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If you're under 18, ask mom to read this with you. Mom's can
explain everything if you let them. This is fiction. Copyright is
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author.
Blind Date 2/2
by bobbijo
Rick got up and invaded my space, pressing his body against
my towel. He kissed me easily and gently. Then he lifted me and
laid me on the massage table. I shivered, even though it was
warm.
"Roll over, Miss Modesty," he kidded lightly, pulling one
side of my towel so that I spun onto my belly. Then he lightly
laid the towel over my fanny. I'm not sure how good a job I did
massaging him, but he certainly did a good job on me. He's
trained as a masseur so he can supervise others at the spa. His
strong hands worked all the tension out of my neck, shoulders,
and arms. He moved down to my lower back and rubbed up my back
to between my shoulder blades, then spread his hands over the
muscles and back to my waist. Boy, he has great hands!
When he paused, I tensed, afraid of what or where he might
touch next. `Take the risk,' the little voice said. I relaxed
again as he started at my ankle and moved up one leg. Again, he
got his hands farther up my legs than any other man had on a
first date. He felt me tense and said, "Relax. I don't believe
in rape on the first date."
It was such a ridiculous statement that I laughed. Date
rape was exactly what I feared. I trusted him with my life
earlier in the day -- yesterday, actually. I would trust him
now. I let the tension drain away. He started on my other leg.
I felt so relaxed that I almost went to sleep.
"Time to turn over," he said. It was the moment of truth.
Did I have the courage? Could he see in this dim light? I took
a deep breath and rolled onto my back, horribly aware of my
nudity.
"Spread your legs, Miss Modesty," he said mockingly. I
tensed. This was it. I was helpless. He had decided to take
me. I spread my legs a little. He gently laid the towel from my
belly to between my legs. "You can close them now." I felt
embarrassed for not trusting him as I let out my breath,
realizing that I had stopped breathing.
His strong hands gently circled my neck, drawing the tension
from my shoulder muscles. Then they moved down to the muscles of
my chest. I had to fight my instinct to tense up as his hands
approached my breasts. They slid down to the sides of my rib
cage, then back underneath. He moved on down to my abdomen, then
to my legs, massaging both my thighs. He came so close, but
never touched me in any objectionable way. I relaxed again,
letting him work the tension out of my legs. I felt gloriously
alive. The massage was both relaxing and stimulating at the same
time. I didn't want it to ever end. But it did.
"Relax and I'll get your things," Rick said gently. He
brought my things and the bikini. He reached under my arms and
lifted me to a sitting position and pulled my dress over my
head. "You won't need all this for the short drive home," he
said, referring to my bra, panties, pantyhose, camisole and half
slip and the bikini bathing suit.
I smiled in the dark. Now it was my turn. I found his face
with my hands and pulled it to me. I kissed him passionately
sliding my tongue between his lips. "Thanks," I said. Then I
remembered that he was still nude and blushed.
He dressed right there in the room with me. "Here," he
said. "Put these with your things and your roommate will really
wonder." He handed me his bikini briefs. I giggled again. This
was crazy. He gave me a bag from the spa's shop for my things.
Rick slipped his arm around me and led me back to his pick-
up. I climbed in, feeling deliciously naughty with nothing on
under my dress, carrying my underclothes in a bag.
"I hope you had a good time," Rick told me.
"I'll never forget it," I answered him honestly.
We were silent as he drove me home. I had run out of things
to say. Evidently, so had he. He pulled up in front of my
apartment. Tina was still up, judging from the lights on inside.
Rick walked me to the door, then turned me to face him.
"I usually don't expect a kiss goodnight on a first date,"
he said.
"I usually don't give one." Then we just sort of melted
together under the porch light. The heat rose again into my head
and neck. I was flushed with desire for this guy I had just met.
Our heads turned sideways to deepen the kiss. It ended too soon.
"Would you like to come in for a nightcap?" I asked. It's a
terrible cliche, but I couldn't think of anything more appro-
priate at the time.
"I'd love a cup of coffee," he answered, taking my keys and
letting us both in.
Tina was up, padding around in a shorty nightie. She didn't
leave. Rick sat at the table and watched me make coffee. Tina
flirted with him. I got jealous. He was so handsome. And so
gallant.
