It had been six weeks since I picked up my life and moved across the country in search of a fresh start. A new beginning in a new year. I traded in the frigid cold of Toronto for the more moderate, albeit wet and somewhat dreary, climate of Vancouver. I accepted a job at the University of British Columbia, and rented a condo in an affluent neighbourhood just off campus.
I quickly settled into a new routine. There was a trendy cafe that was on my walk to work, where I liked to stop every morning for my coffee, and sometimes my breakfast. The staff were very friendly, and I quickly learned all their names and enjoyed the conversations we had every morning, often involving other regular customers. I felt right at home there.
Unbeknownst to me, you were also a regular patron. You quietly sat at your table most mornings, seemingly lost in the newspaper. But you weren’t really lost in thought. You were observing me.
You had been coming to this cafe for a couple of years. One morning in early January, I walked in, and your thoughts have been consumed with me ever since. When I walked in, you knew immediately that I was new here. You got a faint whiff of my perfume as I walked past your table, causing you to look up.
There was something about my understated confidence that drew you in. The warm smile on my face. The sparkle of my emerald eyes. The shine of my shoulder-length, wavy brown hair. The easiness of my laugh. The gentle sway of my hips. The feminine bounce of my breasts. Your body immediately reacted to mine.
Morning after morning, you arrived before me and made sure to grab a table that would afford you the best view, the best vantage point to observe my interactions. You listened attentively, learning my likes and my dislikes. You chuckled behind the cover of your newspaper when I said something funny. You felt your cock strain against the fabric of your pants as I moved, unaware of your attention.
After a few weeks of this, you decided it was time to meet me. You devised a plan and put it in motion.
Two days before Valentine’s Day, you left an envelope, with my name on the outside, on the counter during a busy time, knowing that the staff would find it and make sure to get it to me in the morning. Of course, it worked. As I ordered my coffee the next morning, the envelope was handed to me. I didn’t question it, just figured it was a new loyalty card, or perhaps a Valentine from the staff. I slipped it into my bag to open later, much to your dismay.
As I sat at my desk, watching a coworker arrive with a cup of coffee, I remembered the note and reached for my bag. I was surprised when I opened it. There was a beautiful notecard with a heart on the front of it. Inside was a handwritten message which read. “I have been secretly admiring you from afar. I would be honoured if you would be my Valentine. Please meet me for dinner at 7:00 pm at The Nightingale. Show the host this card, and you will be shown to our table.”
My mind immediately started racing. Who was my secret admirer? Considering the envelope came from the coffee shop, it was safe to assume he was there. I scanned my mind for anyone who might have been there, and came up empty. I guess the only way to find out would be to show up for dinner.
On Valentine’s Day morning, I stopped for my usual coffee. My eyes searched for any clue. I was looking for you, but you weren’t there. You stayed away on purpose, not wanting to give yourself away. I was torn and wrestled with whether to meet you for dinner or not. I was excited by the thought of the possibilities, while at the same time being afraid of being disappointed.
As the evening approached, I decided to go ahead and meet you. I took particular care in dressing for you. Although it was Valentine’s Day, and the customary color of red would be the choice of most women tonight, I instead opted for a deep navy. Red was never my color.
My carefully chosen dress had a plunging neckline and accentuated my hourglass figure perfectly. My hair hung past my shoulders in loose waves, tucked behind my right ear. My makeup was smoky and sexy, making my emerald eyes pop. My skin was shimmering, thanks to my luxurious lotion. I slipped on my high-heeled shoes and spritzed some of my perfume on my wrists and the nape of my neck. I was ready to meet you.
I arrived at the restaurant parking lot fifteen minutes early. My heart was pounding, threatening to beat right out of my chest. There was a thin sheen of sweat forming on my body. My mouth was dry. Perhaps I should turn around and go home. Yet, I couldn’t.
Mustering all my strength, I opened the door, straightened my dress and my coat, and walked toward the restaurant on shaky legs. My pulse was pounding in my ears. I took one final deep breath and stepped inside.
The warm smile of the host greeted me. “Welcome to The Nightingale! Do you have a reservation?”
I smiled and showed the Card as I was told to. Recognition spread across the host’s face. “You’re the lucky lady! I hope you don’t mind that I offered to be his Valentine if things don’t work out between you.”.
Laughing, I replied, “I’ll be sure to let you know!” I was grateful for the laugh, breaking the tension and putting me more at ease.
She led me to our table. You stood immediately to greet me. You took my breath away, looking so handsome in your dark suit, with a crisp white shirt, open at the collar. No tie. Your brown curls were styled sexily, and your warm hazel eyes drew me right in. Your smile melted my heart and put me at ease.
You offered me a polite hug. Your body was warm and toned – I could feel the definition of your muscles under my hands. As my head leaned against your chest, I could hear your heart pounding. It seemed as if you were as nervous as I was. Knowing that put me instantly at ease.
