A Real Cool Date

Cool Date.
By
LizX

We meet quite often in the lift, going down to the underground parking, and today I left the office at a similar time in the hope I could contrive another accidental meeting with him.

Glad the busy day was over, and there wouldn’t be anymore telephones to answer until Monday, I waited patiently for the lift with one thought on my mind. Please, please, please… let this be my lucky day.

I stood in the lift’s silent, stainless steel confines with my eyes fixed on the floor numbers as they illuminated one by one. Six, Five, Four, please get in at three, I'd prayed. I’m not averse to praying on Friday’s, or any other day come to that, when the subject of my prayers is six feet four, dark, beyond handsome and the sole object of my sexual desires.

I jumped with shock as the lift jolted to a halt at the third floor and my heart started to pound just a little bit faster. With my fingers crossed around the handle of my briefcase, to bring me luck, I closed my eyes and waited for the doors to slide open.

“Hello. Are you asleep in there?”

At the sound of his voice little tremors of excitement coursed through my body.

“No,” I laughed “just saying a silent prayer,” and I watched as he entered the lift and set his briefcase down on the floor.

“Hard day?” he asked.

“Not as hard as it could have been.” I replied.

“Would you like to come to dinner with me this evening?” he’d asked, taking me by surprise with his invitation. The way he’d looked down at me, with those clear blue eyes, made my cheeks blush a hot pink.

“I’d love to,” was all I could manage to whisper.

I stood there, and admired his elegant hands, as he scribbled my address on the back of a scrappy envelope and we swapped phone numbers. I caught a subtle waft of his aromatic aftershave and my hormones went into overdrive. His black hair lay curled against the whiteness of his shirt collar and I imagined how it would feel to run my fingers through it. Just the thought made me shiver with anticipation.

A soft ping announced the lift’s arrival at his floor, and as we waited for the doors to slide open, he bent closer to me and murmured in my ear,

“I’ll see you this evening then, about nine-ish. OK?”

A hot flush rose in more than my cheeks and I could only nod in response as he disappeared through the closing doors.


The dusky light of late afternoon had cast the house in semi-darkness, so before I started to prepare for the evening ahead, I lit perfumed candles to chase away the gathering shadows. In the hope it might relax me a little I tuned the radio to a channel which played soft, slow music and set the taps running to fill the bath. As I hummed along with a melody on the stereo, I went to the kitchen, poured myself a chilled glass of wine, and sipped at the cool liquid in an attempt to sooth the nervous excitement inside me.

The bathroom had filled with steamy perfumed mist and, slipping off my robe, I stepped into the warm water in the tub. The skin-softening oils caressed every part of my naked body with the sensual touch of liquid silk. As the water lapped against the soft curve of my breasts I lay back, and closed my eyes, in pure enjoyment at the languid pleasure of it.

The half hour soak in the warm bath left me calmly compliant and with reluctance I left its cooling cocoon. I stepped from the bath, and as the droplets of water ran down my tanned thigh I traced their path with my fingertips, pleased with the velvety texture the oil had left on my skin.

With my body wrapped in the soft folds of the towel, I made my way to the bedroom where I’d left the dress and lingerie spread out ready on the bed. I picked up the bra, and gazed at it, trying to decide whether to confine my soft mounds in its delicate black lace or leave them naked so my nipples rubbed free against the close fitting cloth of the dress. I placed the bra back in the drawer, and smiled to myself, without it my nipples would stiffen from the friction of the dress’ fabric and he’d be able to notice I was aroused.

I picked up the delicate, charcoal-grey stockings and ran their silkiness over my hand, loving the sensual feel of them as they slipped across my palm. Carefully, so as not to snag them, I began to smooth them onto my leg. The sheer nylon flattered my legs and I pulled them up until they clung tight around my thigh, and with care, adjusted the top to a perfect line. As I finished putting on the second stocking I shivered with the thought that, later, it might be his lips that traced along the band of lace and his tongue that caressed the soft exposed flesh above them.

I caught a glimpse of my image reflected in the mirror, naked but for the stockings, and enticed, I raised my hands to my breasts to play with my nipples until they peaked to hard points of passion. I've waxed the dark triangle between my legs to a tauntingly thin line, leaving my labia bare but for the silken sheen which moistened them and I ran my finger around their hot, wet smoothness. The thought it might be his tongue caressing me, in those soft, intimate places, made me so hot and wet it was impossible not to slip a finger inside and heat the anticipation more.

