My highly anticipated “date” with Matt happened yesterday. I am calling it a date even tough it is really more of a history nerdgasm at a Starbucks. I barely slept Sunday night and woke up early on Monday morning. After a night of porn-like dreams involving myself and Matt, the kitty needed urgent attention. I reached into my night stand for my friend buzzy. After a treatment from buzzy, I was ready for my day.
I showed up at Starbucks ten minutes early for the date. Having finished my previous book, The First World War by John Keegan, I took the new book about TR to read while I waited for Matt to show. I bought my tea, found an out of the way table and cracked open my book, when Matt showed up at the store. He gave me a little wave and smile that showed off his dimples. I held up the book to disguise my obvious staring at him.
Matt was either coming from the beach or teasing the hell out of kitty. He wore a light grey wife beater -which showed off his strong arms and lean torso- and black board shorts. It didn’t matter what his intention was to kitty, she was purring. I, also, dressed to get him thinking a little dirty. I wore a soft pink, spaghetti-strapped tank top, short white jean skirt and flip flops that showed off my carefully painted toenails.
Matt noticed the new book when he sat down opposite me. “You finished your last book quick,” he said as he picked up the current book. We exchanged final thoughts on my last book as he paged through the book on TR. Matt licked his finger so he could turn a page. My clit wanted to be his finger so badly in that moment. He asked my about the current book. I explained it was about TR’s early life before he became a political figure. “David McCullough’s books are difficult to read at times.” he commented. I agreed because some of his books drag at big sections. However, John Adams is one of my favorite books.
We continued to talk for over an hour. Converstaion ranged from favorite books to our college classes. He wanted to continue to graduate school after graduating next year. Kitty grew wetter with every intelligent sentence exiting his mouth. I wanted to rip off his clothes and fuck him in the middle of Starbucks. The conversation was winding down between us for the day so we agreed to do it again soon. He picked up our cups and took them over to the trash. Matt waited for me to reach the door and opened it for me.
I “accidentally” dropped my keys while taking them out of my purse. He was still in the door way as I bent over. My skirt rode up and I know Matt could see the bottom of my lacy white panties because he seemed to be a little happier after I picked up my keys. It was a small parking lot. My car was a space away from his truck. I noticed a surf board in the rear of his truck. “You surf,” I said with an interested tone, “I have always wanted to learn how to surf. I imagine you get great abs from surfing.”
Matt flashed a smile and asked, “Would you like to see?” My heart almost jumped out of my chest at the offer. He took the big grin on my face as a yes and lifted his shirt. I had to stop myself from drooling over his six back. My hand instinctly reached out to touch his stomach. He laughed at this and told me it was alright to touch. I almost creamed my panties when I touched his abs. He offered to teach me how to surf after I finished feeling him up. I asked what I would need. “Just bring yourself and we can work on the rest,” he replied. He told me his beach, then we parted ways.
I rushed back to my house. Buzzy needed a repeat performance. Now, I have to resist going to his beach every morning to stalk him. So much temptation.
Dalliance
