Today was my first real date in a very long time.
I was nervous all over again.
My new Bull had children and still lived together with his girlfriend – although, according to him, the intimacy between them had disappeared a long time ago. What he was really looking for was a long-term fuck buddy.
That could potentially be me 🙂
During the week leading up to the date, we’d already spent plenty of time sexting each other through the app. The conversations flowed naturally, the flirting escalated quickly and more than once we managed to completely distract each other during working hours.
Still, online chemistry is one thing.
Real life is another story entirely.
That’s why we decided to keep things simple for our first meeting: a coffee date in a suburb, at a small cozy cafe. Neutral territory. Public setting. Safe. Relaxed.
At least…that was the plan.
Because if there’s one thing I’ve learned by now, it’s that “ just coffee” has a dangerous habit of becoming something much less innocent once the chemistry is real.
And judging by the butterflies I felt while walking toward the cafe, I already had a feeling this afternoon might become another very interesting chapter in my increasingly questionable dating diary.
I’d spent the entire morning getting ready for this date.
Long shower, hair done properly, makeup carefully applied, cute outfit, nice perfume – the full preparation ritual. Honestly, half the fun of a date is already in the anticipation beforehand.
Before I left, my husband gave me one of those deep kisses that somehow always calms my nerves and excites me at the same time. The I spotted into the car and headed towards my date.
I arrived first.
Of course.
I ordered myself a cappuccino and looked around for a good place to sit. The cafe was surprisingly quiet, which immediately made me slightly uncomfortable. On the one hand, I genuinely wanted to have a relaxed conversation and get to know him better. On the other hand…I also knew myself well enough to realize I’d probably want a little physical flirting too.
And somehow, whispering flirtatious nonsense in a silent coffee shop with people pretending to read newspapers didn’t feel ideal.
Luckily, the weather was dry, so I quickly decided the smartest plan would be: coffee first, than a walk outside afterward.
Just as my cappuccino arrived, my new Bull walked in.
Thankfully, I recognized him immediately.
Trying to avoid that awkward “are-you-my-date?” moment in the middle of a silent café, I confidently walked straight up to him as if we already knew each other. Definitely the best strategy in situations like this.
I kissed him lightly on the cheek and told him I’d already ordered something.
“A kombucha tea, please” he told the waitress.
I immediately started laughing.
“What on earth are you ordering?!” I asked him.
What kind of grown man orders a kombucha tea on a date?
Apparently, one with a hangover.
My new Bull explained that it was “better for his stomach,” which honestly only made me laugh harder. I told him I’d allow it this time, but that it definitely wasn’t sexy.
He took the teasing surprisingly well.
There were exactly two stools free by the window, so we sat there together while we talked about work, relationships and the little things people discuss when they’re still figuring out whether the chemistry from sexting also exists in real life.
It did.
The conversation flowed naturally, the teasing returned quickly and before long the nervousness started fading away.
Eventually, I suggested we continue the date outside with a walk.
Because apparently, coffee dates become much more dangerous once walking and flirting are added to the program.
We walked back past my car first because my coat was still inside.
“Definitely an car for a successful professional,” my new Bull joked while looking at my Mercedes-Benz.
Then I spotted how own car parked across the street.
A Peugeot.
Of course it was.
I immediately started laughing. Somehow it fit him perfectly already.
We continued walking until we reach a small park nearby. The atmosphere between us had shifted completely by then. The nervousness from the café was gone, replaced by teasing smiles, longer eye contact and that subtle tension that slowly builds when two people clearly want more than just coffee.
We talked about relationships, open relationships, boundaries and how important my family still was to me despite all my adventures. The conversation felt surprisingly easy and honest.
Then somehow the topic turned to kissing.
My new Bull slowed his pace slightly and smiled.
“Speaking of kissing…”
Before I could react properly, he placed one hand gently against the back of my head and kissed me.
At first it was soft, almost cautious. Then he pulled back for a second, looked me directly in the eyes…and kissed me properly this time.
It felt really good.
His other arm slid around my waist while we stood there in the middle of the park like two teenagers skipping class. There was something strangely exciting about kissing outside in public like that. Slightly rebellious. Slightly risky. Very fun.
Eventually we kept walking, though now he casually held my hand like we’d been dating for weeks already.
Every time he looked at me, I could tell he wanted more.
I enjoyed making him wait a little.
A bit further along, we ended up on a quieter path. I stopped walking and looked at him for a moment. That was apparently all the encouragement he needed. He immediately pulled me close again, holding my face between his hands while kissing me deeply and confidently.
This man definitely wanted me.
I could feel it in every moment.
Meanwhile, I felt his hand slide from my back, through my ass to my pussy. My pussy had become extremely wet from kissing this Bull.
My new Bull slid his fingers into my pussy and started fingering me in public. It had been a while since another man played with my pussy in public. I almost forgot how hot that was.
He went deep into my pussy with two fingers. I could hardly stand on my legs because they were shaking so much.
Eventually I noticed people approaching nearby, so I laughingly stopped us before this turned into a full public performance.
Though judging by his expression, my Bull would’ve happily continued.
We walked on again hand in hand, talking more about relationships, life and how despite everything, my own family would always remain my priority.
Eventually we made our way back towards the cars.
And right there beside my car, he kissed me one more time.
This time lingering slightly longer.
He told me he wanted to see me again soon – but next time for “more.”
I smiled and admitted that I wanted that too.
Then I got into my car and drove home with butterflies in my stomach and one very clear thought running through my head:
This had been fun.
This had been exciting.
And I absolutely couldn’t wait for the next time.