First Date Jitters

As I prepared for my first date with a woman in a decade, I felt a surge of nervous energy within me. After taking my time to carefully pick out the clothes that would best accentuate and highlight every curve of my body, I settled on an intensely tight pair of jeans that clung to my luscious booty. The blouse was even more provocative--a sheer fabric outlined in lace revealed just enough cleavage to make me feel confident and sensual.

Although I knew very little about my date, I did know she was about five years younger than me and married to a man who, she claimed, was aware of our date and encouraged her to explore her sexuality. She was aware that I was also in a relationship with a man, and this seemed to her to be an ideal arrangement for satisfying her desire to experiment with another woman's body while remaining within the safety of her marriage.

When we connected on the online dating site, exchanging photos and flirtatious messages, I was captivated by her intellect and humor. It had been a long time since I experienced these kinds of emotions, but I knew that this could be a thrilling new era in my life. However, I couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive about the situation and wondered if it was worth potentially jeopardizing my own relationship. The nerve-wracking feeling of uncertainty lingered in my mind as I weighed the pros and cons of pursuing something with her.

My heartbeat quickened as my anxious gaze shifted to my boyfriend, who was perched comfortably on our bed, amusedly watching me scurry around, trying to get ready for my date.

"I'll just text her that something came up and cancel," I uttered, masking my fear with false confidence.

He shook his head in conviction as he held my gaze, his voice low and steady. "Please, don't cancel. Life is too short to put off doing something that will make you happy. You want her, and she wants you just as much. Take the plunge." His lips curled up in a small smile as he added, "It is just sex; don't overthink it. Trust me, you won't regret it."

I took a deep breath and nodded, feeling a surge of courage wash over me. With his words ringing in my ears, I decided to take the chance and see where it would lead.

"Let's get going," he said eagerly, and we strolled out of the house together.

We agreed that because I met her online, it would be safer if he drove me to our first date location. It gave me a sense of security; if, for whatever reason, this person wasn't who they claimed to be, my boyfriend would be there quickly to pick me up.

As we drove towards the coffee shop where I was going to meet her, my boyfriend told me about his latest project, which had him buzzing with excitement--an attempt to calm my nerves about what this evening had in store for me. I couldn't believe how well he knew me and how he studied my emotions and reactions like a masterful artist examines the canvas of their work.

As we got closer to our destination, he looked me in the eye and said, "There's no need to be anxious. Never forget that you are beautiful on the inside and out. All you have to do is to be yourself, and she will love you."

It was a strange experience to have my boyfriend give me a pep talk while driving me to meet someone else.

"Yeah..." I uttered uncertainly; my voice tinged with worry. Maybe it was too much; maybe the thing to do was call it off and just head back home. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

He smiled reassuringly; his eyes fixed on the road. "Of course, I'm okay with it." His voice was gentle and sincere when he spoke. "I just want you to be happy. Plus, I trust you and your judgment."

"What if I really like her?" I blurted out the words, taken aback by my own question.

He turned to face me, softly chuckling. "Oh, I hope so," he said, resting his hand on my knee. "She poses no threat to me, and you are free to interact with her in any way you want, as long as it doesn't interfere with our sex life."

I smiled wryly and playfully commented, "Oooh, you seem quite confident in yourself!"

"I know how much you adore my dick," he purred, his lips curling upward in a devilishly handsome smile. "I'm confident that no woman will ever captivate you sufficiently to make you fall in love with her and jeopardize what we have."

With a theatrical roll of my eyes, I was both amused and exasperated by his arrogance; however, deep within me, I knew he was right.

As we pulled up to the coffee shop, I couldn't help but feel grateful for my boyfriend's reassuring presence. He turned to me and smiled, sensing my nerves.

He tilted my chin and stared deeply into my eyes as he whispered, "You look stunning; you'll knock her off her feet." His soft lips brushed against mine as his hands trailed down my body. "Now go and show her what she's been missing," he murmured between kisses.

