When flowers whisper

An evening to remember:

I lived in a suburban city. She resides on the outskirts of the city. After a few hours of driving, I arrived at the restaurant where we planned to meet. I had no idea this was going to be the beginning of everything. My life changed forever when this started. 

As I parked, I stepped out of my car and walked towards the restaurant. It was located on a non-urban street, a few minutes drive away from her house. The restaurant has a large glass window providing a fantastic aperture view. It was a splendid evening, and I caught glimpses of the restaurant through the glass façade. They kept their exclusivity with their branding, approach, and menu. There are only 30 tables available and you cannot make an advanced reservation.  

As soon as I entered, I sensed a great atmosphere with a carefully chosen soundtrack.  Seeing that it was half-full, I made reservations for two people. A low ceiling, hardwood floor, and dim lighting characterized the bar. In less than three minutes, after securing a corner table, I immersed myself in the view of the lake and quickly got comfortable on a soft Scandinavian tub chair. As I looked out the window, the setting sun provided the perfect backdrop to the evening. I began to wait for her. 

She/Her:

For quite a while, she had been my best friend. Neither of us was in a relationship. Her uncensored, unconventional and unpredictable nature made her stand out. She is one of the charming, seductive, lovely girls that every guy wants to hang out with. 

Our mutual friends hosted a family get together last month, and we were invited. Even before we met, we had been exchanging messages constantly, but it was only when we finally met at the gathering after a long time that everything clicked into place. Both of us felt that the lines between friendship and romance were getting blurred at times and were deeply attracted to each other.

In the days following our meeting, I couldn’t resist the fire and wanted to see what it was like to burn. I decided to ask her what was going on and we could meet up afterwards. Our collective decision was to have dinner at an Italian restaurant we hadn’t tried before. 

It appeals to us because it’s a new restaurant, opened a month back, the tables are not so close and widely spaced out, and we know the food will be good. It has an exotic cocktails list that no other restaurant can match. The fact that it was located close to her house made it even more convenient for her.  

The encounter: 

As soon as I spotted her car approaching the parking lot, I got up from my table and went outside to greet her. Seeing me waiting in the entrance, she walked towards me with a big smile on her face. I greeted her with a handshake and a friendly hug, a short heartfelt squeeze. As we approached our table, I helped her to pull up the Scandinavian tub chair for her to sit comfortably in. She seemed happy with the encounter. 

Her outfit was a bright pink skater dress with subtle white prints on it. Her hourglass shape was perfectly displayed. A white sneaker accompanied the outfit. The salmon pink wrist watch complemented her skin tone. Simple yet elegant jewels not showing off. With dark lipstick, ruby woo and straight hair, she looked stunning with her bold yet classy makeup. Her scent was a burst of citrus with fresh ingredients of raspberries, green mandarin and orange blossoms. 

I gave my denim pants a break and picked dark olive shade twill pants with a full sleeve linen white shirt, sleeves rolled up, accompanied with dark oxblood chelsea boots. I chose an aquatic, salty mineral with notes of sea breeze. 

Appetizers: 

After a brief conversation, we began our evening with the most favored Italian cocktail Negroni Sbagliato. It’s an alcoholic beverage served before a meal to stimulate the appetite. It is mixed with sparkling wine instead of gin and served chilled in rocks glasses. It was served along with some classic italian snack bites called Cichetti. 

In addition to these, we ordered smoked salmon crostini topped with fresh dill and lemon. It perfectly complements the Negroni bittersweet without overpowering it. We further added two servings of white wine with Chicken Scarpariello which uses boneless thighs, then cooks it on the stove for hours in sweet-spicy pickled peppers flavour. 

Our dinner ended and we continued discussing our old incidents and memories. We were able to build trust in our relationship because I did not put pressure on her, just wanted to get to know her more deeply. Her laughter during our conversations made me very happy. 

Salad:

Having enjoyed the perfect dinner, we stepped out of the restaurant. Rain soaked the air, and a chill was in the air. While we walked towards her car, we stopped talking. I waited for her to get into her car and say goodbye. She waited for sometime, turned towards me, approached me quietly and gave me a parting hug. Her hands wrapped around my waist, and she pressed her hands against my lower back, and drew me closer to her. My lungs were filled completely with citrus punch, and she made me feel her silky hair on my fingertips. We embraced in a hug that lasted more than a few seconds longer than usual. She fulfilled every part of my mystical dream. Bringing the day to a close in this way doesn’t make sense to me.

