Tuesday, 11 May 2010

Date 1/7

Name: Glen
Age: 38
Job: Health and Safety Consultant
Marital Status: Married
Venue: Coffee Shop

Not exactly the date I had anticipated. It started very well but slid down the slippery slope at a rate of knots. We were meeting for a coffee as he was passing on his way home. He had been incredibly keen to get me on my own, and of course the horny vibe had been well and truly waved in my face, like a big pink rabbit. I had tried my hardest to calm his ardour while we were chatting online, but I knew he would be quite a handful in person. I was determined to meet him somewhere very public, hoping he would keep his hands to himself, but sometimes a public setting just gives a man like him an extra challenge!

He arrived a few minutes early and waited in the car park, texting me impatiently to hurry up. He was increasingly desperate to meet me, but as always, at the back of my mind, I was thinking he was more interested in putting his hand up my skirt rather than meeting ME!

I got out of my car and watched him stride across the car park, admittedly not looking immaculate because he'd been working, but we can't all look amazing at the end of a 10 hour day. He looked fab enough though. He was exactly like his picture, minus the tan, but we all get that Daz bluey-whiteness to our skin at this time of the year. He had that sexy salt and pepper hair, stunning eyes and his smile to die for broadly greeted me, very pleased that I had finally arrived. He had sent me a text earlier in the week, wondering if we would kiss before or after our date, whether we would kiss straight away to 'break the ice', and although I had avoided the question and had made no promises, I did like the idea of kissing him, he was very sexy! So, before he even checked that I was happy to do it, he scooped me up and kissed me, gently at first, then passionately, firmly pushing me against my car. What a great kisser. It was delightful. I would have been more than happy kissing him for the next hour but we had gone there for a coffee, and I wanted a chance to get to know him without his face stuck to mine.

I finally managed to prise him off me and suggested we went inside. He was very tactile, lovely in fact. He took my hand to walk into the coffee shop and put his arm around me in the queue. Normally I would feel uncomfortable with someone being so 'overly familiar' but for some bizarre reason it felt nice. He was easy and so very comfortable to be around. I felt as if I had known him for years.

He bought the coffees and we settled comfortably into a huge, squishy, leather sofa. His hand casually landed on my thigh and we started to chat. In between subjects I received intermittent kisses and the occasional cheeky, but gentle, brush of my thigh or breast, it all seemed to be going very well. The coffee shop was very quiet but he still turned to me so no one could see his hand as he touched, and then squeezed, my breast. It was remarkably bold of him, and I checked around to see if anyone had noticed this brazen behaviour. I moved my arm so he couldn't do it again, partly because I had only just met him and it felt bizarre to be getting touched up in a coffee shop, but also because I actually quite liked it and didn't want it to go too far too soon. We had already checked our diaries and made sure we were free later that week, if the coffee went well. It seemed to be doing at that point.

We chatted about our own situations, what we were looking for, how we hoped it would work out, and that, unfortunately, brought us to the subject of his wife. His smile disappeared, his annoyance seemed to surface on his face, and he then proceeded to tell me, for 20 minutes, about how his marriage wasn't working, what a bitch she was, how awful his life was, how she expected him to jump every time she spoke, and how this was the start of the new him, he wasn't going to be at her beck and call anymore. I naturally encouraged him, I didn't particularly want to be in a relationship with someone who was watched constantly, we all know that just leads to trouble. As the problems poured out, and he soaked up my advice like a sponge, making the most of my wisdom and experience in all infidelity matters, his phone rang. 'Oh shit, it's her, back in a sec' he said, and disappeared off to the front door of the coffee shop to talk to her.

Now as dates go, I don't normally get left on my own for any time. Dates are meant to be between two people, not three, and immediately the alarm bells started to ring. If he was prepared to talk about her endlessly, then take her call without a second thought, clearly this woman had her hand up his arse and was working him like a ventriloquists dummy! Several patient minutes later, I finished my coffee and sorted my bag to leave, when he appeared round the corner and said 'Sorry babe, I've got to go, she's checking up on me'. I sighed, decided it was actually for the best, and walked out to the car with him.

I thought he would have jumped in his car and headed off like a bat out of hell, but no, he decided he wanted another kiss, so he pushed me up against my car, held my face with both hands, apologised for her ruining what was a 'perfect date' and kissed me hard. I melted, it was lovely, complete bullshit, but lovely. I pulled him to me, kissed him back and then went to get in my car. 'Not yet,' he said, 'just another minute or two, I don't want to leave.' So we chatted for another few minutes, he was trying desperately to arrange another meeting, and then he kissed me again. This time his fingers took mine while his lips crushed my face. I thought he was just holding my hands, and he was, initially, but after a few seconds he was moving them rather than holding them. Yes you guessed it, towards his crotch. Men!! You never cease to amaze me! Normally men can be incredibly predictable when it comes to the crotch area, mid kiss, but this one actually shocked me. I expected to have my hand forced onto a fabric covered erection, to be pressed against it while he rubbed himself with my fingers, but I was oh so wrong!

My hand felt skin, and I actually jumped! I was so taken aback I physically recoiled. It was hilarious, and not like me at all, but I genuinely wasn't expecting to feel smooth skin! I laughed, and of course he took this to mean I was laughing at the size - which I certainly wasn't. I moved my hand away and said 'Too far Glen, we're in a public car park, next to a busy coffee shop, and there are people all over the place, I really can't do this'. I couldn't! Normally I'd be game for a laugh, especially if I fancied him, but this was so bold, so blatant and so insensitive that I simply didn't want to, especially after our date was being cut short by his overbearing wife. It turned this incredibly sexy, handsome man into a slightly desperate opportunist, and that is never remotely attractive.

I went to move away to get into my car and he pressed himself up against me again. 'Come on babe, lets go somewhere now, I fancy you so much, I want you' he begged. I shook my head and told him no, reminding him he was the one cutting the date short to go rushing off to the Mrs when she called! At that point the phone in his pocket burst into life again. Ohhhh saved by the bell I thought! 'You better get that, see you later, and it was lovely meeting you' I said. In a fairly swift movement he managed to get his phone out of one pocket and tuck his manhood back into its own little pocket, and yet again he was decent (if you could call him that!!).

I jumped in my car and said good bye and drove off, relieved that the situation had been disturbed, but equally disturbed that it was his wife, and his debauched behaviour, getting in the way. I had planned on mailing or sending a text the following day to see how he was but I didn't need to. Within ten minutes of me leaving him in the car park I got a text message saying 'Cock tease'. I was gobsmacked! Totally unbelievable considering he was the one with it hanging out of his trousers and I was running away! I've never known any cock tease to be running AWAY from a man! It didn't justify a reply so I left it where it was. I've had a couple of emails since asking how I am, but I decided, as much as I am experienced in being the mistress, I've never wanted to be part of a puppet show, especially when it involves a game of Punch and Judy, with the string of sausages, in the middle of a public car park!!