A Bad Blind Date

He wasn’t coming. He wasn’t showing. I had been stood up.

I fucking hated blind dates.

I was beyond mortified. I was downright humiliated. I’d been sitting in the restaurant for over an hour and I was almost burning with embarrassment. The waiter came by again and asked if I’d like to go ahead and order.

I forced a smile and said, “Oh, no. I’m leaving.”

He smiled back and said, “I’m so sorry he didn’t show.”

“I’m not,” I said and dug my wallet out of my purse. “He just saved me a lot of trouble.”

He nodded knowingly and I pushed some money into his hand, thanking him for his time. As I left he muttered something.

“What is it?” I asked.

“He doesn’t know what he missed,” he said and gave me a knowing look.

I blushed but managed to say, “No, he doesn’t.”

Fucking men. But, yeah, the son of a bitch who stood me up didn’t know what he was missing. If I don’t say so myself, I was a hot piece of ass. I was slim and trim and very pretty. And I was dressed to kill. My little black dress fit like a glove and my red stilettos made the outfit. My usually auburn hair was now dyed a fiery red and it was long and perfectly styled. And I’d spent all this time getting ready for nothing.

I left the restaurant and just wanted to run back to my apartment and pour myself a glass of wine. I walked quickly. Well, as quickly as I could wearing four-inch heels, and tried not to fall over. I was about to just take my heels off and go barefoot when I heard someone behind me.

“Girrrlllll!”

I turned and saw my friends from work—Jane and Lena. They were dressed in short skirts and high heels. Their hair was also done flawlessly. They looked hot. They were obviously out partying. The three of us were really tight and ate lunch together most days and even saw each other on the weekends. They were great women and I loved having them as friends. I couldn’t help but smile and wait on them to catch up to me.

“Hey, girl,” Jane said and gave me a quick hug. “What’s up?”

I was too embarrassed to say I just got stood up, so I just smiled and said, “Nothing. Bad date.”

“Ugh,” Jane said and grimaced. “That sucks, Addie. Hey! We’re going to that new club. Wanna tag along?”

I thought about it. Why not? No. Why-the-fuck-not? I was in! “Sure,” I said and smiled. “So glad I ran into you.”

The club was exclusive but Lena knew the doorman. She was an ex-model and everyone was in love with her. Well, not everyone, but she always got a lot of attention. I was just glad to be doing something to take my mind off the sting of rejection.

We settled into a booth, got a bottle of vodka and glasses and started doing shots. Soon, I felt better and really got into the whole atmosphere of the club. It was one of those slick places that spent a lot on décor and made up for it on the overpriced drinks.

Lena leaned in and said, “Incoming!”

We turned to see a guy coming towards us. He was cute, sorta, but his suit was really wrinkled, like he’d slept in it, and he looked drunk off his ass. He leaned against the booth and smiled at us.

“Ladies,” he said.

We groaned.

He said, “I had a dream that you and me were together.”

“I’ll take this,” Jane said to me and then stared him dead in the eye and, without hesitancy, replied, “I had the same dream and your dick was this big.” She gave him about an inch with her fingers.

We howled with laughter. The look on his face was priceless. Sure, it was mean of her to say this, but that’s what happens when you’re out and drunk and… Well, inhibition tends to take a back seat and none of us had much filter to begin with.

He ambled off, nearly falling over his own two feet. We watched him go and sighed.

“What an ass!” Jane said and took another shot, then poured me one.

“Oh, no,” I said. “I’m good.”

“Come on, have one more,” she said. “Then we’ll go dance.”

I thought about it. Sure, why not? It as a Friday night, after all. I took the shot and then she and I headed to the dance floor where to danced to the electronic dance music. I had been slightly buzzed from the drinks but it wore off quickly with the dancing. However, I felt good and so glad I’d come here.

“Another one,” Jane said and jerked her head to the side. “And he’s got designs on you!”

I glanced over to see a tall guy wearing a nice white linen shirt and black slacks. He looked quite handsome and vaguely familiar to me. My bruised ego could use a boost so I allowed him to step in towards me and we just started dancing. He smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Wanna get a drink?” he asked.

“Sure, why not?” I said and glanced at Jane, who was now dancing with a cute guy. She winked at me and I went along with the handsome stranger to the bar where he ordered us two gin and tonics.

“Cheers,” he said and tapped his glass to mine.

“Here’s mud in your eye,” I said and took a long sip. I was hot and thirsty from dancing and it tasted so good. “Mmmm,” I moaned. “This is the best gin and tonic I’ve ever had.”

“It is good,” he said and gave me a long look, then grinned sheepishly.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he replied, then shook his head. “It’s just that I’m so glad I came here. You know, so we could meet.”

I blushed a little and smiled. “Aww, that’s such a nice thing to say.”

He shrugged. “Sure beats going on a blind date.”

My smile dropped.

He continued, “I was supposed to meet someone on a blind date but I bailed. I know it’s terrible but I just couldn’t go through with it.”

He, uh, what?

