A romantic meal stirs passionate feelings

Tom smiled widely, his cheeks flushed from more than just the wine, as he felt Julie's big, warm hand settle over his own on the table, her strong callused fingers stroking over his skin. That gentle grip made his heart tremble and his chest glow with warmth. It was just her holding his hand...but he felt he was floating on a cloud of happiness all the same. They were coming to the end of the night, but already this had been one of the most amazing, special evenings in the young man's life. Just like Julie had promised, the food she'd ordered for him from a chuckling Ernesto had been so delicious, but her company was the real delight. Not only was she so handsome and strong he still could hardly believe she wasn't a model or movie star, but...she was so easy to talk to as well. She never made him feel small or stupid the way some women could do with a look or sneer. Instead, she was genuinely interested in what he had to say.

They'd talked a lot, so much so that she'd had to gently remind him on a few occasions to finish his food before it got cold, since he was so fixated on her he'd almost forgotten. Starting with just chats about hobbies, their jobs and other simple things that it still delighted him to learn about her, but as the evening wore on and they leaned closer in over the table towards each other he found himself spilling his heart. He'd told her things he couldn't quite believe she'd drawn out of him on what was still their first date, like how much he missed his home and family, and how nervous he was about his looming future. Every now and then under the warm haze of wine he'd worried she might look at him like was an idiot, or just get awkward and touchy the way women did about a boy falling too fast or expecting too much from them, but the gentle look in her gorgeous eyes showed only sympathy and care.

Now, having just finished off a delicious Tiramisu she'd picked out for him from the dessert menu and her gently but firmly holding his small hand like she never meant to let him go, Tom felt a certain fluttering anticipation working it's way down from his belly. Their legs were...close under the small table, so much so that he could feel the warmth of her muscled calves through his tights, something he grew more and more aware of with each passing moment. His dick was pressing against the tight panties he wore to keep it in check, and he couldn't quite stop his gaze from darting down over the swell of Julie's breasts, or flickering over the tanned skin of her muscled forearms. She caught his admiring gaze with a teasing grin, like she knew just where he'd been looking, but before he could blush too hot or stammer out an apology, this handsome, strong and gentle woman leant across the table and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss started out like the one she'd given him outside Tom's apartment, soft and sweet, her skin brushing over his like she was worried he might break while her hand held his. It was...really nice, of course, but with the aching between his legs growing fiercer with every passing moment the young man found himself longing for more. It felt almost too...bold, he'd never have done it on what was still their first date for any other woman, but with Julie he found himself pressing into the kiss, trying to get even more from her. Seeming to notice his eagerness, Julie leant forward herself. The young man shivered with delight as he felt her tongue slide between his open, welcoming lips.

His cheeks burned as he felt her tongue hungrily press against his own, both of them leaning as much as they could into each other over this small table he was starting to wish would just disappear so he could jump into her lap and have her hold him tight. He hadn't been kissed like this for a while, and whereas before it had made him feel used and invaded...something he had to tolerate like so much he'd **** himself to bear to keep the woman who'd gone on to tear his heart in two and nearly ruin his life. With Julie though, it made him feel so...hot and needy, his hips thrusting toward her under the table like he was some wanton slut. Only, that wasn't all, as amazing as it was that she could make him feel this way with just a kiss. Something in the tender, gentle way her tongue entwined his own felt so...warm and right, his chest aching and full. He felt safe like this, even the obvious lust in her hungry kiss a thrill rather than a threat. Tom knew he'd have let her kiss him forever if he could, but at last the handsome woman drew back with a longing gasp, her dark eyes alight with desire and her own cheeks flushed scarlet.

She was silent for a moment, both of them breathing hard. Tom was still frozen, leaning over the table. He felt her smoldering gaze drift over his body, hardly daring to believe he could find a woman looking at him like that exciting. He even found himself shifting in his seat, thrusting his flat chest out under the thin fabric of his collared shirt, giving her even more to lustfully admire. The young man knew he was being a little naughty right now, but he thrust those feelings of sickly guilt and worry aside as firmly as he could. Julie wasn't the sort of woman who'd jump to thinking he was some kind of slut just because of this. She wasn't like the others...she wasn't...

