I was having a nice quiet (boring) night at home last night, watching a movie, and just relaxing (being a slug). The movie was your basic Lifetime romance story where the girl always ends up w the right guy at the end. In hindsight, I was primed and ready . . . just waiting for the 'right' guy to want my 'attention'. Enter CT.
CT (Christmas Tree Man) sent me a picture, adding "this is 'who' has been hanging out w me tonight". We texted off and on then through the night and my movie. He'd had a rough day working the trees. He said that the first few weeks into the season, he loves to work the trees because everyone is happy and having fun when they come to pick out a tree, But the closer it gets to Christmas, the more demanding and rude people become. None of that is critical to know except to explain that CT was drained. Drained and hungry, that is, because he had apparently not had time to eat all day either. The next thing I know is that I'm throwing on a pair of jeans to keep CT company at Denny's. Pretty fancy place for our first 'date', huh? I really wasn't hungry, so I didn't eat. CT, however, was so famished that he did not mind my not eating w him. Besides being funny, the other thing that stands out about him, to me, is that he is so young; every bit ten years younger than me. I am more used to men being ten years older than me. We swapped stories and kept each other smiling.
I think he was having fun. I knew that I was, so I wasn't ready for the night to end. I was pleased when he asked if I'd like to take a walk w him first before going home. We drove to a nearby small lake (a different lake than the one I was at w Harley) which has a sidewalk going around it. Maybe because he was so young, but I caught myself thinking like a teenage girl. I was actually wondering how long I would have to wait before he finally kissed me. As it turned out, I did not have to wait long. We were holding hands and walking when he pulled up short and spun me to face him. "There is something I just have to do", he said, then he pulled me in for a kiss. He kisses well.
The rest of the night was like that. We walked. We talked, We stopped to kiss. Sometimes he would stand behind me and kiss along the sides and back of my neck. Whenever he stood behind me, he always wrapped his hands around me; sometmes low around my waist, sometimes high around my shoulders. His hands felt good around me.
And then, one time when he had me in front of him w his lips along my neck, I felt his hands just underneath my breasts. I was okay w what I knew would eventually be coming. I tried to be careful w what I did so that I did not accidentally suggest to him that he needed to stop there. Essentially, I followed his cue; walk when he walked, stop when he stopped, spin when he moved me. His hands returned several times to linger just beneath my breasts. I guess he understood there was no "stop sign" yet. A few moments later, he slid them from just beneath my breasts to cupping each one. Nuzzling along my neck, he gently lifted and squeezed me. In time, he moved his hands underneath my shirt and then underneath my bra. I remember him saying into my ear, "your skin is so cool to the touch". I remembered thinking that his hands felt so warm. His hands felt good around me and felt even better on me.
That's how the night went. We walked. We talked. He felt me up. : ) And no, we did not go any further. It was a very pleasant night. I had a great time.