Date #1 – Somiya
Somiya… how did I meet her again…? Oh yeah, I was walking back to my car and I saw this lady through the window in Sainsbury’s Local, packing up her shopping. Instantly I was attracted to her. Her hair was pinned back and she looked completely elegant, as she confidently made her way to the exit. By way of fortune our paths were bound to collide, because although outside the supermarket, I just happened to be practically synchronized with her pace fatefully meeting at the Sainsbury’s entrance as she exited. (God is good!)
As she drifted past me I could smell her hair, she had a floral scent, and her… don’t let the moment pass you, speak to her…!!
“Hello, I’m wondering if you can help me?” I spoke the first words to my mind.
She responds “Hi, what’s up!?” YES! SHE’S POLITE & HELPFUL! RESULT!!
“..Are you single?”
She laughs and we begin a delicate dance where language and curiosity meet and become intrigued with each other. I made her laugh three times within the space of one minute, that’s a joke every 20 seconds. One minute after meeting me I’ve already got her endorphins bubbling!
I ask her for her number now while she’s still high from all that giggling. (Try saying NO when you’re happy, it just don’t work!) She gave me her number with the caveat “I don’t normally do this!” and I reply “yeh, neither do I.” Fixing eyes upon each other we both laughed as if we knew we were both talking sh*t. I then watched her walk away with her Sainsbury’s shopping bags, she looked back twice as she walked away into the distance.
I arrived looking fresh with the scent of an Egyptian musk aftershave that she’d never smelt before. She had to comment on it. I told her I got it in Dubai. KERCHING! In her head at least I should be hitting these buttons: “Well-travelled, looks good, obviously has money & a job!!”. White shirts bring out my complexion well and the one I wore today was an Italian cut, fresh from the packet with a subtle embroided detail around the cuff and collar, she noticed too! (Fine women like fine things!)
She arrived on time, she looked stunning and looked me straight in the eyes as she approached. She didn’t shy away at all, she smiled and nodded slightly almost as if she approved of me in that moment, very subtle but noticeable. She wants to f*ck you mate!
So, we entered Burger & Lobster in Farringdon, and as the gentleman I am, I made way for her to enter first, holding the door open and even pulling out her chair. I wasn’t (and never am) contrived about it, it was a reflex, and she noticed that too. I saw her raise her eyebrow like “Wow, ok!” (A little manners goes a long way!) At the start of the meal I made it clear that I was paying and she shouldn’t be shy, she should order whatever she wanted from the menu, drinks included.
(Fellas, this is a great way to test a lady and check the calibre of her personality, because a modest woman will keep her order basic, especially her drinks order. BUT a greedy, self-centered gold digger would order the most expensive drinks on the menu. Don’t worry, I also have another very interesting story about this that I’ll share with you in the near future!)
Anyway, when the waiter approached to take the drinks order she looked at me and asked “May I have a champagne-cocktail?” I responded “Of course!” Modesty – a brilliant quality for a woman to possess! The conversation flowed as we ate our food, we covered so much ground it’s difficult to recall. I could see she was intrigued & stimulated by my level of conversation (intelligence is an aphrodisiac!!). After the meal we stayed for a few more drinks, and then decided to leave. She seemed sober as we left, but by the time we walked up the street to my car, the fresh air must have reacted to the alcohol in her bloodstream, because she began to wobble as she walked. She grabbed my arm to stabilise herself, then she moved in closer so we were now walking down the street half snuggled together.
We got to my car and I pressed the alarm to let her in, at which point she blurted out, “IS THIS YOUR CAR!?!” I replied casually, “Yes of course it is, but I’m planning on changing it ‘cos it brings me too much attention.” She made herself comfortable as she sat inside my Bentley Coupé, and then leaned in to rest her head on my shoulder as I drove.
“Where am I dropping you babe?” I asked
“..I’m not ready to leave yet!” she replied
“..So what do you wanna do then ?” I politely responded
“…Well… why don’t we go back to your place?” she suggested
I drove her back to my place at a nice steady speed (didn’t want her vomiting in the coupé). London is so beautiful at night. The soundtrack for the drive home was Miguel’s “I Adore You.” As she leaned in on me, I was able to stroke her inner-thigh in-between changing gears. She clenched onto me as I moved my hand up to her panties… she felt warm & firm in my hand.
We scurried past the concierge as we entered my building, her heels clicking as we strolled down the tiled-hall. We enjoyed a comfortable silence waiting for the lift to arrive knowing that we were within earshot of the concierge. Taking coy glances at each other, we smiled, both anticipating the what was to come.
As the lift doors opened we fell inside kissing each other passionately. She immediately reached down to my trousers, swiftly unzipped my fly and grabbed my erect penis firmly, she squeezed it and exhaled a gasp of satisfaction as she held my hard erect c*ck for the first time… the lift doors closed and up we went!
Copyright Maximus Sexton 2013.