"What the..." she said out loud, not registering why there would be a business card tucked into her scarf, until she saw the restaurant's logo and realised that someone must have deliberately put it there. She bent down to pick it up, turned it over, and saw something written on the back. Her eyes were bleary from the alcohol and the cold, but her face lit up with a huge smile as she saw 11 digits scrawled along the back, along with the name "Eduardo". "Yes!" she shouted and did a little jump of glee. Then ran over to the girls, who were now looking at her as if to say "What are you like?!"
"He gave me his number!" Ellen squealed, waving the card around like a winning lottery ticket.
"Who did?" asked Sandra
"The waiter?" asked Michelle, "Not surprised, Els, he couldn't stop staring at you all night! Nice one!"
"Ohhh, but pleeeease do not ruin it this time, Ellen!" Sandra chided, "You always call them too soon and scare them off. You need to wait three days before calling or texting, OK? Promise me you will wait!"
Ellen's smile disappeared as she felt the familiar feeling of inadequacy among her two, uber-confident friends. They seemed to be so lucky in love, and lucky in life, and at nearly 27, Ellen felt she should have found her way by now, and at least be in some kind of a relationship. But Sandra was right. Somehow, despite herself, she always seemed to find a way to fuck it up. Well, she was determined not to do so again this time. The waiter was simply too gorgeous, and she didn't know what it was, maybe those intense but warm brown eyes, or the gallant way in which he'd handled the stroppy customer, but Ellen had the faintest feeling that he could be "The One". She knew as soon as she thought it that this was ridiculous, but she couldn't help but smile at the thought...
"OK, OK, I won't call him or text him.." She reassured her friends, "At least not until Tuesday.." she grinned. But even as she said it, she knew she lying.
Chapter 3
Forty minutes later, Ellen was safely back in her North London flat after dropping the girls off in a taxi. She kicked off her heels, poured herself another glass of wine (it was Friday after all), and flopped down on her black, leather sofa immediately reaching for her purse. She took out the carefully guarded business card, prayed that the numbers hadn't smudged, and then took out her mobile. "I'll just enter the number into my phone so I don't lose it" she thought to herself, "hmmm, Eduardo, what a gorgeous name...Suits him too," she mused. She deftly typed the number in, and tapped 'Save', or at least she thought she had, but instead, her phone started ringing the number instead of merely adding it to her address book, "Ohmigod!" she exclaimed, "Stupid, bloody- ...Er, Hello?'
"Hello?" said a rather confused sounding voice on the other end of the line, one she instantly recognised as the waiter from earlier. She could either hang up, but he would no doubt just call her back, or try to force out some words, and pray they would make sense.
"Oh, hi, it's Ellen, um, the girl from the restaurant earlier.. With the loud girls... And the silver scarf? Yes, um, I, uh, I just wanted to thank you for giving me my scarf back. It's very dear to me, uhm, sentimental value, ya know, so um, yeah, thanks!" Phew, that wasn't too cringeworthy, she thought, thank god we only had 2 bottles of wine...
"Of course, Ellen, no problem at all. I take it you got home safely? What are you doing now?" replied Eduardo in a confident voice, but with no hint of flirt or suggestion in it. Just very matter of fact.
"Oh, you know, just chilling. Having another glass of wine, ha! It's been a bit of a rough week, so I deserve it! I don't normally drink alone, but thought, why not! Ha ha.." She tailed off, not wanting to make him think she was an alcoholic, or sad for being by herself on a Friday.
"I hear you. I don't like drinking alone either. And, well, this is embarrassing but my boss just gave me a '96 Ravenswood Zinfandel for the way I handled that customer earlier, I really want to crack it open but I don't have anyone to drink it with. I don't suppose you'd fancy doing me the honour of having a glass with me? I could come to yours, where do you live?"
Ellen's heart was beating even faster than earlier as she heard the invitation, as she really hadn't expected it. The prospect at seeing him again was making her tremor with excitement, and a little bit of fear, but she knew she couldn't say "No".
"Er, sure, I love Zinfandel, and I'm not doing anything, so yeah. Um, I live in West Hampstead, on Chamberlayne Road. Number 28, Flat A."
