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Date: 970919
Time: 16:11:50
She looked into his bright blue eyes. How could she not love him! He looked at her and saw her the way she really was she knew it. He saw all her weaknesses her desperate loneliness her need of a shoulder to cry on of somebody to talk to and of somebody who would reveal the secrets of sex to her gently without forcing her to quick action and without making fun of the fact that she was already 23 years old and still a virgin. He would listen to her fears and understand her. So she decided to go out for dinner with him. How she had been looking forward to that evening! For weeks she had been worrying about what dress she should wear had spent days in designing and sewing her dress and she had rummaged through her pile of sexy underwear which she never could resist to buy although she never had any occasions to wear it. For days she had been eating nothing but salads and fruit to lose the little fat that wasted her almost perfect line and had hated the pimples that had appeared just two days before the rendezvous. And she had reread her books about sex and how to have more pleasure with it as well as the kama sutra and had tried to memorise as much as possible of it. Finally the evening had come. Dressed up in a very short black velvet dress she met him at the restaurant her hands wet with nervosity. Rapidly she kissed him on the cheek and carefully avoided the touch of his lips and the feeling of his warm breath on her face. For a short electrifying moment she thought that it would have been better if she had kissed him directly on his lips but then forced herself to look relaxed. His look felt like acid on her legs seconds seemed to stretch endlessly. With a nervous grin she sat down at their table noting the dim light and the soft shimmer of the candles on the tables. The roses on the tables seemed to fill the room with a gentle sweet smell and while she looked at the flowers in their cristal vase she tried to adjust her short skirt and covered as much of her thighs as possible; and for a desperate moment she regretted that she had left her silk stola at home which she could have used now to cover her naked shoulders. Quickly she chose the menu and was relieved when dinner was served and she had something else to concentrate on than themselves. The food was good and usually she loved eating but then she couldnt really enjoy it as every bit took on the taste of her lipstick and when she took a sip of the wine the lipstick mark on the glass stared at her mockingly in ruby red with every wrinkle of her lips marked on it. She was glad when he asked her about her day and hesitantly she started to tell him about her study of arts and how she hated what she had to do at the moment. She hated drawing those cubes all the time and trying to do them as perfectly as possible. Slowly she warmed up to the subject and started to relax in her chair. Enthusiastically she told him about the dresses she designed and how she wanted to revolutionise the world of fashion by using simple materials and cuts. Suddenly she felt his stare lasting on her and she stopped talking. Her head filled up with white glistening lava. "You cant imagine how long Ive been waiting for this evening." he told her and looked at her intently. He lit a cigarette and started to smoke. As if hypnotised her eyes were fixed on the movement of his wet lips which reminded her of the long and sticky tongue of a cameleon. Abruptly she turned her attention to her wine glass and emptied it at once but her look always returned to his glossy wet lips sucking the cigarette. Then he grabbed her hand and started to caress it gently. She stared at the couple of their hands felt his hot touch on hers and jerkily started to stroke his fingers in return. She hardly dared to breathe and while she concentrated on the activities of her fingers she stared into her halfempty plate. "I always forget to eat when I talk to much!" it shot through her head and she felt how the sweat trickled down from her armpits and soaked her dress. "I wonder what these hands are capable of besides sewing dresses... I bet they can spot any erogenous zone at once..." He lifted her hand to kiss it but she rapidly looked up from her plate and pulled back her hand and at once regretted the movement. Stiffly she sat in her chair and tried to squeeze a seductive smile out of her face. "Oh yes they can..." she managed finally to answer and hoped that her answer didnt sound too stupid or unsexy and managed to stand his look bravely. He leaned forward laid his hairy hand on her chin and lifted her head a little. "Youre the most beautiful woman I ever met..." he whispered and the touch of his fingers burned the skin of her chin. The image of a black festering plagueboil shot through her head and panic gripped her. If only he took his hand away from her face! But she didnt turn her head away but touched the hand on her face shortly to avoid that he stopped his advances. His smile seemed to cut his face in two and made his lips look extremely large and her own lips felt as if they had been filled with fine hot sand and would burst at the lightest touch. "What do you think are we ready to leave?" he asked her as he let go of her chin leaned back in his chair and winked at her with a voluptuous grin on his face. She nodded automatically like a robot and when he helped her into her coat her chest felt as if a weight of ten tons lasted on it and her heart pounded heavily. She took a deep breath in the rainy october air outside the restaurant and thought of his eyes. She remembered how she had first met him at a party a few weeks ago. " Making love to a woman is something so personal." she heard him say again and she remembered how he had looked at her so intently and with such a fascinated and warm expression. Then she knew she had found somebody who would listen to her. And she was determined not to let loose until he was hers. When they got off the tram in front of his appartment she hoped desperate that shed be wet enough.