I met V last night. It had taken a few weeks to get here, but as soon as I watched her walk to the table I knew it was worth it. I was immediately struck by how beautiful she was. Is. I mean, I knew exactly what she looked like before meeting her, but there was a big difference between seeing her pictures and sitting across from her. It's the eyes, I realized. Normally bright and expressive in pictures they appeared much more so in person and several times throughout the night I had a hard time looking away. But I'm getting too far ahead of myself.
I've come to find out, she noticed that bit. I'm just as human as she is, however, and I found myself at a brief loss for words more than once. I blame her, and I'm confident she'll enjoy (a great deal) being able to get into my head now and then. She's clearly intelligent, really fucking well-spoken, creative, beautiful, and (thankfully) just as kinky.
As mentioned, it had taken a few tries to get us both in the same room because of some anxiety on her part, but it's totally understandable given the huge amount of trust typically front-loaded into getting to know kinky people. You learn a lot of really personal info about someone very quickly and that's certainly intimidating to someone just getting their feet wet in all of this. And if I'm asking the right questions and putting her in the right situations she'll hopefully learn a lot about herself.
We sat across from each other and told stories about our past experiences. I never understood the thinking that you shouldn't talk about past relationships on a date. We all have a story to tell, places we've seen, people we've done... Turns out if you live in Austin and are dating you can easily play a game of Six Degrees of (insert your name here) and get to the person you're sitting with, especially if you're kinky, but I digress. Given that we can't separate who we are from where we come from I like to know what someone was like before we got to this place. Giving details about past relationships and partners is telling on one level, but actively listening to how someone speaks about those experiences and those people will usually give me just as much insight.
We left the restaurant to go take care of an errand, as she so politely put it, and continued to talk while my mind was struggling to not give in to impulse. At some point during the drive I reached over to rest my hand on her leg. Her dress seemed to be insisting that I run my fingertips over her exposed thigh, and my brain somehow resisted the urge to slide my hand between her legs. I'm fairly certain that had I done that the next thing I heard from her side of the car would have been the furthest thing from a "no" as her thighs slid apart for me. I like this one. She's a dozen different types of trouble (or fun) and has no idea what she's in for.
I gave her a little peek once we got back to her car. We hopped into the back of mine for a little more room as I grabbed my toy bag. I showed her each of the things in there and watched her as I imagine she was thinking carefully about what each of these items had in store for her. She'll find out this weekend, and I'm hoping/relatively certain there will be some pictures of the aftermath to document. I also informed her that touching anything after that moment was forbidden and permission must be asked for in the future.
At this point it was getting late and we still had unfinished business; the kiss. I'm suuuper big on the chemistry being right and being a good kisser is a big part of that for me. I'd felt it hanging over us the entire evening so I told her it was happening, put my hand up to her cheek and neck and leaned in... And it was kind of perfect. I could tell we were feeling each other out but it was clear right away that we both have a similar style and it just works. It was a great kiss and left me wondering what other talents she has. I think she could tell that I was enjoying it, and I was definitely dying to pull that dress off of her, but that will wait.
Until Friday.