"OK, awesome. I'm just finishing up my shift, and getting my tips. I've got my motorbike with me, so I doubt I'll be much more than half an hour. Don't fall asleep before I get there! You looked pretty wasted by the time you left the restaurant."
Ellen felt herself blush again, the heat spreading down her face to her chest. "I'm not drunk, promise, and no, I won't fall asleep."
"OK, just kidding, I'll see you very soon. 28 Chamberlayne, Flat A. Oh, and - what's your name?! Nearly forgot."
"Ellen. And you're 'Eduardo?', right?"
"Ellen, I love that name, yep - Eduardo"
"I love your name - er, I mean, it's a cool name, don't hear it a lot" Oh god, just shut up Ellen, she said to herself.
"Thanks! Look gotta run, but I'll see you very soon!"
"OK, see you soon - er, bye!"
Chapter 4
Once he'd rung off, Ellen caught sight of herself in the mirror above the fireplace. Despite her rosy cheeks, and slightly messy hair, she was pleased with what she saw. Her hair was shoulder length, dirty blond, and tousled into long, slightly messy ringlets. Her eyes shone a turquoise green, and her normally pale cheeks looked like shiny apples as she beamed back at herself in the mirror. She thought about what Eduardo might think as he surveyed her body in the dim light of her flat. While she wasn't a stick figure, she was well proportioned with an ample bust, a flat stomach and long, shapely legs. She was wearing a tight fitting, black jersey top, which showed off a hint of cleavage and her shapely chest, paired with some dark denim skinny jeans and cowgirl boots, which perfectly accentuated her pert bum, curvy hips, and small, dancer's waist.
In another lifetime, Ellen had trained to be a ballet dancer, but her dream got cut short when her mum died suddenly of a stroke, when Ellen was just 14. Ellen's mum had been a professional ballet dancer, and Ellen believed the stroke was at least partially caused by years of starving herself, plus the pressure of touring with a world famous ballet company for 15 years, before meeting Ellen's father a concert violinist. After falling pregnant with Ellen, her mum Claire, was cast out of the company and not allowed to return, something that took a massive toll on her, and she became a fairly bitter person, and a functioning alcoholic, as a result. Still, Ellen had idolised her beautiful, talented mother, even though she no longer danced, and it was a massive shock losing her at such as young age. Ellen blamed ballet, and so decided to shun it, the way it had shunned her mother, and completely turned away from her life dream.
Chapter 5
Ellen pushed the negative thoughts about ballet out of her mind, quickly applied another coat of lipstick, and ran some hair mousse through her curls. Then, all of a sudden, her buzzer rang, "Oh god! He's here!" she said to herself, and again her heart seemed to jump and start pounding with excitement. She launched herself over to the intercom, and was too nervous to speak, so instead just pressed the buzzer to let him in. A minute later, there was a firm knock at the door. "Who is it?" she called from behind the door, realising that she could have just buzzed in a serial killer. "It's Eduardo," came the confident, firm voice that was now quite familiar to her. Again, her heart gave a little flutter as opened the door, with an unforced broad smile across her pretty face.
"Well, hello again," he said giving her a wry smile. "Fancy, seeing you again," he said as he glided in through the door, and before she could even have the chance to ask him if he wanted something to drink, he had singled-handedly managed to shut the door behind him, push her up against the wall, grab her head back, and plant a full on kiss on her puffed up lips. Ellen was in too much shock to resist, she really hadn't be
en expecting this. Of course, she'd thought there might be a small possibility that somewhere later on in the night things would get physical, but she had barely said three words to him, she wasn't expecting things to move this fast. But all she could do was submit to the amazing kisses that he was bestowing on her, her whole body actually relaxed rather than tensed up, and she knew that there was no point in fighting his endeavours, it just felt too right. And after all, Sandra and Michelle were right - it had been too long since she'd got laid. Why not end the drought with this hot hunk of a man?