His eloquent words spoke volumes, resonating deep within me and filling my heart with a powerful sense of self-assurance. My heart raced as I stepped out of the car and made my way towards the coffee shop.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I approached the entrance. Once inside, I scanned the room for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. I ordered my usual latte and took a seat by the window, hoping she would arrive soon.

As I waited for her to show up, I became more and more worried that she wasn't who she said she was. Even though she did send me voice messages and pictures, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.

After what seemed like an eternity, she finally entered the coffee shop where we had agreed to meet. My worries vanished the moment I saw her--she was exactly who she said she was and resembled her picture--a petite blonde with bright blue eyes and a warm smile.

As soon as our eyes met, a shy yet seductive smile spread over her lips, and she rushed over to give me a hug. Her perfume engulfed my senses, overpowering me with its sugary sweetness and compelling me to press even closer against her body. As I inhaled deeply, I couldn't help but notice the way her soft curves fit perfectly against mine, and I felt a surge of desire wash over me.

We sat down and started chatting like old friends, with the conversation flowing easily between us. I couldn't help but notice her subtle movements--the way she twirled a strand of hair around her finger, the quick lick of her almond-hued lips as she moved in closer to me.

I felt a surge of electricity course through my body every now and then as she grazed my arm with hers; even the smallest touch set off butterflies in my stomach. Our banter was contagious, and we couldn't get enough of each other's laughter and stories, feeling as if our time together would never be long enough. But time always had a way of creeping up on us, and soon enough, it was time for her to go.

"I really should get going, or my husband will send out a search party," she joked.

"Would you mind walking me out to my car?"

I nodded, and we made our way to the door. We walked in silence for a few moments before she turned to me and said, "Thank you for the lovely evening. I had a great time."

I smiled and replied, "I did, too. We should do it again sometime."

She smiled back and said, "I would like that."

As we reached her car, she turned to me again and added, "You know, I was a little nervous about tonight. But you made me feel really comfortable."

I felt a sense of relief wash over me and replied, "I'm glad to hear that."

We locked our gazes for an eternity; no more words were necessary. She nervously nibbled her soft bottom lip, a move so intoxicating and inviting that I forgot everything else in the moment--all I wanted was her. My desire grew with each step closer, and our lips met in a slow, delicate kiss. It seemed to last forever as our tongues hungrily explored one another. My breath had become heavy, and a sugary heat had spread through me, leaving me blushing from head to toe.

"How about we go to a nearby hotel and continue this?" she said, looking up at me with a naughty smile.

I hesitated for a moment, wanting to stay with her despite the fact that my boyfriend had been waiting for me for a few hours.

"Maybe we can continue this another time?" I suggested, hoping to let her down gently.

She tried her best to keep the disappointment off her face, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. I didn't want her to feel rejected or unwanted, and I wanted to make sure she knew I certainly did intend to see her again. So, without hesitation, I pulled her into a deep embrace and kissed her passionately. Our tongues intertwined as we held each other tightly, and for a moment, I felt tempted to keep my boyfriend waiting for a little while longer.

When we finally pulled apart, I looked down and saw that beautiful smile on her face--it was then that I knew my kiss had achieved what I hoped it would. We parted ways with promises to see each other again soon and a lingering sense of excitement.

As I walked away, I called my boyfriend to pick me up, and he arrived shortly after.

"So, how was it?" he asked with a curious expression.

I couldn't help but gush about how great the date was and how much I enjoyed spending time with my new crush.

"When are you going to see her again?" he inquired.

I blushed and admitted that I wasn't sure, but hoped it would be soon.

"Ask her to go out with you again tomorrow," he advised. "You don't want to wait too long and blow your opportunity." I nodded in agreement, grateful for his counsel. "You could take her to that luxurious hotel with all the romantic spa services included," he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eye. "It's a great spot for an unforgettable night," he continued, winking at me.

I couldn't help but be nervous about such a date that clearly indicated I wanted to have sex with her, but I knew he was right--I couldn't afford to miss out on my chance with her. I thanked my boyfriend for the suggestion and made a mental note to begin planning my move as soon as possible.

As we drove home, I couldn't stop thinking about her, and the butterflies in my stomach only grew stronger.