Mia's Blind Date

by Patrizia Murray

  Ava was no help whatever, in the advice department. She’d been having sex with Noah since they were both fourteen, and still had what Ava described as “wild monkey sex” at any and every opportunity. Mia didn’t think she had ever had “wild monkey sex” with anyone, and wondered how she could entice Rob to be a little less restrained and not flee immediately after sex. Mia longed for intimacy, and sex had to be more than just sex, in order for it to qualify as intimacy.

  Mia certainly knew about Ava and Noah’s wild monkey sex, because one of the times that the four of them had gone away together for a weekend, had been with Ava and Noah in the other bed beside them. They had decided on the spur of the moment, to stay at an old bed and breakfast, after a full day of hiking, and the only accommodation left was a room with two double beds. Mia wondered if the nice older couple had ever heard of queen or king sized beds, and decided that likely the couples who stayed and were satisfied with double beds instead of larger ones, fell into two categories.

  One group would be the people like her parents, who were more interested in a good night’s sleep than putting up with her father’s snoring or her mother’s menopausal night sweats. They had just bought twin beds for their bedroom, just for that reason.

  The other group would be young couples like Ava and Noah, who only needed one width of bed, because they spent the whole night with one of them on top of the other!

  While Mia was overcome with shyness and hardly even kissed Rob that night, she and Rob laid awake listening to the soft moans and rustling sheets in the next bed, followed by faint wet sounds and a few groans, as if the couple was trying to muffle their enthusiastic lovemaking. She knew Rob was not going to even try to make love to her that night, because he was far too embarrassed in case the other couple might hear them.

  Mia decided she would have to take the lead. She loved this man, but she wouldn’t settle for less than the whole deal. She wanted to wake up beside him, knowing he found her beautiful even with smeared makeup, messy hair, and morning breath. She had tried everything she could think of to get Rob to show the connectedness she was seeking. She was no virgin, but she shied away from coming out and asking him what was wrong, either with him or with her. In her heart of hearts, she was a little afraid he might not feel as strongly about me as I do about him.”

  I know he cares for me, and he brings me flowers, small jewelry and little things for her apartment, like a music box that played “When you are in love”, which Mia thought was his shy way of telling her he loved her.

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  In fact, it really was Rob’s way of telling her he loved her, and he was slowly working up courage to ask her to wait for him, and not let their love fall aside because of his poor timing. Would there ever be a good time to tell her of his fall plans, and how close he was to leaving her? He though not. He would be totally screwed with Mia, if Noah ever told Ava, and Ava passed on Rob’s plans to Mia prematurely.

  While Mia and Rob fought their feelings, both emotional and sexual, they made plans to go to Daysland the next weekend.

  Chapter Seven

  Rob had been home to Mia’s parents’ several times for dinner, and even overnight. He enjoyed meeting her married friends there, and everyone commented on what a great couple they made, and how nice Rob was. He got along well with her parents and he could tell they would be pleased if Rob would marry their daughter, and there were always broad hints that they should settle down to have grandchildren that they could spoil.

  Cheryl had told her, “You need to grab onto this one with both legs and never let go.” Al had taken to Rob right away, and they traded hockey stories all evening. Rob even promised “I’ll let you know when we do our fantasy hockey draft, so you can join in by computer and choose your teams.” With nearly one thousand dollars up for grabs for the winner, Al was excited to be included, and Rob told him he’d have a hard time beating out any of the others in the draft, to win the money. Rob had come close to winning, but hadn’t yet claimed the big jackpot. He was hoping wherever he was when they did the draft, his computer would work and he could claim the players he wanted.

  Mia’s mother said, “That Rob is so witty and such a good sport about golfing in the family golf tournament, even though he’s obviously never held a golf club in his hand before.” Mia figured her mother’s appreciation of Rob had more to do with his compliments on her cooking than his golf.

