Tiffany – Ch. 3

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I woke a little after 9 am, enjoying the fact that I could sleep in. As I sat up and stretched, remembering what I was wearing, I was pleasantly made aware of the fact that I was still feeling very sexy, and was already turned on.

I couldn’t stop smiling as I had constant thoughts of Chris running through my naughty little mind all morning. I couldn’t wait until 2, when he was supposed to pick me up. I usually don’t let guys come to my house on the first date, chosing to meet them somewhere safe in case they turned out to be a jack-ass, or worse. But Chris was different, and since I had access to some of his personal information at work, I felt comfortable it would be okay.

I was actually ready and waiting for him by 1:00. I was wearing a tee shirt that hug my curves pretty well and actually had kind of a low neck line to show off my cleavage (which looked VERY nice today, considering I was wearing one of my special bras that enhanced my bust). I was wearing shorts that weren’t overly-short, but fit well enough to hug my ass and loose enough to where I was comfortable running whatever errands we had to do, thong and all.

Again, feeling like a giggling school-girl, I was peeking out the window, watching him as he hopped out of his Jeep and came to the door. Gawd, he’s so hot! He was wearing a white tee shirt with some kind of music logo on the front, blue jeans that looked like they were tailored to fit him in ALL the right places, and the same “biker boots” he wore when we first met. I noticed his arms, which I really didn’t pay attention to when we met. They were muscular, but not like a body-builder; you could see the veins running down his forearms into his hands, which were strong-looking as well. He was definitely a “man’s man”.

I had a quick thought of how nimble and “talented” his hands and fingers must be, as a guitar player. That thought quickly shot its way between my legs as I had a second quick thought about how he could work those fingers all over my body, touching me like nobody else could. Mmmmm….!

It was exactly 2:00 when he knocked on the door. Yes, I made him wait so he wouldn’t think I was too anxious and waiting right at the door for him. The butterflies in my stomach were on over-drive which did nothing to quell the excitement and tingles I was feeling.

I could smell him, when I opened the door – that sexy and undescribeable scent. Or maybe it was the way he smiled…or the subtle expressions on his face as he undressed me with those gorgeous eyes of his. Whatever it was, my heart fluttered, and my kitty twitched.

His Jeep already had the top down. It was a little higher than I expected, and climbing in wasn’t what I was used to. Once I was situated, however, I put my seatbelt on which rested right between my boobs and pulled my white tee shirt tight across my tits, making my nipples readily visible. Smiling uncontrollably, we took off and headed down the street.

We chit-chatted idly about non-sense kinds of stuff like the weather and work as we headed to our first stop, the record store. He was being very chivalrous, as he told me to wait for him so he could open my door and help me out. He was being silly, but it was charming at the same time. As I swung my legs to get out, I realized that he would have a nice opportunity to look between my legs or along the inside of my thighs, perhaps high enough to see my panties. I tried to ignore it, but I actually got really turned on. As we walked inside, I wondered what he would do if I was wearing a skirt and no panties. Hmmm… I thought to myself with a naughty grin on my face.

We looked at all kinds of music and he began pointing out different albums that he had recorded on, and famous people he had worked with. I learned we had a very similar taste in music, and his band was considered a “rock and roll” band, which I absolutely love. He picked out a few CD’s that he wanted, and I picked out a few that he had recorded on, just to have another piece of him whenever I wanted, and we headed back out to the car.

This time, as he held the door open for me, I turned to face him (staring right in his eyes, watching how he glanced down to watch what I was doing) and hopped in to the seat, butt-first. With Chris still holding the door open with a coy grin on his face, I carefully swung my left leg in, deliberately spreading my legs right in front of him. He looked exactly where I wanted him to, and I shot a quick glance at the beautiful bulge in his pants, which, I swear, twitched ever so slightly. I had an even bigger grin on my own face as he shut the door, walked a bit more “stiff” around the front of the car, and climbed in on the driver’s side.

“All set?” He said, starting the engine.

“Oh, yeah.” I replied with a giggle, as I again tightened the strap of the seatbelt snugly between my breasts. I could actually feel them sway and bounce as we were driving, and I purposely ignored his “casual” glances at my legs and my chest.

