Peter was distracted. He tried to keep listening to Michael but he couldn't keep his eyes –or ears for that matter- off the young woman sitting caddy corner from him at the table to the left. She'd been talking with her friend since he'd been sitting and waiting on Michael. Usually Peter couldn't stand to listen to women drone on together but he rather enjoyed listening to this young lady.
"I think Americans need to realize their history as a people even as divided as we've always been. When one wrong happens in one community we should view as a wrong done in our own community. When we understand our mutual culture I think it's easier to come together."
In addition to being really intelligent, she was beautiful. Her hair was pulled back in a mod bouffant and she wore large silver earrings. The slanted shoulders of her cotton flower print dress revealed her beautiful neck and light sent accents of gold all over her milk chocolate skin. The pink flowers brought attention to her heart shaped lips.
"Pete? Peter? What do you think of Zimbaugh's latest paper? Are you even listening?" Michael waved to his colleague.
"I'm sorry, I just seem to be little distracted this evening. The woman – don't look now - the woman across from you is gorgeous."
Michael nodded in agreement after a discreet glance. "A little young for you isn't she?"
"She doesn't look a day under twenty-five. That's not even a ten year difference. Besides, she sounds much older than that."
"So that's what you've been listening to all night?"
"Sorry, Michael, but to be fair she's been quite a distraction...do you think it would be awkward to ask for her number?"
"Maybe, Pete, but what do you have to lose? I can't remember the last time you went out on a date."
Michael was right. Between teaching and research, Peter hardly had any time to think about dating. He'd spent the last year in Egypt and several parts of South East Asia for a publication he was working on. Upon returning to the States a few months ago he'd noticed the loneliness that had crept upon him when attending Michael's own wedding. He often thought of how silly he felt after his friend had teased him because he was finally "nesting".
When the beautiful stranger and her fellow diner rose to leave, he made his move. "Hi, excuse me. I'm Peter Guttmann. I was really impressed with some of the statements you made earlier. I can't say my place in academia is American history but what you were saying was really insightful. I actually teach Economics at the university."
"Wow, I'm studying law here. What brings you so far in the city?"
"My friend Michael is a professor here. We were just having our bi-weekly dinner. Do you dine here often?"
"No actually my friend here, Stephanie, is visiting from out of town and we wanted to enjoy a fancy dinner."
There was an awkward silence. Peter couldn't believe how he towered over her curvy, voluptuous figure. She seemed a little shy now, continually glancing away and possibly blushing. It could have been some sort of rouge. He decided to make a his intentions known after observing her friend Stephanie's growing impatience.
"Olivia, Olivia Lumiere."
"I was thinking maybe we could meet for dinner here at the same time next week. My treat." He was sure she blushing now. With a panicked smile she looked quickly at her friend.
"I hope I'm not being too presumptuous?"
"Oh, um, no...I..."
"She'd love to go, you just kind of caught us off guard man!" Stephanie interrupted their inefficient bantering.
Peter smiled with shock and satisfaction. He couldn't believe his luck; Olivia was clearly shocked as well but didn't effuse any discontent about Stephanie's volunteering. "May I have your number, Olivia?"
"Yeah, sure", she wavered a little as she pulled a card from her handbag and scribbled down her name in beautiful handwriting along with her number. She handed it to him with shaky reflexes. Her nervousness was now unbearably cute to Peter.
"Olivia; what a beautiful name for such an intelligent woman. I look forward to seeing you again next week."
Stephanie rolled her eyes as she dragged Olivia away. Olivia sort of floated along and only looked back at Peter once to smile weakly.
"Well, that smile on your face seems indicative of success." Michael grinned at a beaming Peter.
"I hope to be a lot more successful. She agreed to dine with me next week." Peter felt like a schoolboy; he was more excited than ever and he owed it all to his beautiful distraction.
Olivia hadn't thought about men in a while. After breaking up with Brian a little over six months ago she'd sort of shut down on the romantic front. The relationship had been serious to say the least. Everyone expected marriage from them, but it had never seemed in sight for Olivia. There was always some difference they were reconciling, a weird struggle of ideas and even ways of doing things.
Becoming friends hadn't been easy. Despite their differences there was a strange fit and rhythm to their relationship. After a few weeks she'd wanted to cut off contact with him completely. He'd refused, irate at the suggestion. "After everything we've been through, given each other?" he'd exclaimed. Their closeness couldn't be argued; they'd graduated together, gained and lost friends, been there during the loss of siblings and parents. Brian was the only man she'd ever been with, although she'd never had an avid appetite for lovemaking with him. She thought maybe that was one of the reasons that they shouldn't be together. Either that, or sex just wasn't worth all the hubbub. Things had just come to a point where they could be "normal" friends around one another.