And so, she gave in to his kisses, grabbed his face, and started kissing him back, pushing her tongue deep into his mouth and fully savouring the hot wetness of his mouth. His hands moved up and down her tight jersey top, firmly and tenderly tracing the outline of her breasts, while she held his neck and pulled him firmly into her. He started to move his hands under her top from her waist, and her stomach literally did flip flops at the touch of his hand on her bare skin. He moved his hand further up her body until he got to her breasts, which were secured behind a cotton T-shirt bra. He made light work of he bra, first rubbing his fingers under it and over her nipples, which firmed up to rocks at his touch, and then by moving his other hand round to unclasp it in one quick movement.
"Aghhhhh," Ellen moaned, the feelings were indescribable pleasure. Warm waves rippled through her as the man she'd only just met made her feel pleasure like she couldn't remember feeling before. She vaguely thought how bizarre it was to have just a natural physical connection with someone she'd just met, but this thought was pushed out of her mind by his warm fingers pushing down inter her cotton panties.
"Ohmigod," was all she could gasp, as he stuck first one finger, and then two deep up into her hot wetness. "Mnnaahahhhhhh" she moaned as he deftly removed her jeans with the other hand, not once stopping the rocking motion of the other hand, as he moved in and out of her. She felt a gush embrace his hands, but she hadn't come yet. She was just very, very aroused. "I want to make you come before I fuck you," he said gruffly. She was a bit taken aback at how blunt he was, but there was no way she was going to protest now. Her mind was not going to let her ruin the most pleasure she'd ever experienced possibly ever in her life. That is until he pushed her up against the back of the sofa, and pulled what remained of her jeans off her body. She threw off her bra, leaving her naked apart from the cotton panties, which he now expertly moved to the side, exposing her sacred triangle.
He knelt down and moved apart the lips with two fingers, exposing her coffee bean shaped clitoris, and started to lick it in firm, steady strokes. Her clit swelled up at his touch, and she arched herself backwards over the sofa. She hadn't lost any of the flexibility of her dancing years, despite not practicing for over 10 years.
He seemed to relish her pose, as he looked up from his work to survey her slender, smooth body. "Yer beaauuutifull" she thought she heard him murmur, but couldn't be sure as he was now coupling his mouth movements with penetrating finger movements that seemed to go deep up inside her. He kept the rocking motion of his hand going, while licking her coffee bean, now with the enthusiasm of a hungry dog licking a bone. With his other hand, he reached up and pulled her erect nipples, which again made her cry out in a mixture of pain and sexual ecstasy. She couldn't remember having the three sexual touch points of her nipple, clitoris and g-spots stimulated at once, and again, she felt another rush of liquid leave her body.
"No, don't come yet" he said urgently. "I want you to come on my cock". She breathed an "OK" and flipped herself around so she was now bending over the sofa. Her pert, cream coloured bottom making a curve in the air. She waited a second for him to release his manhood from the black uniform he was still wearing, and vaguely thought she should ask him to use a condom, but it was too late. He had already spread her lips apart, and with no friction at all, had pushed himself deep up inside her.
"Oh, oh, oh my god!" panted Ellen, as she rocked back and forth with his firm but sensual thrusts. Eduardo grunted in return, and squeezed her hips to let her know she was present and fully appreciating what was happening. He sounded like he might be about to climax, and Ellen didn't think she could take much more herself. But he seemed to pull out her briefly in order to contain himself.
"Noo, don't stop now," she thought to herself, and was rewarded with him reentering her at full force, again causing her to lose her breath and gasp in pleasure. This time he added a finger into her anus, and the painful shock coupled with the feeling of pleasure was enough to push her to climax, as he had requested, on his cock.
Her whole body convulsed with pleasure, and he pushed his cock and finger in her ass in even deeper as she did so, causing the intense feeling to border on the sublime. Her mind went blank, and for a moment she was transported to somewhere else, no longer in her living room, with a perfect stranger, but somewhere off in another dimension. She let out a long, ferral moan, and then couldn't tell if it was her moaning or him, as he joined in with a moan of his own, and somehow managed to push even further inside her. "Aghhhhhhh" he lout out, and she realised he had himself reached a powerful climax. A tingling sensation ran up and down her body, as she was enveloped in a velvety warmness that only came from releasing a long pent up climax. They stood like that for a moment, panting, trying to catch their breath. He slowly began to pull out and she felt a hot rush of liquid come away from her. He gently removed his finger from her tight anus, taking care not to hurt what had become the second most sensitive part of her body. Then, they both relaxed, and he kind of flumped down over her, not paying attention to the pool of semen that was pooling between their nether parts. After a minute or two, their ragged breathing returned to normal, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly changed.