Our next stop was the music store. I was clueless as to what most of the stuff was, but we walked over to the big wall that had all sorts of guitars hanging all over it and showed me some really neat looking ones along with some of the ones that he owned and played. He said he was looking for a new acoustic guitar, so we walked into a small room that was enclosed in sliding glass doors with acoustic guitars everywhere. There were a couple big chairs, which is where I plopped myself while he started examing the different instruments. I was keeping quiet, just watching and admiring his body, trying my hardest not to get caught undressing him with my eyes. Every now and then, he would play a few notes or chords, and I even recognized a few songs he was playing, to my amazement.

It was so incredibly sexy, to see him in his own element. It wasn’t like he was trying to show-off or “woo” me off my feet – he was simply doing what he does, and I was loving every second of it! I could feel my pussy tingle as I sat there. I was really enjoying his company, aside from the fact that I wanted him so bad.

He put everything away and said he didn’t quite find one he liked. He bought a few odds and ends at the counter (strings, picks, and a few other small items I didn’t recognize), and we got back in the Jeep. Again, he was being very chivalrous and held the door open for me each time. Guys rarely do that anymore, and it was quite charming although I could tell he was enjoying the chance to look up my shorts almost as much as I was!

We were constantly poking fun at each other, having a wonderful time all afternoon. He was teasing me mercilessly – mostly about being blonde, and I was throwing it right back at him – mostly about being a musician. It was like we were school kids again, but the sexual tension was really getting to me. It was like he knew EXACTLY what buttons to push, without pushing any of them. Even his outright flirting was so subtle, I almost couldn’t tell if he was actually flirting with me or not! All of these “mixed signals” were doing a real number between my legs, making me want him even more. It was amazing!

We stopped at an ice-cream shop and being silly, he flat-out told the kid behind the counter that we were newlyweds and got married yesterday in Las Vegas and were here in Miami for a few days before our honeymoon cruise. He said he didn’t even know what my favorite ice-cream was.

Playing along, and totally embarassed, I told him what I wanted as he put his arms around me suggestively and called me all kinds of silly pet-names. I was having so much fun, I played right along which I think caught him a bit off-guard. We ate our ice cream and took a small walk, windowshopping and people watching. Every time I mentioned something I liked, like a particular outfit that someone was wearing, or a certain hair-style and what-not, he would make fun of me in the most playful way. It was hard to “keep up” with his sense of humor, but it was so different from what I was used to, I couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t snatched up and married a long time ago. As if he had perfectly orchestrated my reactions, the tension continued to build – as well as the wetness in my panties. We were laughing so hard by the time we got back in the car, I almost started to feel like we WERE newlyweds and about to go on our honeymoon!

A few hours had passed and the sun was getting lower on the horizon. We started talking about what to do for dinner. I suggested a few places but he said he actually wanted to make dinner for me, at home.

“You cook?” I asked, a bit surprised.
“Yeah, actually. I like to cook, but I don’t really have anyone to cook for, aside from me, so I don’t get the chance too often to actually cook a nice dinner for someone else.”
“Wow! A guy who knows how to cook! This’ll be a nice change!” I said, mocking my own failure at finding a decent guy.
“It’s settled, then! Time for the grocery store!” he said, and we whizzed off.

I had a smile that I just couldn’t get rid of, and even though I had become horny as hell, I behaved as “lady like” and innocent as I could. I took every chance I could to sneak a peek at him, and I caught him – several times – checking me out. I played it off and pretended I didn’t notice, but the unmistakable and growing bulge in his pants told me the effect I was having on him. I was in heaven, and I certainly “let” him undress me with his eyes as much as he wanted.

He picked up a bunch of supplies that I knew I didn’t have at home, including a couple bottles of nice wine (that I paid for). Plus, I couldn’t believe that instead of going out to a bar and getting drunk, this guy actually wanted to spend time getting to know me, and have a nice home-cooked dinner at my house. Is this guy too good to be true? I wondered…

I helped him carry the groceries inside, and he was genuinely impressed with my modest home. Even with all the teasing and flirting, he was being absolutely genuine towards me – even being interested in hearing about my life and my job, which nobody ever really cared to hear about and was just used as an excuse to get in my pants.