Tina was being terribly nosy, wanting to know everything
about our date. I was tired. I felt like shocking her and
making her jealous of me for once. She's always bragging about
her conquests. So I told her that Rick got me naked in the back
of his pickup at the very start of the date. I didn't bother to
tell her I was alone, changing into a wetsuit. I described white
water canoeing. I told her about changing on the beach, again
not bothering to tell her the canoe hid us from each other. I
told her about the spa, not bothering to mention the bikini, and
about the massages.
Her shocked looks were just what I wanted. I was proud of my
wickedness. Rick played along. He sat next to me at the table,
sipping coffee and massaging my shoulders. I felt great and oh,
so naughty!
Tina saw the bag from the club, and asked, "What'd he get
you?" Before I could answer, she dumped it out on the table.
"Oh my god!" Rick's bikini underwear was the perfect proof of my
exaggerations. Tina was suitably shocked. I loved it!
"I wish I could get a massage like that," Tina said.
"That's up to Clar'," Rick told her.
I looked back at him questioningly. I saw conspiracy in his
grin. "Sure, Tina. But you have strip completely naked," I
told her.
Never before had I ever been able to make Tina blush, but boy
did she blush now. She was always the adventurous one while I
was shy and reserved. She was only dumfounded for a second,
though. She accepted the challenge.
"OK," she said, stripping off the top of her shorty nightie.
"Into bed," Rick said, standing. Tina went toward her
bedroom. Rick followed, pulling me with him, explaining, "We
need a chaperon."
Tina was brave, peeling off her bikini panties without
hesitating. I took some satisfaction in her blush and attempts
to retain a little modesty. She laid down on her belly and Rick
stood over the bed and started the massage. He was thorough,
starting at her shoulders and moving down. When he finished her
legs, he went back and massaged her neck. None of us spoke a
word. Believe it or not, there was nothing erotic about the
massage even though Tina was nude. Within minutes, she was
sound asleep.
Rick pulled the sheet up over Tina, leaving her sleeping.
He put his finger to his lips and led me out. We both giggled
once her door was closed.
I poured more coffee for us and we sat on the loveseat in
the living room. Rick said that girls like Tina hit on him all
the time at the club. He turned them all down. He complimented
me many times, saying that my shyness was `charming.' He liked
how I dressed, saying I showed that I had a nice body without
being `snotty about it.' I complimented him on his build, his
sense of adventure, and that he was `a complete gentleman.'
"Believe me, my thoughts weren't too gentlemanly," he
admitted, "but waiting usually makes things even better."
From there, our conversation got raunchy. I admitted that
all my thoughts weren't pure, either. We described our previous
partners. I was surprised when he told me he was a one-woman
man. He had actually had fewer partners than I. We were both
afraid of AIDS and VD. We were both selective. Although he
went out more often than I did, it was with girls from the
health club who were just friends and coworkers. As we talked,
we sort of moved into each other's space, our faces just inches
from each other.
Then Rick kissed me. This was the passionate kiss I waited
for. When we finally broke it, he asked me to describe my most
outrageous fantasy. I told him mine was making love on a beach
when I might get caught. We kissed again, and that fantasy
filled my mind. I asked about his fantasies. His favorite was
tying his conquest to the exercise equipment in the health club,
ending with her bound helplessly to the massage table, his for
the taking. Then we described lots of other fantasies and exper-
iences.
It was wonderful how relaxed I was with him. I was alter-
nately afraid of date rape and then afraid that he wouldn't find
me attractive enough to try to seduce. My mind kept going back
to his statement that things were better when you waited. That
made it all OK. I was already seduced. He could have me any
time he wanted me, but not tonight.
The coffee had its affect. We soon had to take turns in the
bathroom. It was so easy and comfortable to go to the kitchen to
freshen the coffee, then return to the couch and start right in
again describing our most intimate of thoughts and feelings.
Rick stretched out on his side resting his shoulders on the
padded arm. I snuggled in with him laying my head on his arm.
We kissed again and again, talking back and forth, sipping
coffee in between.
I suddenly noticed it was starting to get light outside. We
decided to go outside and watch the sun come up. Bare footed and
still wearing my dinner dress with no underwear, I followed Rick
outside. He took the mattress from the back of his pickup and
put it on top of the camper shell and helped me up. We laid up
there, leaning against the padded canoe watching the sun come up.