He sighed and said, “I met her on one of those online dating sites and last time I went on one of these things, it was a disaster. This other time a girl kept calling me and texting me and I had to change my number. She was nice but I just didn’t feel a connection with her.”

Could it be possible that he was the asshole who stood me up? No wonder he looked vaguely familiar.

“So, this time I chickened out,” he said, then wrapped one arm around my shoulders and squeezed. “I feel kinda bad about it, too, but, hey she could have been a psycho so I probably saved myself some trouble. Besides, I met you tonight.”

He was unbelievable. A terrible, terrible man! I wanted to freak out and tell him off but decided that maybe I should just keep my cool. “Is that so?” I asked. “Because I was supposed to meet someone on a blind date tonight, too. The Dinner Place?”

His face dropped. “It was you I was supposed to meet?”

“You’re Charlie, right?” I asked, starting to really fume at this asshole’s nerve.

“And you’re—”

“Addison,” I said. “Addie for short.”

“Oh fuck,” he moaned.

I nodded and untangled myself from his grasp, not wanting him to touch me. “Uh, I don’t think so.”

“Wait,” he said. “I was just… I dunno. Don’t leave!”

But I was gonna. I got up and started off.

“You can’t leave,” he said and grabbed me back. “Fuck, I am sorry but we gotta do this now.”

We did? No, we didn’t. Yes, I could tell he was hot for me. Oh, he wanted me and wanted me bad. But who the hell did this asshole think he was? I have to admit I had been seriously considering taking him home and fucking his brains out. I mean, before he told me he was the asshole who stood me up. I had really thought about it. This was odd for me too, considering I’d never have sex on the first date but I’d been willing to hook up with him since I’d just met him in a bar. Of course, he was very good looking and I hadn’t had sex in a while. I shook that thought off and decided I was done with men for a while. I needed a breather.

“Please,” he said. “We might have something here.”

“How’s that?” I said. “You stood me up.”

“If I had known it was you, I wouldn’t have stood you up!”

I groaned. Men! They were impossible! Impossible! And all they wanted to do was convince you to sleep with them. I had had it. I was over it. It was done, so put a fork in it.

“I don’t have time for this,” I said and turned on my heel and left.

I went back to the table, got my purse and told my friends I was leaving. They air-kissed me and went back to partying and I left the club, got on the sidewalk and decided to hail a cab. There was no way I was walking home in these heels.

“There you are!”

I turned to see Charlie coming towards me.

“You’re fast,” he said and stopped beside me. “Come on, give me a chance!”

A chance for what? Future heartbreak and torment? No. Thank. You.

I ignored him and tried to hail a cab. To no avail.

“God, what I wouldn’t give to kiss you,” he said. And then he did it! I was shocked to say the least, but thought, what the hell? I mean, why not? Sure, I was mad at him, but I was a little drunk and he was a good kisser. Why not see what he had to offer? Well, what he had was the ability to make me swoon. His mouth was firm but his lips were soft and they tasted divine. I found myself unable to not kiss him back, so I did, giving him tongue right there on the street, in front of the club, even after he had stood me up. But then, I came back to my senses. What was wrong with me?

“Why did you do that, you jerk?” I asked and pushed him away.

“Couldn’t help myself,” he said and tried to grab me back. “Come on.”

“No,” I said and pushed him away again. Didn’t he know that women could turn off the heat quicker than men? It wasn’t that big of a deal to us if we didn’t get laid. We knew we could always do it later, if we wanted to. (Besides that, we had vibrators.) Men never seem to think that way. They think if they don’t get it right now, it might not come around ever again. “What is wrong with you?” I asked. “First, you stand me up and then you just randomly kiss me?”

“I couldn’t help myself. You’re just too hot!” he said.

“You should have thought about that when you were standing me up!”

“I didn’t know!” he said, getting frustrated. He took a breath and held up his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re an asshole!”

“You’re right. I am an asshole,” he said and spotted a cab, then motioned it over. It stopped and he opened the door. “Let me make it up to you.”

“Sure,” I said, feeling my defenses starting to drop. He was a really good kisser, after all. “Pay for my ride home.”

He grinned. “I would love to.”

I sighed and got in the cab, then he got in. I gave the driver my address and we settled back into the seat. Neither one of us spoke for a while.

“Oh, by the way,” he said. “You look gorgeous.”

I rolled my eyes and wondered why I was even in this situation. Why was I in this situation? I was an idiot who agreed to a blind date. That’s why. Why had I done that? I turned and stared at him. That’s why. He, himself, was super hot. He was one of those guys that women just wanted. They just wanted, like, really, really badly. And I had to admit, even after he had stood me up, I wanted him, too. Why not? He had apologized repeatedly, after all. Why not salvage the evening?

But first, why not torment him a little?

I slid over beside him and put my hand on his inner thigh. He jumped a little then stared at me. I slid my hand back and pressed it between his legs. I felt his dick jump to attention. Oh, yes. He was packing some heat or, rather, some major meat, that was for sure. I could tell he was larger than average and maybe a little thicker. I turned to stare into his eyes and he stared back, not moving, barely breathing.

