VIctoria

 

 

Victoria wrapped the towel around herself snugly and made the few steps from the bathroom to her bedroom. It was Friday evening and she had to get ready for dinner with Bradley. She had been able to leave work a little early so she could get home by 6:30pm, and now she couldn’t decide what to wear.

She remembered his words. Something with easy access. She chuckled. She wasn’t sure what she was gonna give him access to, but it never hurt to look sexy on a night out, so she decided on a form-fitting black skirt that ended just above the knees with a loose but fun blouse.

Earlier that day he texted her asking for her unit number; he said he just wanted to pick her up properly from her doorstep, but she didn’t buy that line. He probably would have asked to come in using some pretense, and then he would have made his move before they even went to dinner. She smirked. Not falling for that one, buddy.

Her mind wandered back to his rippling muscles and his charming smile. She wasn’t averse to getting close and personal, but she didn’t want to make it too easy for him; his ego was already oversized and didn’t need any extra padding.

She told him he could meet her downstairs, and he was just going to have to be satisfied with that.

Suddenly, she recalled Ashley and the hell she was going through. Victoria hoped that her date and discussion with her boyfriend were going well. She wished she could call her or text her to offer her support, but it was probably bad timing. She made a mental note to text her before the night was over, grabbed her clutch, and headed downstairs.

Her belly flip-flopped as she rode the elevator down the twenty-four floors to the lobby. This was unlike her, and she didn’t even know why she was feeling this way. She let out a breath as she exited the elevator.

Sitting in a large plush leather chair in the lobby, and facing her, was Bradley. His phone was in his hands but he looked up when he heard the elevator doors open.

He was just as hot as the first time she met him. No, he was hotter. And seeing him in a new environment erased all the negative feelings he had conjured up in her that first night.

When he saw that it was her, he stood up. He was even taller than she remembered, she noticed with pleasure. At 5’9”, she was considered tall for a woman, and preferred her men taller than her. She’s made some exceptions, but in general she preferred to feel smaller and protected, and it was a real turn on to look up into a hot man’s face when pressed against him.

She must have smiled, because he flashed her that gorgeous smile of his.

“Hi, Victoria,” he said as she approached. “Are you ready for some fun? I hope your drink doesn’t end up on you tonight.”

“Hi, Bradley. Yeah, I sure hope not, or you’re getting a dry-cleaning bill.”

He laughed and they walked outside. With a hand on the small of her back, he motioned to where he’d parked his car. His hand was firm but gentle, and she liked that.

“So, where are we headed?” she asked as she settled into his car. She noted that it was clean and tidy and still had that new car scent.

“I’ve made a reservation already. We’re going to a new Italian restaurant. Are you ok with that?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“It’s called Buonanotte, I think,” he said as they sped off.

“For real? I’ve heard great things about that place.” She was pleased. That restaurant had been rated the hottest new restaurant in the city, and she wondered how he managed to get a reservation on such short notice.

“It can’t be easy to get a reservation there,” she said.

“I know the manager,” he responded, without any further elaboration.

When they arrived at the restaurant, a valet driver took his car and they headed inside. They were seated at a quiet table off to the side. Soft house music played in the background, creating a trendy vibe.

Good, she thought. They can talk a little in private.

They chatted over dinner, mostly about her. She was interested in him as well, but he always brought the conversation back to her, which she didn’t mind. She was sick and tired of how most guys only seemed to like hearing themselves talk about... well, themselves. She told him about her job, and about her volunteer work with the board, and he seemed interested in the details of her life.

When he wasn’t looking, she checked him out discretely. Well dressed, solid and well-built, simply gorgeous. He was wearing a nice collared shirt, so she couldn’t see the rippling muscles that were on full display at the bar, but she remembered his chiseled arms well, and started feeling warm all over. She realized she had already had three glasses of wine with her dinner, so she tried to chalk it up to that, but there was no denying it: she was hot for him. She had to force herself to look away from that face, and to keep her eyes off his body.

She wasn’t the only one who was transfixed, it seemed. She noticed many of the female patrons and even some staff staring at him, distracted, and practically eye-fucking him. Not that she had a problem with that – she was the one out with him, and besides, she wasn’t all that invested. It was purely for fun, she told herself.

“So, did I manage to melt your chilly exterior, my ice queen?” He smiled wryly, leaning in towards her.

She hoped she wasn’t blushing.

“Well, you’ve redeemed yourself, if that’s what you’re wondering. I forgive you for getting me all wet the other night.” Her eyes widened and she knew she was blushing. Damn it, she thought.

He chuckled, not letting her slip of the tongue go just like that.

“I’m glad I have that effect on you.” His hand inched across the table closer to hers and covered it, sending butterflies to her stomach.

The bill came, and against all her protestations, he insisted on paying for both of their dinners. She didn’t care whether he paid or not, but she decided he was somewhat of an old-fashioned guy if he insisted on paying for a woman.

“Oh, I forgot to ask if you wanted coffee. It’s too late to have it here now. How about my place?” He looked at her intently. “For coffee,” he added.

Her mind raced. The alcohol made it harder to think. Ok, decide. Go to his place or not? She didn’t put a lot of thought into it before answering.

“Your place? Hope you don’t end up spilling any fluids down my legs.”Oh no, not again. She laughed at her own slip and squeezed his hand. “I mean… you know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do. Come on, let’s go.”

The ride to his place passed by in a flash. She hoped that he didn’t notice how nervous she was. The alcohol had taken effect and her normally cool exterior tended to show some cracks when she got a few drinks in her. The streetlights seemed to whiz by as she stared out the window. He reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a quick squeeze. She looked at their hands. Hers seemed so tiny now, enveloped by his. She sat back and sighed. She felt so nervous with him, but strangely comfortable as well.

They made it back to his place. It was a condo by the lake, and on a high enough floor to have a great view. She was very impressed by what she saw. His place was sleek and tidy, but still managed to have a cozy feel to it.

She sat on the couch while he made their coffees in the kitchen.

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me anymore?” he called out. She couldn’t see his face but his voice had a hint of humor about it.

She thought she’d play along,

“I don’t know, it was a pretty rude move. Is that how you meet all your girls? I don’t know if I could ever forgive you, to be honest.”

“Number one: no, that’s not how I meet girls. Usually they just throw themselves at me or knock on my door after hearing about me through the grapevine.” He returned from the kitchen with two mugs of coffee. “Number two, I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you somehow.”

He sat down beside her.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow and a small smile playing on her lips.

“Well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we?” His hand rested on her bare knee, sending shock waves through her.

She laughed nervously and took a sip of her coffee. “I guess so.”

He had taken his dress shirt off and she could once again see his rippling muscles peeking out from his t-shirt.

“Hey, that night that I met you, you said you have a stage name. Do you really act?”

He nodded. “Yeah, you can say that. It pays a lot of bills.”

“I see. So do you act full time, or do you have a real job?” She winced as soon as she heard herself speak, and hoped he wasn’t too offended. Sometimes her barely-there filter failed her.

“It’s my only job right now. I’m a medical student by day, actually,” he said, completely nonchalantly.

This was a shock to her. Normally the lawyer and doctor types made sure to tell her about their “special status” as soon as possible, which was a real pet peeve of hers.

“Really? That’s cool. Why didn’t you mention it earlier? Sounds like something that would come up in conversation, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know. Is it really that important?” He seemed to be bored by the topic.

She was taken aback and didn’t know how to answer.

“No, I guess not, but usually guys mention that kind of thing right away, you know, to impress a girl. Since some are impressed by that sort of thing.” She realized she was digging herself into an even deeper hole and blushed.

“Well, I don’t need to rely on that sort of thing to impress girls. And I don't necessarily want to end up with a girl for whom that plays a major role in deciding to be with me.”

“True, fair enough. It is impressive, though. Not because you might make a decent living later, but because it shows you have the dedication to go through with something that most people can't even begin.”

He looked serious for a minute. “Yeah, I guess so. That’s a really nice way of putting it actually.”

He squeezed her knee and set his mug down on the coffee table.

“But enough about that.”

She could feel the tension in the air between them. All it would take was a spark to ignite the flame. His strong legs were just inches from hers, and his hand on her knee was so warm she thought it would burn a hole through her.

Her body responded to his touch. She could feel a warmth and heaviness between her legs and knew that she might not make it home too early that night. On the other hand, she had had a bit to drink and wasn’t sure it was the best time to burn up the sheets with him. One thing was for sure: she was going to have a taste of this hot man sooner or later.

As if reading her mind, he made his move towards her. He cupped her face in one of his big hands and turned her face towards his. Her heart stopped. Then, he sealed his lips over hers in a kiss that seemed to last forever.

His lips were delicious. Soft and firm at the same time.

She kissed him back eagerly, throwing an arm around him and burying her hand in his hair. Her heart began to race as she lost herself in his kiss. It felt so right and she didn’t want it to end. His kiss was insistent and assertive; she knew where this was likely to go. His hand moved up from her knee and brushed her inner thigh, giving her goose bumps and sending a shiver down her spine. His thumb led the way upwards and stopped at the seam of her panties.

Their lips separated and he buried his face in her neck, kissing and sucking on it at the same time. She felt the weight of his body and leaned backwards, until she was lying back in that soft and comfortable couch.

Suddenly, her head started spinning. And not in a pleasant way. The alcohol, she thought. His thumb pushed aside her panty and brushed against her pussy lips, and her heart raced. It felt so, so good, but she didn’t want it to be like this. She didn’t want to waste their first night together on a drunken romp.

“No,” she said.

He must not have heard her, because he didn’t seem to be stopping what he was doing.

“No!” she said, louder this time, and applied some pressure to his shoulders with both hands.

She felt his weight being lifted off her as he removed his hand from under her skirt and raised himself up off her.

“Ok,” he said, holding his hands up as if to surrender.

She sat up and pulled her skirt down. This felt awkward. She wanted it, she really did, but she stopped it before they could go any further.

“Are you ok?” he asked, noticing her ashen complexion. To her relief, he didn’t seem annoyed or impatient; he seemed genuinely concerned about her.

She struggled to catch her breath, but it was nearly impossible after all that excitement.

“Yes, yes. I mean, I feel a little sick. It must be the alcohol.”

“Can I get you some water? Or are you hungry?” He stood up and headed to the kitchen.

“No, I ate enough during dinner. Some water would be great, though.”

“No problem,” he said, and set off towards the kitchen.

He returned with a glass of water, and seeing him like that, being so attentive to her needs, she wondered if she hadn’t made a huge mistake in bringing things to a halt after all.

Whatever he was doing was working, because she was still turned on and eager for him, but she decided it was for the best that they stopped for the night. The spring and summer were long, and there would be plenty of time for that.

She took a sip and looked up at him.

“Thanks for the water. I’m really sorry, I -”

He cut her off. “Listen, you have nothing to be sorry about. The last thing I want is for you – or anyone, for that matter – to go through with something they aren’t sure about.”

“I know, and I’m so glad you feel that way, but I feel like I led you on, and that’s not my style.”

“Don’t worry about it. Really, it’s not a big deal, and there’s nothing to be sorry for.” He sat back down beside her. “Are you gonna be ok alone at home, or do you wanna crash here?”

“I don’t know.” She felt dizzy and a little queasy. She would probably be fine at home, she thought, but she didn’t want the night to end. She didn’t want to leave him.

“Well, if you’re worried at all about things, you shouldn’t. You can have the couch and I’ll stay in my bed. Or vice versa – it’s up to you.”

“Thanks. I don’t want to put you out. I can stay on the couch.” That’s what came out of her mouth, but her body was screaming take me to your bed and make me scream! She detected a hint of disappointment in his face, but he didn’t say anything to indicate that he was anything other than totally ok with how things turned out.

“Alright. I’ll bring you a blanket and a pillow. Make yourself at home. If you get hungry or thirsty, you know where the kitchen is. Help yourself.”

Before leaving her, he brushed his hand along her cheek, and pulled her to him for a deep kiss. Her lips parted when they met his and she drank in his kisses eagerly, feeling his soft but firm lips on hers.

“And if you change your mind, you know where to find me,” he said.

Just when she convinced herself that she wanted him, and wanted him more than anyone else ever, he pulled away and sauntered off towards his bedroom. Before disappearing, he turned his head and in his deep voice and with lust in his eyes, he wished her a good night. Her whole body tingled and she wanted to stop him, and tell him he could continue, but something stopped her.

After drinking some more water and taking an Advil, she settled in for the night. The couch was perfectly comfortable and she could tell the bedding was clean and fresh.

Bradley got in the shower. She heard the water running and for a moment she wished she was under the hot jet streams with him, feeling his body pressed against hers.

She felt herself dozing off, but came to when the shower turned off. She opened her eyes in the darkness. From her spot, she could see the light seeping from under the bathroom door.

Her throat tightened. All she wanted to do was jump up and run in there to join him. But she didn’t.

The door opened and her eyes focused on the figure emerging from the brightness. He stepped out, and the light from the bathroom fell upon his perfect body as he paused there, trying to see her through the darkness. She remained still and quiet, watching him from her spot on the couch.

He had a towel wrapped around his waist, but that was it. The rest of his body was out in plain sight, and it was magnificent. He ran a hand through his wet hair and a shiver ran up and down her spine.

His upper body had a perfect V-shape, and she could make out the muscles in his arms and shoulders. His legs were long and athletic, and she could tell that under that towel he had a muscular and tight ass.

After pausing there for a moment, he disappeared just as quickly as he had appeared, and she closed her eyes, wishing she was still in his arms.