It was fun to kiss for a minute, then be quiet until the early
morning joggers got beside us and startle them with a, "Good
morning."
When the sun was just over the horizon, we went back inside.
Rick said, "It's that time."
I melted into him for one last kiss before he left and we
kissed passionately once again. Then Rick picked me up and
started carrying me to my bedroom.
"No, Rick. I'm not ready."
"Trust me." I trusted him. More than I ever trusted a man
before in my life. But I wasn't ready for this. I was comfort-
able with waiting. I had made up my mind we would wait.
"No, Rick," I insisted again when he stood me in my bedroom
next to my bed.
"Have you ever kissed a man who was fully clothed while you
were nude?" he asked.
"No, Rick," I said sternly. "I'm not ready."
"But you'll try anything once," he said quietly with a grin
as he lifted the hem of my dress. I was exhausted, unable to
resist. What I had feared all night was about to happen. He
wrapped his arms around me and kissed me deeply. I put my arms
around his neck and kissed back. I was completely helpless. My
legs felt like rubber bands.
Rick held me up with his strong arms as we kissed, then he
gently laid me down on the bed. Daylight illuminated the whole
room, exposing me completely to his gaze. I closed my eyes. I
didn't even have the energy to blush.
"You're worth waiting for," he said gently as he started
massaging my neck, then my shoulders, then down my body. He's a
real expert. I relaxed completely. He rolled me onto my
stomach and continued the massage. I was really surprised when
Tina woke me at noon.
Tina grilled me as we made brunch. She wouldn't believe
that we just kissed, but she also wouldn't believe that I made
love to a man on the first date. She couldn't believe that a man
could massage nude women and not come on to them. "He must be
gay," she concluded. She ended up talking continuously while I
sat and savored the feelings in my sore muscles. In spite of the
stiffness, I felt gloriously alive. Tina's speculations on what
went on were far wilder than anything I actually did.
Rick called Sunday evening. My heart leapt into my throat
when I heard his voice. I hadn't given him my number. I
wondered how I cwould get in touch with him. The TV station
didn't want us to talk or see each other until after we appeared
on the show. Rick, though, had memorized the number from my
phone in the apartment.
"Let's talk about the show," he suggested. I hadn't though
about that. "We should be honest, but not too honest. Let
everybody guess what went on."
"I'm not sure I want everybody in the world to know that we
were doing nude body massages on the date, especially my mother!"
"Why not? She won't believe it anyway. You know Daren's
going to ask if you went skinny dipping," he observed. "What
should we tell him?"
It was a blast reliving the whole date over the telephone.
We knew that Daren, the show's host, wanted a program full of
gasps and laughs about our adventure. In the end, we decided
that honesty is the best policy. Nobody who knew us would
believe it. My friends and my mother both know how shy and
reserved I am. Rick's clients and friends know how many times
he's turned down opportunities. We would just have fun.
That night I was left alone with my thoughts and my sore
muscles. I had decisions to make.
*************
"Good evening and welcome to `Blind Dating Blind.' I'm your
host, Daren McRanger. Tonight, we'll hear all about Clara's
date with Rick and then find out who Steven will pick for his
date, right after these messages."
I was nervous. I felt like I had to pee even though I had
just used the bathroom. The two minute wait drove me crazy. The
host talked to the staff instead of me. I knew Rick was in the
back which made it worse.
When the `on-the-air' light lit, Daren reviewed the men I
had to choose from and that I picked Rick. He welcomed Rick, who
was shown by a different camera behind a screen. Then he asked
me, "Well, Clara, where did you go on your date?"
"To the Rappahannock River."
"Oh? That's an interesting place for a date. What did you
do there?"
"We went white water canoeing and mountain climbing."
Gasps and applause from the audience. "And did you go
skinny dipping?"
"I brought some pictures," I answered. The audience had
dirty minds and roared at my answer, thinking I had pictures of
us skinny dipping.
"I don't know if we can show pictures like that."
A technician showed a slide Rick's friend took of us in the
canoe wearing life jackets and helmets. Then I described my
first experience at rapelling. It was a shot of my second time
where I was bounding down and wearing the exercise top.
"Well, Rick. Did you finally get her clothes off?"
"She took them off herself," Rick answered, grinning. The
audience roared!