  Mia’s brothers and friends had a great time giving Rob instruction and tips on his so-called golf game, and ensuring he was well supplied with beer from the coolers at every hole all day. He even laughed when he received the highest gross score and was handed the family’s joke trophy which was the back half of a donkey, mounted on a wooden base.

  This visit, he was there for Mia’s dad’s fiftieth birthday, when he met the whole family, even cousins, aunts and uncles. Mia’s dad didn’t like presents, and always asked that instead of presents, his kids and grand kids put money in the bank for education or to buy real estate, and just put the deposit slip in his birthday card.

  On this particular occasion, he told Mia privately, to just put a note in his card, saying she and Rob were engaged, and it would be the best present of all. Mia didn’t know what to say to that, even though she would have liked the same thing. Thank goodness Dad had told her privately, instead of announcing it to all and sundry as he often did. She loved her mom and dad, but neither of them could keep a secret, and neither of them could avoid the temptation to tell their adult kids what to do, as if they were all twelve again.

  Rob felt just as at home with Mia’s family as he did his own. His family was a bit quieter and more reserved about showing their feelings, but he had grown up with the knowledge that his family was his rock, and he could always count on them for any kind of support or advice. His relatives were as bad as Mia’s, and they all felt that as the oldest, it was his duty to get married first, and provide grandchildren. However, with his hectic work schedule, and frequent traveling, he ended up being best man for two of his brothers, and uncle to two lively nephews, long before he had met Mia.

  Rob wanted to have the love he saw in his brothers’ eyes, and he knew in his heart he had found that love in Mia. Now, his only problem was how to tell her and then ensure she would still be around if he had to leave her for two years. He was so shaken by the thought he would have to leave her that he broke out in a cold sweat. He would have to tell her soon. His assignment had come through this past week, and he had to make plans to sublet his apartment, and store his belongings. Mia had never been to his apartment because he preferred the cozy hominess of her place. His was just a place to store his stuff, while hers was actually a home. It was a good thing he wouldn’t have to invite her to his place, as he would be staying with his parents for the last few weeks before he left the country. Since I only use my cell phone, she won’t have to know I’ve given up the apartment, Rob thought.

  Mia noticed Rob was uncharacteristically silent—almost morose, she felt—all the way back to the city.

  Chapter Eight

  Mia finally decided it was time to find out once and for all, if Rob was capable of the intimacy she wanted so much. She knew, deep down, Rob was the man she wanted, but if she couldn’t get him to open up to her, and be the kind of loving, caring and permanent man she wished for, then she would be stuck forever with the feminine equivalent of “blue balls”. Mia had grown up with two younger brothers, and she was quite familiar with all the rude and crude jokes boys and young men told about their dates and frustrations. She figured what she was feeling was certainly in that category. Even though Rob made sure Mia came when they made love, she was still frustrated, and left wanting more each time he left her.

  It took Mia all week to shop for food and just the right wine to complement it. She made sure the house was spotless, and even bought brand new six hundred thread count sheets in a soft pink and green stripe, wi
th polka dot pillow slips. She added sachets of herbal essences she found after visiting the adult sex store she and Ava had explored. The store had essential oils for massage, fragrant potpourri, and best of all, fancy underwear in every shade of the rainbow.

  Mia finally settled on lacy, see-through, low cut bra, in a luscious chocolate color, along with a scrap of lace connected with a few strings and a thong in the same hue. She bought candles, and just for good measure, some edible chocolate syrup she thought might taste good being licked off either or both of their bodies.

  Mia’s apartment was comfortable and colorful, with bits and pieces of furniture she had inherited from her grandmothers, aunts and other relatives. She had fallen in love with the old handcrafted pieces, and had recently started haunting antique stores, adding to her collection of one of a kind porcelains, lamps, mirrors and antique jewelry, which were all displayed in artful and loving disarray throughout her space.

  She arranged soft music to be playing on her I-Pod, and she turned off most of the lights, setting candles all around the room. The apartment glowed, and cast a sexy spell. She even sprayed some of her exotic new perfume on the light bulbs, sheets and cushions, so he would be surrounded by her scent from the moment he walked in.