"Well, this has been just...amazing." Julie leaned back in her chair at last, the smile blooming on her face making Tom want to jump for joy. "Damn, if I'd known taking you out was going to be this much fun I'd have swept you out of that cookie stand weeks ago when I first spotted you." She gave him another lustful look that made him smile eagerly back at her and firmly wishing the same so he could have had a few more weeks of this. Well...they were going out now at least, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure they had more dates! "Now, as much as I'm enjoying myself it's getting a little late, isn't it?" She sighed. "I'd better walk you home and make sure you're safe." She tore her gaze from him with obvious **** and glanced meaningfully at her watch.

"What about...the bill?" Tom glanced over the pair of empty wine glasses and the bowl he'd just eaten from.

"Never you mind." She shrugged, already reaching for her jacket on the back of her chair. "I handled everything when Ernesto brought you that dessert."

"Oh, thanks very much." Tom nodded, biting his lip uncertainly. Well, that was normal, he supposed. It wasn't worth insisting on anything when most women just paid for dates out of hand, even if it made him feel a little guilty to know she'd managed to handle the bill without him even noticing or being able to offer to chip in. Hopefully Julie was understanding enough to let him at least pay his share next time, though he'd heard even the more modern-minded women like her tended to be more conservative when it came to dating at least. No need to worry about that just yet though, the young man shook his head, trying to focus on the warmth he felt around her instead. He slipped from his chair, smoothing down his skirt and shivering a little as it brushed over his tight panties and the stiff erection pressing against them. They'd both enjoyed the evening way too much to let it get spoiled now by him whining about her matriarchal assumptions.

Julie stepped up beside him, and he gasped with longing when her warm hand found his once again, clasping it tight in strong fingers. He answered her grip with a soft, gentle one of his own, their fingers entwining. The smile on her face when their longing gazes met made him feel like he was going to heaven. He wanted her to kiss him again, to sweep him up in those strong arms and do things to him that certainly were not appropriate for a public setting like this. It was almost a disappointment when instead she just turned, guiding him along with her with a gentle tug on his wrist.

Without needing another word, she led him towards the door, his smaller body pressing neatly into her side with their arms linked between them. Ernesto was waiting by the booth again, his smirking remarks about enjoying the rest of the evening when Tom tried to thank him making the young man blush even hotter. Julie seemed to shrug the lewd implications off with just a rough chuckle, but the older man's teasing did make Tom, at least, wonder whether the evening had to end just yet. The insistent aching between his legs wasn't fading in the slightest and the throbbing heat of lust was making him consider doing some things he'd never have dreamed of otherwise. This was only the first date, he tried to tell himself and yet...

As they walked together down the sidewalk, hand in hand under the flickering street-lights, he couldn't keep his eyes off this handsome, strong woman who'd thrilled him so much, letting her lead him by the hand and wondering longingly if he was daring enough to try something very bold indeed. They'd reach his apartment soon, and it would just take a few words, just a simple invitation into his living room to...have a coffee or something. She'd know what he really meant, know what he was offering, but it wasn't just to please her. He really, really wanted this too in a way a young man shouldn't feel. That kiss had...just felt so good though and he couldn't stop himself from wanting even more. Not sex...not just yet anyway no matter a wicked urge inside him really wanted that too. Maybe just more kisses while she held him tight in her big, strong hands and had her way with him. And maybe...if she was really good to him, he'd even kneel between her legs and eat her out before the night was through.

As they turned the corner onto the familiar street where his shabby apartment waited, he found the objections he could muster wavering in the face of that hot longing for her. She had to want him too, right? She was a woman, so after a kiss like that her pussy had to be all wet and swollen for him. Girls couldn't control themselves when that happened, he'd heard as much so many times, from his ex who'd used it to excuse the things she'd done to him. So if he asked her to come inside with him...she'd definitely want to, right? But what if that made her think he was a slut? The thought made his head spin, the sickening specter of old wounds digging painfully into his gut. If he gave up anything tonight, would she stop wanting to treat him right, stop wanting to date him? He wanted her...so badly, but he wanted to be her boyfriend too, not just a dick she called when she got horny. Tom shivered uncertainly as his apartment building loomed in front of them, still torn and undecided. What should he do?