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It was during spring, I remember, the time I met Andrea, that magical and wonderful time I met my darling angel. The leaves on the trees turning into a myriad shades of green and there buds peeping shyly from every branch of every tree. I had been waiting at Nino's, the coffee shop, for my boyfriend but, as usual, he was late. The waitress that had brought my coffee kept coming over to check if I needed anything else and, after the third time, I noticed that she had the loveliest dimples: they were like twin shadows that played hide and seek on her cheeks. She was slender without being thin and she looked to be about 24 (I'm 34). I watched secretly from where I sat, watched as she moved from table to table. I was surprised at the familiar tingle in the base of my belly, that good old warmth that started spreading slowly through my groin. I squeezed my legs together and I felt the pleasure surge upwards.
What was this? Was this really me, horny at the sight of a dimpled waitress' swirling skirt? Looking at the way her T-shirt moulded her breasts that rode high on her chest? Me? No way! But I couldn't take my eyes off her and she noticed me staring at her and gave me a knowing smile...I licked my lips and then felt Derek slipping into the seat next me. He had arrived without my noticing it. As we greeted I realised that my heart was beating rapidly, like a captive bird, panicked and excited. We got up to leave for the movies and she came over to clear the table. Looking directly into my eyes, she said in a low musical voice, "Please come again..." I nodded, confused, excited.
That night, after Ninos, Derek and I went to the movies. We watched "Traffic", I remember, but all I could think about was the waitress. Later, back at my place we made love and Derek thought he was doing something right because I was groaning and moaning like never before. I had a good, satisfying orgasm but little did he know I was fantasing about the waitress. Later, when were panting for breath, he commented about it and said that he had never seen me that into it before. I smiled to myself in the darkness. Like you will never know, my boy, like you will never know, I thought.
I agonised for about two days and plucked up the courage to go back to Ninos on my own. Imagine my disappointment when I realised that she wasn't there. I was miserable, drinking my coffee without tasting it, not sure what to do. I initially thought that this was fate, I was been guided, that this was not meant to be. I thought about her on and off about her for a week, stumped because I didn't even know her name. I decided to go back again and, glory be, there she was. I don't think she realised it but her face lit up when she saw me and that has been the nicest compliment anyone has ever paid me, I swear. For the first time I felt appreciated and what made it special was that she didn't even know me. It was a wonderful moment and it is a defining point in my life. She has such a musical voice, low, sexy, intimate, almost as if she whispers, as she is talking exclusively to you, like no-one else matters. She seated me in a dark corner and I don?t remember much of the snack I ate or the juice I had with it because I felt so happy, so free, so wanted. In between her serving me and the other patrons we managed to exchange personal details.
Her name is Andrea and somehow it suited her: blond streaked hair, lazy blue eyes and those gorgeous dimples. She was studying at RAU, finishing her third year and waitressed for extra pocket money. She's from the Cape (sadly) and was going to go home for good in three days time. I got her cell number and we arranged that I would call her the next day, with view to a 'date'. Since she was in res at RAU I knew that she would have come to my place, that we would have to compress the "courtship" because we had no time. I called her that Friday, my heart fluttering, my fingers shaking as I dialled her number. "Aimee" she answered, "please say that it is you". It was the sweetest greeting ever. We chatted for a while and we agreed that my place would be good and that I would pick her up. I asked if she had any preference for drink and she asked me to get a bottle of Buiteverwachting (new to me) but I got two.
I fetched her at the entrance to the varsity. She was waiting with another girl, tall and statuesque, bright-eyed, watchful. Her friend stared at me as Andrea got in, almost envious. They touched fingertip as they said goodbye, cute, innocent and yet knowing.
"Friend?" I asked.
"Hm, friend, no more than that. Not like you." This hung in the car, in the space between us. I let it soak into my skin; let it settle on my psyche, light like a kiss, flirtatious like a butterfly. She asked if she could play a CD, reached into her sling bag and put Nelly Furtado on. "I'm like a bird", Nelly sang, and I smiled. I, too, felt like a bird, free, light, free, light, over and over again.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, not sure how get from this, from the car, to the next thing, the next stage, whatever that was.
"No, but I would like a nibble, a bite.' She laughed and my heart raced. Her laughter was a key, my fear and insecurity Kadıköy Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) the lock.
I had arranged for Chad to spend the weekend with my mother so the place was ours. It waited for us as we pulled into driveway, semi-dark in the falling evening shades. My home, inherited from the divorce, paid in full. For the first time since the divorce it felt like home, my home. Me, the new me, bringing a special guest home, the lovely Andrea, the musical and sexy Andrea.