As I took my seat, I looked closer at you, trying to place you. Then I realized I knew those eyes. I had seen them peering over your newspaper, usually veiled by the peak of your ball cap. I never really noticed much about you or realized how handsome you were.
We started talking, finding an easy rapport. As the evening wore on, I found myself more and more attracted to you. When your hand grazed mine, I felt a jolt of electricity course right through me, igniting the flames of desire deep within me that had been dormant for a long time.
I felt myself blushing and laughing, and yes, even flirting with you in my own rusty way. Giggling, tucking my hair behind my ear nervously, biting my lip…. For some reason, you seemed to like me too.
Our evening flew by, and soon it was time to leave. Hand in hand, you walked me to my car. I stopped and looked up at you before opening the door. Your thumb and index fingers gently grabbed my chin, tilting my head up to kiss me. I melted into you, wanting more. Breathless, you reluctantly broke your lips away from mine.
“I think we better stop there,” I said teasingly. “It is only our first date, after all. Thank you for an incredible evening.”
You looked at me and nodded, with a devilish grin. “You’re right of course. Good night.”
Turning, you walked away. I was a little bit hurt by that, but knew it was the right thing to do. As I opened my car door, you turned back towards me and called out, “Would you like to go on a second date with me?”
“Absolutely!” I replied.
“Busy now?” you queried.
A grin spread across my face. “No.”
This time, you closed the distance between us, pulling me into your arms and kissed me with hunger that made me weak in the knees. Your soft lips moving on mine, our tongues passionately dancing together. Our hands exploring each other’s bodies.
“My place or yours?” you asked between kisses.
“That is the cheesiest line I ever heard!” I giggled. “Yours.”
Taking my keys, you helped me into the passenger side of my car. Within minutes, we were pulling up to my street, and pulling into a condo just down the block from me. I figured you lived in my neighborhood, but this was close. You’ve been right here under my nose, and I never noticed you!
Taking my hand, you helped me out of the car and led me into your place, offering me a drink, which I politely refused. It wasn’t a drink I wanted.
My eyes locked on yours, and soon we were in each other’s arms again. I could feel the hardness of your cock pressing against me as my hands kneaded your perfectly round ass cheeks. You slipped off your suit coat and threw it over a chair. My hands pulled the tail of your shirt out of your pants, then opened one button at a time, slipping it off your shoulders, and letting it pool on the ground.
As I was stripping off your shirt, your hands found the zipper of my dress, sliding it all the way down. Your gentle fingers pushed it off my shoulders, and I stepped out of it. Now I stood before you in just my white lace bra and matching underwear. I heard your breath catch as you got your first full glimpse of me.
“You are even more beautiful than I imagined,” you whispered in my ear, as my hands set to work on removing your pants.
Standing in only our underwear, I locked my eyes on yours. My hands reached around my back as I unfastened the hooks of my bra, letting the straps fall down my shoulders as my hands cupped my breasts. I grabbed the delicate lace and peeled it away from my skin.
You drank in the sight of my full breasts, large rosy brown areolas, and hard puckered nipples. Next, my hand slid inside the waistband of my panties, my hips wiggling back and forth as I shimmied out of them. Your gaze sank to my smooth mound, already glistening with anticipation.
It was your turn – your thumbs hooked into your underwear and pulled them off in one swift motion. Your thick, rigid cock bounced playfully, as you stood there in all your glory. Your sculpted muscles rippled as you moved towards me, pushing me back against the wall as your lips found mine, your hands rubbing over my sensitive nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit.
The feeling of your pulsing cock laying against my mound, made me lose control of all my senses. I needed you inside of me. I lifted my leg up around your waist, effectively sliding you right into me. My moan of pure pleasure as I felt you fill me, reverberated in the room. My muscles grabbed onto you, squeezing and pulsing as you began to thrust.
Lips locked together in a passionate kiss, the pace of our thrusts quickened, driving us nearer and nearer to the edge. Suddenly you stopped thrusting, hiking up my other leg so they were both wrapped around your waist. Placing your hands under my ass cheeks, still buried deep inside me, you carried me over to the padded ottoman and sat down with me straddling you.
My pelvis began rocking back and forth, as my muscles grasped you rhythmically. Arching my back, I thrust my breasts upwards while I reached behind me to tug and roll your balls between my fingers. You caught my nipples in your mouth, sucking and nibbling them one after the other, making me shiver.
Our steamy bodies were beginning to glisten in the light as perspiration coated them. I rode your cock as you thrust up into me until I could take it no longer. One final thrust and I cried out in sweet release, my nectar seeping over your cock and down your balls, triggering your own release.
When our bodies finally stopped shuddering, you gave me a sweet kiss and stood up, carrying me to the bedroom.
That was the night I first fell in love with you.