With a sigh of pure want I slipped on the black, Brazilian style lace panties and then reached to pick up the outfit I’d chosen. The simply-cut, classy, black dress is one I’d worn only once before and is made from a smooth-to-the touch fabric that in the right light becomes teasingly transparent. The low neckline reveals just enough exposed cleavage to catch an interested eye. It makes me feel ultra sexy as its elegant lines cling tight across my hips and the skirt sways when I walk.

Just as I slipped the soft folds of the dress over my head the phone rang.

“I’m running a little late” he explained “Would you mind if I collect you first and we stop at my apartment, before we go the restaurant, so I can shower and change. I’ll serve you a pretty good gin-martini to make up for keeping you waiting” he promised.

“No problem. I’m more than ready. Come round when you want” I said, finding it difficult to hide the arousal from my voice, and he paused before answering,

“Okay. I’ll be there in fifteen. See you then.”

As he hung up, I gathered the last of my things and threw them into my handbag. I checked my make up in the mirror one last time and tousled the fall of curls I’d clipped to one side of my head. Perfect, not too sexy nor too sedate either, I felt just right.


His appreciative glance told me the efforts I’d made in preparation had not gone un-noticed. I slid into the low seat of his car and let the dress pull tight against my legs until the soft, tautened fabric outlined the stocking tops. With a gentlemanly cough he covered the slight reddening on his cheekbones and leant over to greet me with a kiss as I crossed my legs and made myself comfortable. The loose skirt slide up high and I made sure he got a good look, of my nylon clad thigh, before I demurely slipped it back down to my knees again.

“I hope you don’t mind if we stop at my place first?” he asked, “I promise I won’t keep you waiting too long. It’ll only take me five minutes to shower and I’ll serve you the best martini you’ve ever had, deal?”

I couldn’t help but smile at the cheeky, naughty little boy, expression plastered across his face.

“First let’s see if you’re as good as your word on the martini and then I might forgive you for keeping a starving girl waiting.” I teased him.

I ran my finger across the shiny expanse of buttons on the dash of his car and asked him,

“Do these do anything if you press them or are they just for show?”

“Press one and find out.” he told me, nodding towards them, and when I did the sultry tones of Sadé singing Smooth Operator seeped into life over the hidden speakers.

“Umm, that was a good choice. What happens if I press this big red one?”

He leant towards me without taking his eyes off the road and whispered,

“That’s my James Bond ejector seat. Press that one and you’ll get a big surprise”

“I’ll think I’ll keep that for later then” I laughed, liking his sense of humour.

In his apartment I sat on the sofa, a portrait of modest innocence, as he fixed the gin-martinis for us. The cocktail was cold and strong and when I took the first sip the alcohol burnt at my throat.

“That’s what I’d call a good martini” I spluttered, trying not to cough.

“Told you I made a good one.” He turned and gave me a cheeky wink as he carried his glass with him through to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

I sat and sipped at the martini while he showered. When I noticed a collection of framed photographs hanging on the wall, rising from the sofa, I went to take a closer look. One in particular caught my eye; he’d posed for the camera on an expanse of deserted beach and looked very tanned and relaxed. The bathing suit did a wonderful job of emphasising his well defined bulge. As I bent to examine the photo in more detail, the water stopped running and the soft click of the door opening signalled he was leaving the bathroom.

“Would you like another drink while I dress or is one enough?” he asked as he emerged wrapped only in a towel.

“What makes you think one is enough?” I tried to answer him and give him my most alluring, get ready for some action look, but the broad expanse of his naked chest hypnotized me. I couldn’t help but think the real version was much better than the still-life shot hanging on the wall.

Before he leant forward to take the glass from me, I took a last sip, sucked an ice cube into my mouth and hid it under my tongue. As he reached for the empty cocktail glass tiny droplets of water fell from his wet hair and ran down his arm. I couldn’t resist pursuing them across the curve of his biceps with my fingertip.

