First date night

I came home from work and checked my computer. There were 12 new men that wanted to meet me. So many cocks, so little time. I looked through all the pictures, deciding who was cute and who wasn't. This was really fun; I could pick the men I wanted like ordering from a menu. The online house of sausage.

I got a reply back from Ted, divorced, 48, 6'1". We had traded a couple emails already. We were both born in April, both non-smokers, and both had masters degrees. He wanted to meet for brunch on Saturday, and suggested a place that had a great buffet. I wrote back that I would meet him at 10 AM.

I then started to get ready to meet Ken. I took off my work skirt and top, dropped them in the hamper, went to my closet and began to ponder. I didn't want to get too dressed up. It was only a tentative date; we'd meet at a restaurant bar for drinks, then have dinner there if we hit it off.

I took a shower, dried and brushed my hair, went to my underwear drawer. I put on a Victoria's Secret Miraculous™ push-up bra and matching panties. I'm proud of my natural breasts, but it never hurts display the goods in the best light. I picked out a casual v-neck top that showed a good hint of cleavage. Then put on a flower-print skirt that came down three inches above my knees. I wanted to wear open-toed sandals, so went back into the bathroom and started painting my toenails red.

I drove to the restaurant, parked and went in. I stepped into the bar and looked around, and saw someone who must have been Ken sitting at table. He smiled and got up as I walked over to him.

There was no hesitant greeting here; he immediately gave me a big hug. Then he stepped back and purposely looked me over from head to toe. "Wow Diana, you look really hot! Your pictures don't do you justice at all."

"Thank you very much, Ken," I smiled, checking him out too. "You're pretty cute yourself."

"Thanks. What can I get you to drink?"

"White wine." I sat down at the table and watch Ken head over to the bar. I noted what a nice ass he had.

He cam back a minute later, handed me my drink and sat down. He flashed a captivating smile. "Your profile said you like the outdoors. What things to you enjoy doing?"

"Hiking, biking, jogging."

"Have you ever biked the triple-bypass?"

"No, what it that?"

You ride from Denver to Vail, going over Squaw Pass, Loveland Pass, and Vail Pass. It's great fun. I do it every year."

This guy is really into exercise. He looks really buff. "No, I don't like to ride up mountains. I stay on flat trails around town."

"Well it's obviously working because you have one awesome figure."

"Thanks, but you're the one who looks fit." I smiled again and my eyes swept over his muscular physique.

"I'm not seeing anything wrong with the way you look, Diana. You're gorgeous."

We kept chatting about the outdoors and exercise and living in Colorado. When my drink was almost finshed Ken said, "What do think, Diana. Is this going well? Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?"

"I'd love to."

To be continued...