  Rob arrived at six o’clock, and was greeted with candlelight, flowers, and the scented oils and potpourri, along with Mia’s new perfume, which she had dabbed behind her ears, on the underside of her breasts, on her pubis, in the hollow of her back, behind her knees and on the arches of her feet.

  Rob was mesmerized by Mia’s long red lounging dress, which was low cut enough to show off tantalizing bits of the chocolate lace on her bra. She was barefoot, and wore only gold hoop earrings and a chunky gold bracelet for jewelry.

  Rob was struck by how homey and at ease he always felt in Mia’s apartment, and he enjoyed seeing her personal things scattered about. She seemed to infuse her personality into the inanimate objects, and give them a life of their own.

  Glancing at the extras, like the myriad of candles around the room, Rob was pretty sure Mia had something up her sleeve, but he was too enchanted by the view of her wonderful “family jewels” to think about anything else.

  The tantalizing aromas of the apartment, including the strongest one of hot and ready woman, caused the blood to rush immediately from his head to his penis. He had a raging hard-on in seconds as Mia held him captive by the simple expedient of grabbing his buns and pulling his lower body tight against hers, before they even got the door closed to the hallway.

  Kissing was definitely on the menu, and Rob had the fleeting thought that he was glad he had shaved again before coming over. After that one, all other thoughts were centered on this gorgeous woman who was now standing with one leg wrapped around his hip, as she alternately sucked on his lips, tongue and that little area just below his earlobe that was so sensitive and was always directly connected to his balls.

  Reluctantly, Rob opened his eyes, and came back to reality, firmly setting Mia back from his suffering penis. “Maybe we should tend to the barbecue. I can see on fire out on your balcony,” he breathed into her mouth.

  Mia turned, alarmed, to see if she had inadvertently set the building on fire, along with setting herself and Rob afire. While there was some smoke, it was just the alder chips she had added for extra flavor for the steaks.

  By the time she figured that out, Rob was off in the kitchen making drinks for them, and trying valiantly to bring his breathing under control, his heartbeat to slow down and will his excited penis to calm down, with “down” being the operative word here.

  Mia shrugged and figured that since the “Welcome Home, Sailor!” moment of arrival at her door, had passed, she might as well wait now till after they ate her expensive and time consuming meal. She barbecued two rare filets, twice baked two potatoes and made her signature Caesar salad, minus the garlic, from scratch. For dessert, Mia had planned a chocolate raspberry cheesecake. It took hours to make, and had the most expensive dark chocolate and brandy in it. It was her own concoction, and never failed to draw rave reviews from anyone who tasted it. In fact, even Noah had likened it to a twenty minute orgasm!

  Rob dodged around Mia, handing her a wine glass he had poured for her, and sat down at Mia’s computer, explaining he was finalizing his Fantasy Football picks for the draft next week, mainly just to hide his raging erection. Mia finished her meal preparations in the kitchen, and went to Rob. She breathed into his ear, “Dinner is served,” and she led him to the table.

  They made small talk, about skiing, golf and hiking, work and weather throughout the meal, and Rob was able to hold his desire down, but just barely. “You are better than a five star chef, my lovely cook,” said Rob, as he leaned back in his chair and pushed back from the table.

  “Maybe we need to walk some of that chocolate off,” said Rob. Mia actually agreed because she didn’t want her mind to be too clouded after two bottles of wine. She didn’t want Rob complaining he still had a full tummy when she finally seduced him to spend the night with her, and, she hoped, induce him into confessing his feelings for her. She wanted him to propose, and she hoped this special night she had planned, would give him the nudge he needed to tell her his feelings for her.

  Chapter Nine

  Even though it was just early autumn, the first snow of the season was slowly falling. Mia could see the fat, lazy snowflakes stayed on Rob’s hair and eyelashes, knowing she looked the same. The flakes sparkled in the light thrown off by street lamps. The snow wouldn’t stay, at least not this early in the fall, because the ground wasn’t frozen solid yet, so the snow was melting as soon as it hit the ground.

