For the build up, please read this post.
And no, the image isn’t really relevant, but I’ve been waiting to use it all year and well, today is the day. Happy New Year everyone!
We met at 8pm, outside the restaurant we had picked. It was perfect. Small, cool vibe with exposed brick and a long bar. Probably held 20 people. It was known for great small plates of food for sharing.
One thing I have found rare in the men I’ve met is a nice balance between leadership and taking my opinion into account. I like someone who takes charge but isn’t a jerk about it, for lack of a better term. But I absolutely want someone who has an opinion.
Tony was amazing in this regard. He asked me what area I preferred – and then once we settled on a location, he recommended a restaurant and a time. Perfect. When I arrived, he met me on the street. My first though was – oh my – as he was in a hooded jacket and seemed to be limping. But no, false alarm. All was good.
We got the last table in the place and settled in. We ordered cocktails after requesting a suggestion from the bartender. It had prosecco and a ginger liqueur and was heaven in a glass. He suggested we each pick two dishes.
The food was heavenly. The conversation flowed freely and without pauses. I liked him. A lot.
He paid for dinner and suggested we get a drink elsewhere. We went to a bar across the street we had both been to before. We sat at the bar and had a few cocktails over the next few hours. We talked more. About everything and nothing.
He made no move to touch me whatsoever. As I sat next to him, my leg occasionally touching his, it started to become all I could think about – that I wanted to touch him and I wasn’t sure why he wasn’t touching me. He had these great hands, which I focused on. They were strong looking. For a while I had no idea what he was saying; my internal monologue was all about whether to make a move.
I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I put my hand on his, which was resting on the bar
He instantly moved to envelop my hand in his. He put his thumb on my wrist and started to rub it and suddenly there was nothing else in the bar except his hand on mine. The electricity from just his touch was all I could think about. I stopped talking or even listening. I just watched his hand on mine, and reveled in the sensation.
I’m not sure how long it lasted but then I knew I had to kiss him. We were in a dark loud bar. It was an open mic night and there were a variety of acts singing and playing. But although at times we focused on the music, the moment I touched him there wasn’t much else.
I didn’t care about the people on either side of us, or the bartender. After goodness knows how long, I leaned forward to kiss him and he filled the rest of the distance between us.
It was incredible. Our kissing chemistry was perfect. It was tentative yet passionate and I am hard pressed to think of more than a handful of other first kisses that came close.
We pulled away and looked into each others eyes with the surprise we both felt at the intensity of the kiss.
The conversation continued. I have no idea what we talked about. We would talk and then kiss and then talk some more. Our hands touched constantly and the touch was electric. Just with touching my hand, wrist, and forearm, I felt like I could cum in an instant with just a bit of encouragement.
I have rarely felt such chemistry with someone.
We decided to go to another bar. It was a short walk from where we were and was even smaller than the last two places. The bartender was the only server and we drank dark and stormy’s. They played vinyl and the bartender encouraged us to assist with choosing the next album.
The conversation between us flowed. The constant touching continued. We made out at the bar frequently.
It was amazing.
Although we had no idea what time it was we decided we should probably go. When we asked the bartender to close our tab he asked if we would stay, as it was close to last call and he would play his trumpet for us afterwards.
Hell yeah, we would stay.
He shut down the bar and played trumpet for us and the perhaps 8 other patrons. He decided to give us a round of vodka shots because it was Christmas and we should celebrate.
I asked if he took requests, and when he responded in the affirmative he played “All of Me” at my request. It’s one of my favorite songs.
We eventually said goodbye to our new friends and walked outside into the cold. Tony said he didn’t want to say goodbye to me quite yet and asked if we could find a darkened doorway. Absolutely!
Like 16 year-olds we made out in a doorway for what felt like an hour. His kisses were amazing and he crushed me against the brick wall. We would kiss and take a break and comment on how amazing it was, and then kiss some more. His hands roamed. I didn’t want it to end and I said so. He concurred and said it would be great to just continue what we were doing – it didn’t have to be more.
He said his place was a mess and I said he could come to my place. As I took out my phone to hail a taxi I looked at the time – 3:45am. I can’t remember the last time I was out at that hour.
Wow. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next, but I sure as hell didn’t want to say goodnight to Tony.