Then I felt his hand between my legs, slipping under my dress and then resting on my pussy. Oh, brother. Maybe I wasn’t going to torment him. Maybe he was going to torment me. Oh, yeah, that’s what was going to happen. Except it wouldn’t be torment I would be feeling. He was taking control, showing me what he could do. And what could I do besides see what he was going to do? Not much but just sit back and wait for the fireworks to start.

I started to heat up, just like that. I wanted more, just like that. I wanted him to do something, anything, to take the anticipation away. But he didn’t. He just left his hand there, on my pussy, resting softly, not moving. And so, I moved against it, his hand, there, between my legs. I could tell that he was waiting for this. I was already hot from the kiss earlier and this just added to the flame of passion he’d ignited.

I didn’t glance up at the driver to see if he was staring at us, at what we were doing and I didn’t because I didn’t care. I found myself in the throes of orgasm, just this little nice yet so intense orgasm. It came softly then gripped me hard and then dissipated.

I gasped a little as the climax left me then I turned to him. Without thinking, I pushed my mouth onto his, kissing him with more passion than I’d felt for a man in a long time. He kissed back, holding my face with his hands as he kissed, like he was never, ever going to let me go. I knew for sure, I wasn’t letting him go anytime soon.

The cab then stopped in front of my building. We got out; he paid the driver and then we hurried inside. We didn’t stop kissing as I pushed the elevator button. We didn’t stop kissing as we got on it, as I found my floor number and pushed it. We kissed and groped and felt each other all the way up, barely stopping as the doors opened onto my floor. I turned and fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock my front door and his hands were all over me, sliding down my back and grabbing my ass, squeezing it. Then his hand slipped under my dress again and began to pull at my panties.

“Hold on,” I moaned and finally got the door open.

We nearly fell inside, but somehow managed to make it to my bedroom. We left a trail of clothes as we did so, finally falling almost naked to my soft, comfortable bed.

He was all over me then, kissing me with nice, soft lips and an eager tongue. Sucking my nipples into his mouth as his hands squeezed my naked breasts. I was almost beside myself with passion. I hadn’t felt this horny and reckless in so long. But he managed to bring it out in me, all of this. I was grinding against him, begging for more, wanting him to do everything to me and all at once. My body was on fire with passion and I couldn’t wait to feel his dick in me.

But he had other ideas before he did that and this included giving me some of the best head I’d ever had. No, it was the best. I opened my legs, he got between them and then just dove in with gusto and fervor and like he had never wanted to do anything more than he wanted to do this. He licked his way all the way up my pussy, then back down, then began to lick my clit very, very softly. It was the most sensuous thing I’d ever felt. Soon, I began to come, grabbing onto his hair and pulling it as I did so and pulling his lips back to mine and kissing him hard.

We began to move together and his big dick slipped into my pussy and it felt so good. I moved with him, just enjoying the sensations and enjoying what he was giving me. But I wanted something else, something different. I wanted to be on top.

So, I pushed him back and then got on top of him, wrapping my legs around his waist. His dick was back inside of me and I began to grind against him. It was too, too much. Ahhh…yeah! Oh, yes, yes, yes! It felt so good inside me, like it belonged there and never wanted to leave. I began to ride it, his cock, his hard cock, up and down and backwards and forwards and just ground myself against him, sucking it into me until I began to come and come so hard a slight scream escaped my mouth and rang out. I couldn’t stop it, either. I just had this long intense orgasm and then I fell onto his chest, barely able to breathe.

He kissed me then, kissed me more, kissed me until I responded. Then he pushed me out of his lap and turned me around, pulling me up onto all fours. Then he was taking his time to slide his hands up and down my back, then under to squeeze my breasts, then he his hand was between my legs, sliding back and forth and then I felt his hard cock pushing in again. I moaned with the pleasure of it, of this big cock entering me from behind. I didn’t think I could come again, but I was still tingling from all that I’d had that night. And I was dripping wet, too. And he was riding me hard, fucking me hard, from behind, like he was never, ever going to stop. But then he did. He pumped and pumped and then pulled out and squirted his hot, sexy come all over my back as he did so. I moaned as it hit me and pushed back up against him, grinding still, still hot and horny and wishing I’d had time for one last orgasm. How many would that be in a night? Was that possible? I guessed it was because I wanted more and I was going to get it. His hand went between my legs again and rested, then just began to work it, my clit, until I felt the orgasm and came again, yet again, moaning softly as the latest one left me.

I fell onto my bed. He fell beside me. We stared at each other and then I suddenly cracked up laughing.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I just can’t believe I just fucked you like that,” I said.

“Well, I think I fucked you,” he replied, very pleased and happy with himself.

I slid over to him and kissed him again, then pulled back. “And you can do it again, if you like.”

“Oh, I like,” he said. “I’d like that very, very much.”

And so would I. Thank God blind dates suck and that they are all bad. That way, something good can come out of it. Like this. I realized I’d go on thousand blind dates if even only one could end like this. But I had a feeling I wasn’t going to go on any more any time soon. Or ever.