Sex On The First Date? Yes, This Is For Me
That one word describes exactly how I felt when I saw her from across the street.
I was already five minutes late to our scheduled 9:00 PM date and I could see the anxiousness displayed by her wandering eyes, perhaps wondering whether she’d be stood up.
Rewind to a couple of weeks ago- I approached a slim, hot blonde girl with blue eyes in Union Square Park. We chatted for a couple of minutes, mostly talking about the unseasonably warm NYC weather (it was 70 degrees in March). We left exchanging numbers and Facebook information.
Fast-forward to tonight- I see a slim, hot blonde girl with blue eyes dressed to the nines. Total NYC stunner status. This is for me
I texted her earlier in the afternoon to “wear something hot”, and she certainly took that seriously. She showed up wearing a revealing pink mini-dress that accentuated curves in all the right places. Nice!
When I tapped her on the shoulder, she greeted me with a hug. Her creamy white and soft skin coupled with the fragrance she was wearing instantly turned me on and got me hard. All I wanted to do in that moment was rip apart that pink mini-dress she was wearing and ravish her.
I checked her out up close and soaked in her sexiness with my eyes. My mind was envisioning the toe-curling sex we’d be having later that night.
“Whoa”. That’s exactly what I said, or rather muttered as we gazed into each others eyes.
I gave her a quick peck on the lips; it would be a blockbuster preview of things to come.
“Let’s go”, I said as I grabbed her hand and we made the walk over to a nearby wine bar.
While walking, I spotted a couple of guys whose heads turned as we passed them by. Either they couldn’t believe a guy like me was out with such a hot girl or they wanted enough of a glimpse of her so they could mentally right-click, then save-as that glimpse to their wank bank folder.
When we arrived inside the wine bar, it was nearly empty. I led her to a private corner of the venue, far from any spectators, far from any judgments.
I’m a guy, therefore I have a penis and wasn’t afraid to use it. I expected it be a gloriously passionate evening that would culminate in sex.
I never doubted whether we’d have sex on the first date because I already knew she liked me. If she didn’t, she wouldn’t have agreed to meet me for this date, nor would she have spent the time getting as dolled up as she did.
Besides, sex isn’t a big deal, so there’s no need to make it into one. We’re both adults anyway, so why delay the inevitable…
Of course, we’d still have to transition from strangers to lovers; but I didn’t mind enjoying the company of a hot blonde girl and seeing what she was about.
She was an elementary school teacher that was new to teaching and new to living in New York City. The way she spoke about her students, and about her friends and family was both amusing and endearing to me.
Instead of waiting to speak, I actively listened as she shared the personal and intimate details about her life with me. The more she opened up, the more I learned about her philosophies, inspirations, and motivations, etc. I found out that not only was this girl very hot, but she was also very cool.
When I did speak, my voice hit not just her ears, but also struck at her heart and the tingling between her legs. I seductively stared into her eyes to amplify those emotions she must’ve been feeling.
What I felt, she felt…and I was felt great as my hands gently caressed the exposed sensual parts of her body. We were emotionally and physically engaged with each other, doing things inside that wine bar that her parents wouldn’t be proud of.
The natural progression of this blossoming romance would be sex. It was the win/win option and it was my responsibility to make it happen…tonight.
“Do you like pancakes?”, I asked.
“Yes, of course!”, she replied.
“Great. We’ll have some on the morning”, said as a matter of fact, as if it were a foregone conclusion she’ll wake up to the smell of blueberry pancakes, which were my favorite.
“You know…I’m not that kind of girl”, she coyly remarked.
“Fair enough. I just want you to have fun and be comfortable”. I knew she definitely was THAT kind of girl; all girls are that kind of girl (under the right circumstances). Again, sex isn’t a big deal, so no need to make it into one. She only said that so I’d respect and not judge her for acting on her sexual impulses.
“Let’s get some more wine”, she said. This meant she needed more liquid courage to act on those sexual impulses. She wanted me, but she wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of bringing home a guy she met on a first date.
No worries, I was still enjoying her company and knew it was only a matter of time.
After a few more drinks, she abruptly asked, “Do you want to come back to my place?”
“Okay”, I said nonchalantly. She was now ready, while I always was.
We exited the wine bar and hailed a cab ride to her place. She mentioned she never does this, which sounded familiar. It was the same first date script I’ve heard many times before with girls I’ve gone out with.
We arrived in her apartment and within minutes we were ravishing each other on her bed…just as I had assumed when I first saw from across the street earlier that night.