We met at a crowded bar, I spotted him running over to meet me, phone in hand and I smiled, he looked a Little awkward without the comfort of his suits. We exchanged pleasantries and made way to our table. He had brought a friend along (a safety net).
I said “hi, my name is pretty and what’s Ur's?"His friend laughed.
a football game was on and his friend had so much to say to him,i started feeling like a third wheeler ( I wondered why he invited me when he and his friend hadn't had enough time together) I hugged my BB and started making love to it with each tap of the buttons. He saw my arousal and my blush; he got jealous of an inanimate object. He struggled to steal the phone from me that only made me climax with laughter. We made little talks and I tried to involve his friends but I was out of his league and I knew it.
He pulled me close at the table and tried to steal a kiss, I laughed and said “I’m an old layer" meaning I'm no Green horn. He smiled I could see he was intimidated but I didn't care.
We headed out and I wanted to feel sand in my shoes so I asked him to take me to Sheraton's artificial beach. We were barely there when I started seeing familiar faces and he ran like a little kid instead of waiting to be introduced. We found a suitable tree then his phone rang, like a little child he giggled and clutched the phone, asked for foreign gifts and missed calls. I tried to endure all this but it was 9: 30 and I did not need this. So I edged towards the door and he called on and said hold on. I smiled and waved at him because I knew this was my last first date with him.
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