And then Peter had come soaring in tonight, disturbing the peace of her quiet love scene. The brunette giant couldn't stop smiling down on her with his bright smile and deep sea blue eyes. They entranced and confused her through the rimless, unassuming glasses. She wondered what he looked like without them.
She had been a wreck that evening and was glad Stephanie took charge of the situation. Olivia wasn't sure she would have said yes to the bold professor without her friend's help. As she undressed for bed Olivia realized how excited she was. Dinner with a stranger? What would he be like? She knew he was tall, handsome, and taught Economics- a topic she honestly had no real interest in. What would they talk about?
As she climbed into bed she was relieved that she wasn't dwelling on Brian too much. Maybe Peter was just the distraction she needed...
⊕ Peter's intense blue eyes stared straight into Olivia's deep brown ones. His hard cock slammed into her tight, sodden pussy. Her eyes closed as she tilted her head back into the pillow of her bed. He filled her to the brim, bringing pleasurable awareness to places deep within her. Peter began to rock against her hips at a steady pace as he breathed in her scent and brushed his lips against her neck. Olivia responded by tightly crossing her legs behind his back and squeezing his gigantic white member with her vaginal walls. He slipped easily past her puffy, dark brown pussy lips. She had never known it could be like this...
Olivia woke and sat up straight, shivering in her cold sweat. Her pussy quivered with need. The dream about Peter had been so intense, like nothing else she'd ever felt before. How could one man leave such an imprint on her consciousness after one meeting? She lied down and stuck two fingers as far up her cunt as possible. Would it be enough to finish her off? Olivia spread her legs wide and savagely rammed her fingers in and out. "Peter, Peter, yes...I need you to fuck me," the sound of her moans could be heard along with the squishing juices of her pussy.
Olivia wasn't sure what had gotten into her. She hadn't masturbated this fervently since she was a teen. It was like she was coming alive in some way and her dripping pussy demanded satisfaction. Her fingers felt good but she decided that she needed more. She needed Peter, but that was impossible tonight. "Needed?" she thought, "hold the phone sister!" There was one activity she could think of that would satisfy her for now.
Olivia moved from the bed and laid a soft towel on the arm of her sofa in the studio apartment. She removed her white cotton panties, sliding them quickly down her shapely chocolate legs. She saddled the arm and began to grind her pussy on it, back and forth. Her fingers circled and teased her bouncy full tits through her magenta t-shirt. "Peter, fuck me. Oh, god, fuck me hard", was her chant and she began to furiously hump the couch. She knew she'd have to work hard to cum...
Dinner was going well. Olivia couldn't believe her attraction to Peter. Everything he spoke about interested her. He was a tenured professor, the youngest in his department and was working on research for his second major project at the university. She would be graduating from the law school in a few months and was rather happy to see the end of it though she ranked well in her class. She would be working at a firm she'd been with briefly through a non-profit before beginning law school.
Peter and Olivia were very different but enjoyed the newness of learning about one another. He smiled and listened to her every word, gazing into her eyes like he was soaking her in. She thought his touch was electrifying. He loved brushing her hand or touching the bare skin of her shoulder. There was no denying their sexual attraction. All these new physical sensations were things Olivia had never really enjoyed before.
"Olivia, I'm having such a good time. Do you want to go walking tomorrow night or something? I know you have a lot work but I'd really love to see you again."
"Um, yeah!" she blurted, instantly embarrassed. "I mean, certainly. Oh, wow, I'm having a lot of fun, too. Maybe we can go to the Point? We could meet here again."
"Fantastic", he grinned draping her cardigan around her shoulders as they rose to leave.
When they reached the porch of her building he embraced her whole body sending ripples all over that settled in her now damp core. Peter had wanted to have some sort of intimate contact with her other than the invasion of a premature kiss. Although sensual, Olivia had this old fashioned twinge about her and he didn't want to violate her boundaries in any way. He was very attracted to her and wanted to see as much of her as possible in the coming weeks.
"Have a good night, I'll call you early tomorrow to set up a time for our stroll", he released her, tucking a loose, silky lock behind her ear. Olivia's body was now more excited than ever. She recalled her dream from the night she'd met Peter and felt her pussy begin to swell and dampen. It was one of the few times she didn't feel ashamed of her sexual responses around men.
"Sounds great, good night." Glowing, she stepped inside. Peter stared at her through the glass of the door and didn't leave the porch until she disappeared up the stairs.
She was wonderful. It was almost scary how attracted he was to her. Peter couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her luscious brown skin. He'd hoped she hadn't pinned him as some sort of sex fiend or noticed his slight erection after their embrace. After watching her cute, round ass jiggle up the stairs, his cock was standing at full attention. He couldn't wait to see her again and lamented the long commute home.