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Erin and Jonathon's First Date

Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: SharkInChardonnay, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

Erin and Jonathon’s First Date (A scene from Sharks In The Chardonnay) Jonathon had chosen a lovely little riverside Italian restaurant. Unusually in that part of the world, the building had a modern, clean exterior design, but once you entered, you were taken back in time to a scene that could have come straight from renaissance Italy. He had been here a few times and thought it perfect for his first date with her. She sat across the table from him with a definite glint in her eye, projecting a self-confidence that had enveloped her since their drink at Hardy’s. He had always liked her look, she was attractive in sight, but it was more than that. She had an enticing animation and a most appealing, engaging personality, and ever since their opening conversation, he had been unable to remove her, for more than a few moments, from his thoughts. Was she serious? He couldn’t be sure. Was she playing with him? Was she just teasing because she knew of his somewhat unconventional interests ? How much did she actually know? He couldn't imagine Laura had literally told her everything, she was far too insular for that, but then, he had been frequently wrong about her in the past. The most potentially thrilling question that had pretty much occupied his conscious thinking since they had spoken; did she mean what she had said about being fellow travellers? After the waiter had taken their order, Erin didn’t hesitate to quell any doubts. If he was truly amenable, then tonight was her ... night and it was going to start right here and right now. She certainly wouldn’t countenance a replay of the drunken misconstrual of her night with James. "Have you thought about me?" Jonathon was a little taken aback by the sudden blunt question, "Erm... What do you mean?" "Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean... Tell me.” "Well yes, of course I've thought about you.” "What have you thought?" she responded immediately, without waiting for the awkward pause. She wanted to know much, much more and he didn’t appear to want to expand. She waited, as Jonathon shifted in his seat feeling already off balance and searching for an acceptable answer. No answer came so she helped him along. "Have you thought about fucking me?” she grinned. “Sorry, what?” “You heard.” Their drinks arrived and Jonathon took a grateful gulp of his Chianti. "No, of course not,” he claimed in a hushed tone. “Bollocks!” she exclaimed. Sober confidence was a new and intoxicating feeling. Jonathon was reddening; he hadn't expected this for a second. "I haven’t," he protested, suddenly aware of how lame it sounded. Erin frowned, expressing disappointment. "Well, there's no point me coming home with you if you haven't even thought about fucking me.” She raised her eyebrows questioningly; the implication fully intended to be unmistakable. Obviously, he had hoped it might happen, but he hadn't been so crass as to expect. Hoping that his candid answer would satisfy her, he replied, "Yes, okay, yes.” Erin's face ...