She felt him reach for a box of tissues on her coffee table, and after giving himself a quick wipe, zip back up his pants. Suddenly aware of her nakedness, Ellen pulled back on her jeans, gave an awkward chuckle, and ran into the bathroom to readjust.
Chapter 6
After splashing some cold water on her face, and towelling herself off, she picked up a pair of short pyjama bottoms that were lying on the floor, and pulled a strappy vest tip over her head. She dared not look at herself in the mirror, in case a judgemental look stared back at her. Already she had a creeping feeling of guilt for just having made mad, passionate love, to a complete stranger. Well, at least he wasn't a stranger anymore! She consoled herself. She bounced back into the living room, where Eduardo had readjusted himself, and was looking around for an ashtray to empty the Marlboro Menthol he'd lit while she'd been in the bathroom. He looked like a dark version of James Dean, standing there against her sofa, as calm and collected as ever. No hint that he was even remotely moved by what had occurred between them just a couple of minutes before. Ellen couldn't read his expression at all, he didn't seem happy, sad, or elated -- and she had a feeling that maybe he'd be trying to wrap the evening up quickly, now that he'd got what he most likely came for. Literally.
The thought that he might leave soon again made her feel irrationally sad, and she began to feel her eyes prick with tears for the second time that evening. What is up with me? She thought. Eduardo seemed to read her face, and broke the somewhat awkward silence that had formed. "Hey, hey, what's the matter?" he asked, stepping forward to pull her into him, while trying not to burn her with his cigarette. "Was I that bad?" he asked, completely stone-faced. "No, I'm alright" she sniffed, and couldn't help but crack a smile at his sincerity. As if what had happened could have possibly been bad!
"I don't know what's up with me, it's been a long day I guess. A long week to be fair.." Oh god, she thought to herself, I'm moaning again. He's going to think that's all I do. Snap out of it! Her internal voice scolded. "But that was really, really nice. Um, thank you..." She said, giving him a little smile as she looked up into his gorgeous big eyes. "Well, you're welcome, ma'am," he said gently, and stubbed his cigarette out on a saucer that had been lying on the coffee table, "Maybe we could do
it again sometime?" he volunteered, for the first time, an element of insecurity creeping into his voice. As if he thought she might actually say no. Ellen decided to listen to her friends and not play too keen. "Er, yeah, um, don't see why not? I do feel more relaxed after that workout!" she joked, "And they say sex is better exercise than the gym, which I haven't been to in 4 months, so, um, yeah, that's certainly doable..." She joked. He seemed to appreciate her lightening the mood, and rewarded her with a heart-stopping smile and another long, sensuous kiss.
Again, Ellen had the feeling that the whole world around her was melting away, and nothing else mattered apart from her, Eduardo, and the impassioned kiss he was bestowing on her. Only this time, the kiss didn't feel sexual like it had before they had made love. Instead, it felt like the kind of kiss new lovers might give to each other, after realising that they had the potential to fall deeply, impossibly in love. She felt her hands run up and down her smooth arms, and then pulled her into him so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe. It was like he didn't want to let her go, and the facade of a confident, North London male was slipping away, to reveal a deeply caring and passionate soul.
Ellen's heart started doing butterflies yet again, as she couldn't help but let her mind imagine that this beautiful, handsome, sexy, incredibly attractive stranger might have come into her life for a reason, that it was fate, and this was the moment she'd been waiting for all her life. But suddenly, he pulled away from her, and the expression on his face changed from one of pleasure, to one of pain. "What is it?" Ellen demanded, no longer worried about keeping up the pretence of an easy-going girl.
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