The Best Blind Date

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

The Best Blind DatePart 1: The MeetingThey always say a blind date should be blind. My first ever attempt at it was blind. It was my older sisters suggestion. She had always badgered me into getting a date. I just was not interested to be fair. I had my studies at University and that was my ultimate focus. Girls simply did not feature. However I did as I was told and decided to surf the internet. I joined one particular website that stated it was the best around and could simply find a date in “three easy clicks”. To be fair the site was not incorrect. I had found a date, someone quite simply known as Jo. I organised from my end the time and venue and sat the week out waiting for Saturday evening.My sister took me to Freddie’s Dinner in the centre of town. I was nervous to say the least but then what could go wrong. It was just a blind date. I wasn’t getting married that very evening. As I watched the flecks of rain on the window and the lights from the many nightclubs I started to get that yucky feeling. My sister pulled up into the layby outside the restaurant and handed me £30.”Take it I want to make sure you can treat the lady to enough drinks” She said. I looked at my sister and smiled. “Thank you Zoe. I’ll try and make sure that I will. Everything will be fine” I said in a delicate tone. I was still quite simply nervous.I got out of the car and watched my sister drive off. I stood out of the drizzle underneath the umbrella I had brought. I waited and waited and there was no sign of anyone that remotely looked like a ‘Jo’. I glanced at my watch and noticed she was 25 minutes late. I started to feel sick. Why did I have to be stood up? It was a feeling that no-one should ever have to go through. I looked at all the happy couples walking into the restaurant holding hands, nestling their heads on their partners shoulders. I started to get a pang. The pang that those out of love get, wanting to be quite simply in love. I was then awoken with a bang. The fire exit door beside me burst open and a lad in his late 20’s burst out of it. He had a cigarette dropping from his lips and was lighting it underneath his white baseball cap. I could see he was struggling, it wasn’t lighting. “You aint got a fucking light pal ‘ave ya?” he asked looking up. I shook my head. “Sorry, I….I don’t smoke myself so have no need to carry one’ I respond.I gave a few more clicks of his lighter and got it working. It lit up his face as it did. I could see that he had hazel eyes, a solid predominate jaw and a tattoo that ran up the right side of his neck to his ear. He wore a blue polo top, and grey jogging bottoms of a cotton nature and white trainers to match.”Why you standing in van escort the fockin rain then mate if you don’t focking smoke” He uttered. I brought my brolly down a little over both of our heads which he seemed to appreciate. “Oh, well I have been stood up. My date has not arrived” I responded.He nodded as he listened and gave a sympathetic answer, “I’ve been waiting for twenty five minutes for my bird to show mate. A lass called Alex, been using this dating site like, a blind dating one and well, fucking girls bailed aint she”The problem between me and Joe was that I was quicker on the uptake. “Is your name Joe with an e perchance?” I asked. He nodded “Why?” he asked.I plucked up the courage as my stomach was doing somersaults and explained that it was quite possible were were matched by the agency. I saw his face change several times as I explained, I was Alex and not an Alexandra and that a Jo with an e radically changes ones gender. My mouth was completely dry. I could barely speak by the end.He took a look at me and uttered “Well if your paying, lets go in. One things for fucking sure bruv, I am fucking starving.”Part 2: The MealWe were ushered in by a waitress. The problem was is that she already knew, from the agency, that this was meant to be a blind date. When we reached the table it was decked out with rose petals and red balloons in a heart shape. I started to feel yucky again but it was as if Joe didn’t care atall. In fact he made it clear when he sat down. “Look luv, can we cut the bullshit stuff, we don’t want sharing meals. We don’t want same spoons like. Just a fucking normal service” The waitress quickly took our starters as an order and left.I looked down at my table unsure how to talk to Joe. Joe picked up his phone and started texting. He clearly had no interest in me and did not utter a word until the starters arrived. I tucked into my garlic mushrooms. Joe had some seafood dish. “You know your fockin paying mate don’t ya? Your not a bird so I aint paying ‘alfs like”To appease I nodded as I munched. “Its ok, this meal is on me” I said. Joe returned to his phone and carried on texting but did so by asking, “I was defo meeting a bird mate, but you come across as a bell-end, hoping to meet some lad were ya?” I started to feel rage well up inside. It was bad enough pairing me with a guy but some idiot like Joe, a scally dull individual was the limit. I fought back.”No! I was actually meeting a girl likewise” I responded. He just chuckled knowing that he got me riled and carried on texting. The rrest of the main meal Joe continued to poke fun at me. We discussed what we did as jobs, how much of a liking for education diyarbakır escort we had and then onto cars and past dates. I was consistently looking at my watch. Consistently looking at the waitress to get our orders for each part of the meals and also the bill.The waitress slammed down the bill and it was clear all my money was gone. “Its £88.34, I have got this Joe.” I said. “As expected mate” He replied. I think thats what made me angry