My breasts ached with the desire to be pressed against the bareness of his muscular chest. I stood to draw him close to me, sucking the beads of water from his neck, before I pulled his head down and kissed him. As I ran my lips across the soft skin below his ear, he hugged me tight, and the thin fabric of my dress dampened with the moisture on his chest. It clung wet against the stiffness of my nipples and the feel of his body pushed hard against them made them peak even more. When his semi-erection pressed into my sensitive mound I knew he wanted me and it excited me more.

I cupped his growing hardness in my hand and stroked him through the soft folds of the towel until he groaned out loud with animal pleasure. Sliding my hand down to free him from its concealing folds, I left him naked before me, and he kissed me with a rough, hard passion. He was hard and erect and I wanted him.

With my chilled tongue I traced a wanton path down his torso until I reached his rigid member, and in a tight clasp took him in my hand and circled him with my tongue to him until he hardened more. When I took him fully into my ice cold mouth he gasped and then murmured, Bitch, as the full shock of the coldness hit him.


He pushed me backwards, down onto the sofa and slid my dress up to my waist, running his hands up the soft silky nylons covering my legs. When he reached the bareness of my thighs, and began to stroke the soft skin above the stockings, I groaned out loud. Between soft, biting kisses on my naked skin, and running his rigid tongue along the tight edge of my panties, he excited me until, unable to take anymore, I pulled his head closer and buried his face in my lace covered mound.

As he pulled my soaking wet panties aside, and slid his fingers into me probing and exploring my hot wetness, I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him captive. When he raised his head, our eyes met in a look of lusting passion and, I saw the swift, wicked glint of mischief cross his face, before his hand darted toward the martini glass we’d left on the side-table.

“And you think it’s only you who can play?” he quipped, and slipped the freezing cold ice cube deep inside me.

The glacial cold against the burning heat of my insides was incredible and, as the ice started to melt, he lowered his head to drink the cool stream of liquid want that trickled from me. His tongue brushed hard across my clitoris and I cried out loud as the first waves of orgasm crested through my body. As I moaned in ecstasy, he slid his fingers inside me again and massaged my clit with the broad tip of his thumb, until I pushed hard onto him and felt the full strength of my reaction.

I wound my legs tighter around him and he lifted me from the sofa to carry me through to the bedroom. There he stood me in front of him, to lift the dress over my head, and stoop to suck my nipple into his mouth, nibbling and biting its sensitive point until I squirmed with the pleasurable agony of it.

His hands glided over the firmness of my buttocks and upper thigh drawing me closer to him until I felt him, pressed hot and stiff, against my slit. As my legs weakened under the sensual assault he pushed me backwards onto the bed, and stood, looking down at me as I lay spread out before him naked. He took me by the knees and parted my stocking-clad legs wide before asking,

“Are you very hungry or shall we leave dinner till later?”

I wanted him fully inside me then and without taking my eyes of his huge, throbbing shaft, I whispered, Fuck me, in a voice husky with lust.

As he leant down, and prepared to enter me, I grasped his swollen penis and ran the head along my soaked slit until he pushed into me with a strength that left me breathless. But I wanted more, and arching my back to meet his strokes, I wrapped my legs around his hips until we rolled over and I was astride him, feeling him trapped, deep and tight inside.

I worked my hot wetness up and down his shaft, sliding him in and out of me, until he closed his eyes in sheer ecstasy and then, ground my hips down on him until he moaned almost on the point of release. Not wanting to end the delicious feast I, eased him from me and, went to stand by the side of the bed.

“Let’s see just how hungry you are” I teased him, and bent over, to expose my wet lips to his view and invited him to enter me from behind.

“You’re about to find out” he promised as he took me by the hips to steady me and pushed the engorged head of his throbbing penis deep into my saturated crevice. He pounded in and out of me with a relentless rhythm, ravaging me mercilessly with his slippery hot stiffness until guttural groans sounded deep in his throat and he shuddered with his own orgasm.

Spent, he slipped from me, and we collapsed together on the bed in a tangle of lust-sated limbs. Shocked by the animal passion we’d aroused in each other, we lay speechless and exhausted, nestled in each others arms with dinner long forgotten.

I traced the fine line of dark curls that ran down his chest with my finger and asked,

“What do you think? Shall we do lunch tomorrow?”