"Really?"
"Well, after we left the river, we drove back into town and
went to the dinner theater. It was a good show."
"Forget the dinner! I want to hear about how you got her
clothes off." The audience shouted agreement.
After the audience calmed down, Rick continued, "Well, after
the show, I decided to show Clar' the gym where I work. I
invited her to soak in the jacuzzi and she accepted." Whistles
and guffaws from the audience, just as I expected.
"Was it that easy to get you out of your clothes?" he asked
me.
"Well, no," I replied. "I told him I wasn't ready to be
nude with a guy on the first date. He was a real gentleman and
gave me a suit to change into. Then I joined him in the
jacuzzi."
"Oh, so you didn't get her naked," he said to Rick, sounding
disappointed. The audience groaned too.
"No, I didn't," Rick admitted.
"But I did," I laughed.
"Huh?" The audience laughed as Rick and I grinned at each
other on the monitors.
"Can you enlighten us, Clara?"
"Well, when I got in the tub, Rick massaged me. I was kind
of sore. Then, we sort of kissed." The audience reacted with
`Ooooo.' "And when we kissed, I sort of touched Rick where there
should have been a bathing suit and there wasn't." The audience
loved it and roared and whistled.
"So, Rick, you were skinny dipping and she wasn't?"
"Yeah. I told her, `Hey, just because you chickened out
doesn't mean that I did.'" The audience was eating this up.
"Well, Clara. How did you react to that?"
"I told Rick that I wasn't chickening out. I just wasn't
ready yet."
"Well, did you take your clothes off?"
"I was nearly naked already. The suit was supposed to show
you off rather than cover you up." The audience's reaction was
just what you would expect.
"So you were practically naked anyway?" Daren pried.
"Yeah, so I figured what the heck, I'll try anything once
and took it off." You should have heard the reaction of the
crowd!
After the commercial break, we described the massages after
the hot tub. "So what did you do then? Just get up out of the
tub?"
"No. Rick got us towels and he turned his back while I
wrapped one around me."
"Does she look pretty good in a towel?"
"She looks pretty good in anything, everything, and nothing,"
Rick said, to the applause of the whole audience. I couldn't
help but blush, but I liked the compliment.
"Well, what did you do then?"
"Well, our muscles were still tight so I offered to give
Clar' a massage." More `Oooooo's.'
"How was the massage?" he asked me.
"It was great. Rick really knows his stuff," I answered, to
the gasps and applause again.
"It's kind of hard to get a massage with a towel wrapped
around you, isn't it?" Daren asked. I knew where he was leading
and I wasn't about to disappoint him.
"Well, I had to take the towel off!" Yep. You know the
reaction. "But I was face down and had the towel over my bottom
so he couldn't really see anything."
"OK," Daren said, leaving a `dramatic pause' for the audience
to laugh through. "What then?"
"Well, then we went back to my place." More `Oooooo's.'
"I don't thing we can continue this," Daren said. "Besides,
it's time for a break."
He barely made it in time for the commercial as the director
counted down to zero. After the break, he continued, "So you
guys had a really good time."
"Yeah, it was great," we both agreed.
"Well, let's see who the audience picked for you, Clara."
He flipped over the cards. Rick was second. Ben, the guy who
made the comment about `hot girls,' was the number one pick with
44 percent.
"Well, you can go out with Ben and we'll pay for it or you
can stay with Rick. What'll it be?"
I answered, "I've thought a lot about this. The date was
great, but Rick's a little too crazy for me. I'll try Ben." The
audience gasped in surprise.
"And how do you feel about that, Rick?"
"It's her choice. I had a great time, Clar'. Bye."
The audience was shocked. They groaned and booed.
************
Ben was more than a little crude on our date Saturday night.
He saw my show and just wanted to get my clothes off. I dressed
really hot for him in a shiny red minidress and sheer hot pink
hose. I had to fight him off all night. He still stole a dozen
tight lipped kisses. I gave him ten seconds of tongue on my
porch. I counted the seconds until it was over, then shooed him
off.
I went inside, ignoring Tina's questions about how the date
went. I just took off all my clothes and put on my long coat and
sneakers.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened it and asked
Rick, "The beach or the health club?"
"Lady's first. We're off to the beach," he replied as he
led me to his truck.
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