We were just standing very close to each other. When she spoke, I just looked at her eyes and lips and did not follow every word she said. I asked her about her next plans. As if she wanted to grab another drink, a coffee, or call it a night, or go back to one of her favorite spots nearby. I asked her if she would mind continuing the conversation back at my house. As I feared literally, it could potentially lead to misunderstanding and even rejection from her. 

My decision was to leave it to her so that I didn’t run into any awkward end-of-date situations. However, she was surprisingly open to the idea, but suggested that we go back to her home instead since her house was closer to the restaurant than mine. I could feel the vibe and intimacy and had a feeling that things were going well.

Starters: 

As we drove back to her house, my heart was pounding, and my senses were heightened. Within minutes of driving there, we arrived at her studio flat. I received a warm welcome from her. The flat wasn’t quite what I expected. It had a simple but elegant wood bookshelf, a red velvet sofa that complemented the breadth of the room, and a separate banquet seating for dining and kitchen. The sofa served as a divider between a bedroom and a living room.

Within a few minutes, both of us had refreshed and changed into relaxed clothing. I experienced a complete change of atmosphere and feel. I felt that the humid air intensified my mood and senses. Before advancing further, I realized that we both had an intense emotional connection, but I was  not sure what might ignite her erotic flames. 

As we were talking, my eyes glides through her body. A white shirt, with upper buttons unfastened and I could see through it. In an elegant style, she tied her silky hair with a band above her shoulders, which exposed her neck completely. This was how she wanted me to look at her, as if she made me feel embarrassed. However, I almost forgot my embarrassment.  

Suddenly we became quiet. The air surrounding us had become thicker. As part of our ice-breaking strategy, we decided to have tea. As she stood up and left for the kitchen, I noticed her light pink sleep shorts with floral design had accentuated her well proportioned, curvy backside. Having no will power to refuse, I followed her and told her that I would prepare tea for us both. 

She denied the suggestion, so I grasped her hand to stop her. I paused for a moment as this caused her to freeze and she didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

“I’ve missed you”, I told her. She must have understood how much I meant that word and she rushed towards me for a hug. She pressed her face against my chest, so I lifted her face gently and kissed her mouth in full. She told me she loved me and she still does. 

She added that she waited for this moment for so long, let’s not rush anything. 

Main Course:

We turned off the lights, only the night light was left on. I pulled her even closer and started kissing hard and fast. She meets my every kiss and her hands run up on my face and on my hair for every time I kiss her. We started speaking in tongues, and we both became masters at it. Under her shirt, I ran my hands and unfastened the remaining buttons and found she didn’t wear anything inside. I ran through her blonde curls. In the same manner, she went through my trousers and we both removed our tops and bottoms. 

A fire raged within her. She rested on my lap after I pulled her. She moaned as my tongue played over her chest and swirled around it left and right. She was wet, I got to know it. I placed her on the kitchen counter and took a deep dive into her hips, navel, thighs before resting between her legs. Moving up along her legs, I licked, kissed, stroked her skin with my cheeks. 

We quickly found our rhythm. I took her hips in my large warm hands.

She was heaven and she was hell. She was wild, impossible to resist.

The mountains don’t fit into the little palace. Not everyone can climb.

The pomegranates, I teased those with my tongue. The white tulips turned pink when they bloomed.

A fire was burning in those two tall single stem trees down the forest. A grass forest had a waterfall hidden beneath it.  

After a strong wind, thunder, and lightning, the waterfalls dripped out of the forest.  

The rain soaked us both.

Dessert:  

We had it on the kitchen counter, on the sofa, on the bed and in the shower too. There was a heavy downpour outside the window. We made tea and grabbed our cups. As we hid under the quilt, we enjoyed each other’s company. She laid on me, and it was a pleasure to run my fingers through her silky hair. Feedback began flowing in on what worked best and what didn’t, and we never realized when we had slept.