The feeling of the wind in my hair was just too intense; I put my hand high on Josef's firm thigh and asked him to stop the car.
"But we're almost there, Emma." He responded.
"Josef – please pull over!"
He did as I asked, then faced me with a look of polite enquiry.
"Get in the passenger seat," I ordered.
"Emma, you are not driving my car!"
"I don't want to."
"Then why?"
Wordlessly I climbed out of the sports car and waited for Josef to change seats. I watched him hungrily as he unhurriedly moved into the passenger seat. As soon as he was settled, I pulled my tight dress up to the top of my thighs and straddled his lap.
He placed his strong hands on my hips and said, "Emma, what are you doing?"
"I want you Josef," I breathed as I leaned close to kiss him. He reacted passionately to the kiss as I thrust my hands between us to gain access to his fly.
He pulled away then and said, "Emma, this is awfully public!"
"Then let everyone watch!" I laughed as I took one of Josef's hands and guided him under my dress. I was naked underneath so he had complete access to my wet core. Without another word, Josef slid two fingers inside of me and I threw my head back and moaned with pleasure. I released his rock hard cock from its fabric prison and deftly raised and then lowered myself so that Josef's impressive size filled me immediately.
Josef put his powerful arms around me for support and I rested my hands lightly on his shoulders. Within a minute I was screaming in ecstasy and Josef came moments later.
He looked at me with a quizzical expression and said, "May we go to the jazz club now?"
I nodded, climbed out of the car, straightened my clothes and waited for Josef to resume the driver's seat.
***
In the club, the heady combination of the dim lighting, smooth jazz and icy martini ignited my passions once again. I stood up and reached for Josef's hand.
"Come with me!" I demanded. And Josef followed.
When we reached the door to the men's bathroom, I pushed Josef inside.
"Emma this is the men's room." Josef stated flatly.
My only response was to slide my dress up to my waist and approach Josef impatiently. While his hands remained at his sides and his face remained cool, I undid his trousers and let them fall around his knees. He was erect again. Then I placed my hands on his shoulders and jumped, locking my legs around his hips.
Finally Josef responded by slamming me up against the wall and thrusting powerfully.
I screamed without reservation.
The door opened and my eyes met those of a man who gasped in shock and quickly retreated.
I simply laughed. Then Josef and I both shuddered to a climax together.
He gently lifted me off his still erect cock and held me around the waist until he was sure that I had regained my footing in my stiletto heels.
Josef looked right into my eyes and said, "Thank you." Then he pulled my dress down over my hips and quickly pulled up his trousers, tucked in his shirt and rearranged his tie. He took a step away from me and spoke in an even, business like tone. "Emma, why don't you go next door to the ladies room and freshen up a bit?"
"But I thought you liked the scent of our love-making?" I whispered, stepping forward and searching his face for any trace of emotion.
"Emma," he responded coolly, "the Black Crystal has unearthed a less than charming side to your personality. And we haven't made love all night – we've been fucking!"
Stung by Josef's words, I retreated to the ladies room. Sometimes the truth hurts.
When I returned to the table, Josef had already ordered me another martini, and he smiled at me as though nothing unusual had taken place. We stayed on for two more hours until even the most dedicated night owls had started to drift home.
Finally, Josef turned to me with a smile and said, "Time we were going, Emma."
He held my hand as I stood up – slightly unsteadily – and then took my arm as we walked back to his car. The cold night air had an instantly sobering effect on me and I slumped down in the passenger seat, gazing anywhere except in Josef's direction. Not one word was exchanged between us until Josef pulled into his garage. Even then, he simply turned to me and asked, "Would you like to come in Emma?"
Unable to meet Josef's gaze, I merely nodded.
Once we were inside, I asked if it would be alright if I had a shower. And Josef – ever the charming host – quickly supplied me with several large, fluffy towels.
I stayed under the hot water for a long time. I was trying to washaway the remainder of the drug as well as the memory of my slutty behaviour. I had only wanted to make our last night together special – memorable – and I had succeeded for the worst possible reasons. Eventually, reluctantly, I turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. The towels were obviously expensive and wonderfully soft. I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and then rubbed myself briskly until my skin tingled.
The effects of the alcohol and the Black Crystal had completely worn off and I was left wondering how to face Josef. I hung the towels up, took a deep breath and walked back into his bedroom and found it empty. I assumed that Josef had left me in favour of his freezer, and I wasn't surprised.
Not knowing what else to do, I slipped into bed and waited for morning.
Yet after what seemed like an eternity, Josef returned and looked at me enquiringly.
"How are you feeling now Emma?" he asked solicitously. "You look more yourself now."
"I feel more myself now, thank you," I responded. But I still couldn't bear to meet Josef's steady gaze, and instead pretended to examine the Egyptian cotton sheets.
I felt Josef's weight on the bed next to me as he climbed in. He turned towards me and tried to pull the sheets down to expose my breasts. I grabbed the sheet and held tight – even though I wondered what on earth I had to be modest about considering my drug-addled behaviour earlier in the night.
Josef smiled warmly then and said, "That's my Emma." Then he gathered me in his arms and lifted me onto his lap, pulling the sheet back up to cover my breasts as he did so. Gently, slowly, tenderly, he kissed me. With one arm behind my back to support me, he ran his other hand up to my face and then slipped his hand around my neck.
We kissed for a long time; until I placed my hand over Josef's and encouraged him to lower his hand to cup my breast. I knew that there would be no showing off the sexual repertoire this time.
For the first time that night, we would make love.
Josef gently laid me down on the bed and I stretched out with a sigh. He began to caress me with his strong, cool hands. I closed my eyes and sighed. Then I felt his soft lips against my breasts, teasing my sensitive nipples into rosy peaks. His hand slowly drifted downwards and ran along the length of one thigh, coming to rest on my knee. In response I relaxed my legs and his hand began a slow ascent towards my centre. His cool fingers found my core wet and aching to be touched. He slid two fingers inside of me and began to move ever so tenderly in and out. I moaned in response and parted my legs further to encourage greater access.
I felt Josef shift his weight on the bed and move between my thighs. Suddenly I felt his soft lips and even softer tongue against my skin. Gentle, slow caresses built to a crescendo and the sweetest release.
I reached down to put my hands on Josef's muscular shoulders and encouraged him to be with me.
He entered me smoothly and began moving slowly in the most intimate of dances. Ultimately our mutual release was magically fulfilling. And afterwards, rather than pulling away from me, Josef carefully settled his weight and covered my face with the softest of kisses until I fell asleep.
When I awoke, the room was streaming with mid-morning sunlight and Josef was gone. Sadly, I rolled onto my side and saw a crystal bowl overflowing with strawberries on the night stand next to the bed.
There was a note in Josef's handwriting:
Emma, by the time you wake, my staff will have collected your belongings from the hotel and settled the bill. Please make yourself at home. My staff have been instructed to assist you in any way that you require. I have changed your booking to a later flight and you will be travelling home first class. I'll see you at twilight. Josef.
As I read Josef's note, the ink smudged as my tears fell on the paper.
I dressed quickly and collected my single suitcase then asked Josef's butler to arrange a taxi for me. I hated leaving without saying good bye to Josef, but the very thought of saying farewell brought me to tears all over again.
Clearly Josef was prepared to let me go, even though I didn't want to leave.
As the driver loaded my suitcase into the taxi, I turned towards the mansion and squinted in the harsh midday sun.
And then I whispered, "Forgive me for not saying goodbye Josef – because I love you."
The end.