above all else. Was taking it for granted. I would have paid. I was brought up well and expected to be polite. Joe was just rotten to the core. How any girl would have loved their date with him tonight was beyond me.Part 3: Just DessertsAs I got up to leave I walked out in the night air. Alone. Until Joe walked out behind me. What he said next really shocked me. “Wanna go clubbing mate?” He said. Clubbing was not my scene. In fact it bored me. I did it a little to be sociable at Uni but deep down hated that lifestyle. He could see my answer in my face. “How about I drop you home mate?” he askedThis shocked me. At no point did Joe seem interested in my prescence nor cared about how I was to get home.”Well I could always catch the Number 21 home…” But Joe cut me off. “..Look I’ll be blunt. I need help shifting some boxes into me car, moving my brother’s stuff out. Help me with that and I’ll drop you home.” he responded.I agreed and jumped into his car. It was only a short distance to his flat and it was fair to say it was in the rough part of town. When we walked into his flat, it was clear his brother was not there. Yet his gear was. Running around in a dog basket was a staffie. It was clear that he lived alone, as Stella bottles and rollies were stren across a chewed sofa and dirty tabletop.For the next half and hour I helped Joe pack away stuff into his car. It was tiring work as the last one was unloaded and we ventured back up into his flat. I crashed out on the sofa. “Makes an unusual date night for both of us!” utters Joe. I smiled “You can certainly say that, I wasn’t expecting to help someone move after the dinner we had at Freddie’s”Joe smiled. He brought a beer out of the fridge for himself….and me. Was he coming around? I watched Joe reach into his pocket and whip out £5. “Here, just a little something for helping move all his gear like” I shook my head and pushed it away. “Just call it quits eh” He nodded and put it away. As I drank my beer and watched a silent running of MOTD, Joe was texting. he caught me glancing.”Ah just a bird I know mate, want to see if she wants to come round now for some fun like” he said cackling. I started to feel angry inside. But ısparta escort why? This wasn’t a date. It was just ease of convenience. Both hungry, both at Freddie’s. Why should he not get his leg over tonight. It was his plan after all.Somehow maybe it was telepathic. He could sense my annoyance. “Come on mate, just a bit of fun. Anyhow thanks for the fun.” He could also sense that it was now difficult for me to be dropped home. “Can you still catch the 21?” He asked.I just got up. What was the point. He had wasted my opportunity to get home and to bed. He reached out and grabbed my arm “Whats your fockin beef pal?”I snapped. “YOU! You drag me here to sort out your brother’s shit and then when you get a bird all hot and bothered expect me to just fuck off!” I start to simmer down. Had I woken a sleeping dragon? The dog started to bark.There is a pause a silence. As if he is concocting something in his brain. “So I guess your perfect evening then mate was, date, conversation, go back for coffee and then a fuck. Was that what you were hoping?” he said bluntly”It does not matter anymore.” I add. I start to look for my coat. “Well you had the dinner, I spoke to you and you had a beer. Maybe its you that needs to get fucked?” he said.Part 4: With Cream On Top.His Staffie was looking over as he was texting on his phone. His text read “Sorry angel but I cant tonight. Still with my date” He had his phone in his left hand as he ran his hand through my hair. He gradually pushed my head down as I continued to suck his cock. My eyes were misty red from crying. I heard the click of the phone as he took a photo of me giving head. I felt positively sick was I continued to suck his cock. Taking it down and up in my mouth.He pulled the cock out of my mouth and spat on it and slammed it back in.Part 5: The Cream Up the BottomJoe had left his door ajar. His front door. Angel, his regular fuck buddy never got his message. It never went through. Angel pushed the door open. She could hear the staffie panting. Or so what she thought. But It was the panting of Joe. Joe was panting but at what? As she walked in she me on my hands and knees sobbing my heart out. Joe was poised behind my backside, sliding his 8′ cock in and out of my asshole. My nails were digging into the carpet as he was slowly wearing away my anal seal. “A fucking guy mate?” She said shocked. He had his hand on the crevis of my back. “Too fucking right babes, just happened like” He bucked and bucked.Part 6: No more Cream?Angel and Joe were in a kiss, smooching on the sofa. Apart from the entwining of their lips, the only other noise was the suckering my asshole was making. Angel broke from the kiss to look up and see me naked bouncing. I was sweating like mad through my hair. I had my palms pushed down on his legs. “Fuck me Joe, Fuck that feels great” I uttered as he continued to pound my asshole. She knew Joe lacked a condom and saw the expression on his face. She watched as he unloaded into my ass.TBC

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bir cevap yazın

E-posta hesabınız yayımlanmayacak. Gerekli alanlar * ile işaretlenmişlerdir

antep escort istanbul travestileri istanbul travestileri ankara travestileri tuzla escort kartal escort sakarya escort ankara escort izmir escort escort ankara izmir partner seks hikayeleri escort pendik kartal escort maltepe escort pendik escort gaziantep escort etiler escort izmir escort izmir escort
bahis siteleri kaçak bahis bahis siteleri canlı bahis güvenilir bahis canlı bahis sakarya escort bayan webmaster forum bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort