Eat

I hadn't seen him in years.  Decades.  The taxi was coming by in ten minutes and I still wasn't ready.  It didn't help that I had only just got out of the shower.  Dressing up and looking glamorous was never one of my strong points.  I preferred to just look natural, but I guessed a little makeup wouldn't go astray.  I chose a fairly plain dress teamed with boots.  I snuck some thigh high stockings on, just for a twist of adventure.  I had never been to this restaurant before but I knew it was a pretty casual funky sort of place.  I was hoping to look stylish yet understated.  As I looked in the mirror at my reflection, I felt like I was failing miserably.  Time was up.  As I made it to the front door, grabbing keys and throwing on some lip gloss, the taxi pulled up in my driveway.  A rush of nerves took me by surprise.  Why should I be so nervous?  It had been 15 years since I had seen him and there were no expectations.  I approached the taxi, realising he would get a good look of me well before I caught a glimpse of him.  I tried to walk gracefully but grace was never a strong point of mine either.  I ducked down to get in the back seat, and our eyes met for the first time in forever.  The connection was instant.

"Hi" I said nervously.
"Hello" he replied.  He leaned across and kissed me on the cheek, and while he was there I took the chance to inhale him.  I have a thing about smells.  Names dessert me, faces fade but someone's scent stays with me for a long time.  He smelled good.  More than good.  He smelled completely edible.  I found myself wanting to be close to him already.  Not a good start.  We sat in silence as the taxi took us to our restaurant.  The tension was palpable.  There was a static in the air just being in his presence.  I wondered if he felt it too. 

Finally we arrived and walked through the front door together, making small talk, laughing a little and both wondering what the evening had in store.  A few drinks later, we relaxed into an easy banter and started to open up to each other.  We talked about school, about old times, our lives and the paths we had chosen.  I felt so comfortable with him I started to touch his arm as we joked, feeling the spark as my skin touched his.  Did he feel it?  Did he realise how being near him affected me so? 

Time flew.  Before we knew it we were finishing off our drinks, laughing a lot and paying the bill.  Outside it had started to rain.  As we walked out he looped his hand in mine and I smiled my approval at him.  We walked in silence for a while under the awnings of shops before he stopped and turned towards me.  He tilted my chin up to him and kissed me gently.  Just lips at first, soft and warm.  Then came his tongue, darting between parted lips.  I let out a gasp as I began to feel my body respond to his mouth and tongue, his hands in my hair.  He pulled back and looked at me quizzically.  I just smiled and shrugged, unwilling and unable to hide my desire.  As if reading my mind, he took my hand again and started walking.  We came to a narrow alleyway, and without hesitation, he lead me into the alley.  Water dripped from a leaky gutter high above us and he pushed me into the stream of water.  I gasped again as my body felt the ice cold sensation of water running over my dress, down my cleavage and down my legs.  I arched a little as I began to enjoy the water on me.  His hand came to my breast and traced its outline as the water ran down me.  He started to unbutton me from the top down, exposing my bra, my breasts and cold erect nipples.  Through my bra he took a nipple between his fingers and gently squeezed.  I arched again, willing him to touch me more.  My dress slipped down, leaving me in underwear, stocking and boots.  He seemed to approve as his hands explored my body, slippery with water.  He moved in closer to me and I clawed at his shirt, desperate for skin to skin contact.  We kissed hard, both panting and full of desire.  His hand slipped down my panties, bringing with it cold water to mix with the warmth of my pussy.  The sensation of cold and warm made me draw my breath in sharply.  His fingers found me, teasing and sliding, rubbing as I ground against his hand, needing more contact, more purpose to his touch.  He smirked.  He knew he had me.  He got to his knees and spread me wider, his tongue finding my clit in teasing circles.  I groaned with pleasure, watching him work between my legs as water came down over both of us.  I came as he squeezed my clit between his lips, my voice hoarse and desperate.  He stood up and kissed me fully, letting me taste myself as his tongue lingered on mine.  We smiled and dressed again, walking hand in hand to the taxi stand hoping someone would take us in our saturated state.  The night was young and there was a lot of catching up to do.