The Date

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The DateI was never quite sure why Emily actually agreed to the date. She seemed often absent-minded and not really interested in me. I wouldn’t even call it a date rather a drink after work but at the time I was quite desperate and I classified any meeting with a woman a “date”.The bar around the corner was a known hang-out of co-workers and we were not really alone. As usual we started talking about work, interrupted by some colleagues saying hi and chipping in. The conversation took an unexpected turn when I looked for my phone, panicking that I lost it. I emptied my pockets and there were two tickets for an arts exhibition. “You like art? But you are in Accounting!” she giggled. I hit back “I need the boredom of accounting to counterbalance my artistic imagination!”. It was probably not the most exciting exhibition. Photography of ost-Soviet architecture and ruins after the changes of the 1990s. She reached out for her phone to google the exhibition while I tried to mock-wrestle her phone off her. She looks at the screen:”This is very bleak – but I like it. Who is the lucky 2nd ticket holder?”. I told her that my friend ankara escort wanted to go but couldn’t make it. Emily rolled her eyes: “Oh! Such a cliche! You always try to chat women up with post-utopian exhibitions?”. I suggested that if she is interested she is happy to join. Without quite knowing what happened this woman has talked me into date. Before I could buy the next drink however a text message beeped. Her facial expression changed to worry and concern. “Sorry, I need to leave now. I see you tomorrow at the exhibition?”. I said my good-bye – not even a hug – saw her leave the bar in a hurry and got back to my drink. Surely, this was her boy friend. A twinge of disappointment made me down the dreggs in my glass and go home.The next day I was quite surprised to actually meet her at the museum. “I needed to be on time because I don’t even have your number” said Emily. I replied: “I will never ever give my colleagues my phone number again. They are always late at meetings”. Emily seemed quite interested in the photography and I was also impressed. At the gift shop I bought the catalogue. antalya escort Emily looked surprised but I told her that I collect them and buy one catalogue for every exhibition I have ever been to…more or less. Emily looked at me in disbelief: “I don’t believe one word…you must either go to very few or your flat must be massive”. Pretending to be annoyed about her teasing I invited her to my flat: “See it with your own eyes then!”.In my flat I opened a botte of wine and showed her my shelves of personal art history. Some of it was quite ridiculous and we compared the deformed sculptures in one book with some of our friends and colleagues – the similarity was often quite remarkable. A few hours of wine, laughter and geek-talk about art on a couch she leaned her head on me and I put my arms around her. There was a spark. And then there was a kiss. We snogged for a bit and my hands wandered around her shoulders and massaged her neck. She moaned. After a good hour of knotting our tongues together and our hands touching up our chests she looked at me and said: “You are amazing but I have to go escort bayan now. I am sorry”. Before I could get up (utterly speechless from the kisses and the abrupt good-bye) she picked up her things and left.The next week at work we sort of avoided each other but one day I saw her alone at the coffee machine and said hello to her. Emily looked at me full of guilt: “I am sorry but there are things that I cannot tell you and they make ‘us’ difficult.” I suggested to her that she can talk to me about it and that we have a good chemistry and she does not even need to kiss me but that if she wants to I would even brush my teeth! She laughed and agreed to see me again.We met in another more cozy bar and started talking again. Strangely we both avoided talking about the other night or her strange remarks at the coffee machine. Both of us were too embarrassed to go near those touchy subjects. Again we went to my flat and of course our lips met again.It was quite clear that she got very passionate when I kissed her neck. My hands went over her breasts and stripped the straps of her dress and bra over her shoulder. Here I was greeted by her perfectly stiff nipples and I could not resist sucking them. She moaned and when I briefly and gently had her nipples between my teeth she even moaned more. My hands wandered further down where I touched something hard between her legs.Next episode follows soon

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