  Mia adored the first snow, feeling it was very romantic. It made the whole world feel fresh and new. Rob stopped often to kiss the snowflakes from her face, and she did the same to him. Mia warmed Rob’s cold lips, causing a different kind of warmth in other parts of his body. He stuck out his tongue, catching the flakes, and she did the same, as little kids do, and then they each licked them off each other’s tongues.

  “I’ve got coffee on, so let’s go back and I’ll make us an Irish coffee,” offered Mia. It was after ten p.m. by the time she was cold enough to return to the apartment. Mia suggested they try out the new sauna in the basement of her building, and Rob agreed. Rob undressed in the spare room Mia used as an office, and came out with a towel tied around his waist, to see Mia grabbing extra towels in her nothing little chocolate brown bra and panties. His stomach tied in knots at the sight, as she blushed prettily, and sauntered sexily back into the bedroom. Rob felt his mouth dry out like the Sahara desert, as he felt that sight of Mia burn onto the backs of his eyelids.

  She is a such a tease, he thought, and wondered if she might go to bed later and wear the little scraps of cloth again. He thought, She wouldn’t be so blatant, would she? He really didn’t care, because he thought he’d have the image of that lacy dark chocolate stuff in his mind forever.

  When she came out of the bedroom again, she had donned a terry cloth sarong and the chocolate lace was gone. Rob didn’t know whether he should be glad or sad to see it gone. On the one hand he was glad he wouldn’t have to work at getting the lacy scraps off her, but on the other hand, damn, they were sexy. Rob carried the coffees, while Mia locked the door and he called the elevator. Barefoot, Mia scampered down the hall, and into the elevator, with Rob hot on her heels. Rob felt the rich brew warming his insides as they waited for the sauna to warm up. He finished his coffee almost at the same time as she did, and he and started kissing her again as soon as he placed the cups down. The sweet coffee and whiskey flavored kisses were intoxicating.

  Soon it seemed to Rob that they were in a safe cocoon, surrounded by the aromatic cedar and steam, as he cuddled Mia on the highest bench. Rob was still kissing her and he could feel his towel “tenting” as his erection rose. Mia’s sarong slipped lower and lower till her “family je
wels” were hanging freely. She took Rob’s hand and placed it on her breast, and moaned with anticipation as his thumb tweaked her pale pink nipple to stand at attention.

  Rob had noticed all through dinner that her breasts were all but unbound with that little chocolate scrap of bra, and it was a good thing he had been able to keep his growing erection under his napkin, and under the table, but he hadn’t quite been able to tame that beast, and he stayed semi-erect throughout the meal, and during their walk

  By now, he’d have had to be blind, deaf and dumb, not to know she was planning something, and he was pretty sure it had to do with his reluctance to declare his feelings for her. He already knew he was a goner, and that he wanted to spend every moment of his life with her. He had dreamed of waking up beside her every morning, and snuggling with her spooned against him every night. God help him, but he wanted to love every inch of that lovely body, sucking, licking, kissing, massaging or whatever they both wanted, to make her moan with all the want and need he felt too. It had been sheer torture all summer, getting up and leaving her warm and sexy, her bedroom reeking of sex, to go back to his sterile apartment. He wanted hot, sweaty sex with her all night long and once he started down that path, he was startled to realize he wanted to marry her. He couldn’t bear the thought of any other man but him would ever see this glorious little body, and make her moan like he was doing right now.

  She would be furious at him when she found out he was leaving next week. How was he going to tell her? How could he explain this assignment was one he had coveted for years, and he craved all the excitement of working in the desert, learning new cultures, seeing new sights, and being in charge of a large oil producing installation. He knew he should just tell her about the assignment right now, and take whatever wrath she could deal out. Maybe she would wait for him. Maybe she loved him too, and would wait the two years till he returned. The kisses and moans made every rational thought leave his head and migrate down to his now rampant erection.