At the restaurant (Part I)
 
After Eric drove Michelle to his apartment, they took a few minutes to chat about the flight and current 
events. Eric and Michelle were both a bit nervous about the visit. Neither of them had ever had this type of 
encounter before. How much of yourself do you reveal to someone you have never seen in person before? 
Were they really friends trying to know each other better, or was this just an excuse for a wild weekend?
 
Both of them had lots of thoughts in their heads, and Michelle was relieved when Eric showed her the guest 
room, saying "You can keep your things in here if you'd like." "I'll be out in a few minutes," Michelle replied. 
"I'm just going to change my outfit and get myself together." Michelle closed the door and sighed. Her outfit 
was just fine, though her makeup needed a bit of freshening up and maybe a few braids needed to be put 
back in place.
 
Actually, it had been four hours since Michelle had shaved..not enough time to worry about razor stubble 
showing up--Michelle was diligent about shaving closely--but the time at which she would worry about how 
many _more_ hours she'd go before she'd feel uncomfortable in public. She adjusted her braids, twisting 
them in the back into a thick ponytail. She took off her skirt set, folded it on the bed and took out a new 
pantset set she'd just bought. The color was black with check patterns, and the top was fitted about the 
waist, with a rounded collar. The pants were loose-fitting with wide legs--very casual, but fashionable. 
 
Finally, she patted on a bit of powder foundation, rouge and eyeliner, and freshened up her lipstick. For 
some reason "Honey Raisin" was her favorite--she'd been meaning to experiment with some other colors. 
Maybe it would give her good luck this evening!
 
She opened the door and went into the living room. Eric was there on the couch, listening to the telephone 
handset. He smiled at her and scooted aside to make room for her. Finally he spoke into the phone. "So the 
wait is not too long? Great. The specials sound nice too. OK, we'll be there soon. Bye."  He put the phone 
down. 
 
"How does seafood sound to you?" Eric said.
 
"Great." Michelle was relieved. That was a good choice. 
 
"This place is called Port of Entry, and they have a table for us in half an hour. Are you good to go?"
 
"Sure. But can we wait a minute before leaving?" Michelle asked.
 
"No problem, what's up?" Was there something he had forgotten? Had he offended her somehow?
 
Michelle looked at him directly. "It's nothing, it's just that we've done a lot of running around and we 
haven't done a lot of talking. You haven't even given me a tour of your apartment! Let's take a few minutes 
to relax."
 
Eric returned her gaze, put his arms around her, and pulled her close to his side.
 
"Yes, you're right. There's no rush to the restaurant. We can be a few minutes late."
 
Eric's hands caressed Michelle's body, and her fingers traced his face. Michelle realized she'd never been so 
close to a man before. The angles looked all different than she'd imagined. She saw his hairline, his goatee 
as if it were her first time. She saw his chest hairs poking through the top button of his shirt. 
 
Eric looked at Michelle's lips, her cheeks, her ears, her hair. Goodness, she was pretty. The way she had put 
up the braids looked really sexy. The outfit, the shoes, her nails, it all looked perfect. Nobody would know 
that...that is, to an unsuspecting person... he didn't finish the thought and refocused on the beauty in front 
of him. 
 
They kissed, and Eric picked Michelle up, placing her in his lap. For Michelle, the feeling of being in a man's 
arms, looking up into his eyes, was devine. She put her arms around him more tightly, and pressed herself 
even closer to him. 
 
Eric felt the soaring feeling men have when a woman entrusts herself to them, letting them have physical 
control. He continued kissing her, feeling her tongue with his, moving her body this way and that. He 
slowed down, then stopped. 
 
"Let's get going," he said with a wide smile. "Or else we won't save anything for later!"
 
Michelle moved slowly off his lap  to her feet. Good, she thought, a real gentleman. She turned her back to 
him, and discreetly adjusted her panties to ensure that her crotch remained smooth. She picked up her 
purse and checked to see that her wallet had money and credit cards and that she had a fresh pack of 
cigarettes. Michelle closed her purse, slung it over her shoulder, looked at Eric and with a smile, said "All 
ready!"