I was nervous, a panicky host, welcoming her there, showing her the lounge, the kitchen. A small smile played on her face, her dimples showing. She took my hand in both hers and said to me, formally, "Thank you for inviting me to your home. Now can we please have some wine?" We both laughed, easing the tension even more. I played some old soul for her, The Delfonics (Lying To Myself - what a track! Just so that you know I discovered them while watching Quentin Tarantino's 'Jackie Brown' and I've been seriously hooked on Soul and R
What was this? Was this really me, horny at the sight of a dimpled waitress' swirling skirt? Looking at the way her T-shirt moulded her breasts that rode high on her chest? Me? No way! But I couldn't take my eyes off her and she noticed me staring at her and gave me a knowing smile...I licked my lips and then felt Derek slipping into the seat next me. He had arrived without my noticing it. As we greeted I realised that my heart was beating rapidly, like a captive bird, panicked and excited. We got up to leave for the movies and she came over to clear the table. Looking directly into my eyes, she said in a low musical voice, "Please come again..." I nodded, confused, excited.
That night, after Ninos, Derek and I went to the movies. We watched "Traffic", I remember, but all I could think about was the waitress. Later, back at my place we made love and Derek thought he was doing something right because I was groaning and moaning like never before. I had a good, satisfying orgasm but little did he know I was fantasing about the waitress. Later, when were panting for breath, he commented about it and said that he had never seen me that into it before. I smiled to myself in the darkness. Like you will never know, my boy, like you will never know, I thought.
I agonised for about two days and plucked up the courage to go back to Ninos on my own. Imagine my disappointment when I realised that she wasn't there. I was miserable, drinking my coffee without tasting it, not sure what to do. I initially thought that this was fate, I was been guided, that this was not meant to be. I thought about her on and off about her for a week, stumped because I didn't even know her name. I decided to go back again and, glory be, there she was. I don't think she realised it but her face lit up when she saw me and that has been the nicest compliment anyone has ever paid me, I swear. For the first time I felt appreciated and what made it special was that she didn't even know me. It was a wonderful moment and it is a defining point in my life. She has such a musical voice, low, sexy, intimate, almost as if she whispers, as she is talking exclusively to you, like no-one else matters. She seated me in a dark corner and I don?t remember much of the snack I ate or the juice I had with it because I felt so happy, so free, so wanted. In between her serving me and the other patrons we managed to exchange personal details.
Her name is Andrea and somehow it suited her: blond streaked hair, lazy blue eyes and those gorgeous dimples. She was studying at RAU, finishing her third year and waitressed for extra pocket money. She's from the Cape (sadly) and was going to go home for good in three days time. I got her cell number and we arranged that I would call her the next day, with view to a 'date'. Since she was in res at RAU I knew that she would have come to my place, that we would have to compress the "courtship" because we had no time. I called her that Friday, my heart fluttering, my fingers shaking as I dialled her number. "Aimee" she answered, "please say that it is you". It was the sweetest greeting ever. We chatted for a while and we agreed that my place would be good and that I would pick her up. I asked if she had any preference for drink and she asked me to get a bottle of Buiteverwachting (new to me) but I got two.
I fetched her at the entrance to the varsity. She was waiting with another girl, tall and statuesque, bright-eyed, watchful. Her friend stared at me as Andrea got in, almost envious. They touched fingertip as they said goodbye, cute, innocent and yet knowing.
"Friend?" I asked.
"Hm, friend, no more than that. Not like you." This hung in the car, in the space between us. I let it soak into my skin; let it settle on my psyche, light like a kiss, flirtatious like a butterfly. She asked if she could play a CD, reached into her sling bag and put Nelly Furtado on. "I'm like a bird", Nelly sang, and I smiled. I, too, felt like a bird, free, light, free, light, over and over again.
"Are you hungry?" I asked, not sure how get from this, from the car, to the next thing, the next stage, whatever that was.
"No, but I would like a nibble, a bite.' She laughed and my heart raced. Her laughter was a key, my fear and insecurity Kadıköy Escort (http://www.atasehirmos.com/) the lock.
I had arranged for Chad to spend the weekend with my mother so the place was ours. It waited for us as we pulled into driveway, semi-dark in the falling evening shades. My home, inherited from the divorce, paid in full. For the first time since the divorce it felt like home, my home. Me, the new me, bringing a special guest home, the lovely Andrea, the musical and sexy Andrea.
I was nervous, a panicky host, welcoming her there, showing her the lounge, the kitchen. A small smile played on her face, her dimples showing. She took my hand in both hers and said to me, formally, "Thank you for inviting me to your home. Now can we please have some wine?" We both laughed, easing the tension even more. I played some old soul for her, The Delfonics (Lying To Myself - what a track! Just so that you know I discovered them while watching Quentin Tarantino's 'Jackie Brown' and I've been seriously hooked on Soul and R