Going in Blind

Sitting in a small lounge bar, La Petite Siroter, at 8:00p.m. on a Friday night sits a stunningly beautiful woman of 5’9”. She has shoulder length, red hair, bright blue eyes, and has colored her lips a deep red. She has a body best described as fit and curvy, with long bare legs hanging from her bar stool out of her knee length, black dress. Her name is Elizabeth but goes by Elle and she has arrived an hour early for a blind date that her good friend Patrick has set her up on.

Patrick has always had good taste in men for himself but Elle is nervous how he will do picking someone for her. She is sure Patrick will pick a handsome man as he is quite shallow but Elle is more concerned that he will be intelligent and compassionate. Although Elle has gone on dates with many handsome and charming people, they have often been too dull, vain, or they feel threatened by the combination of her intelligence and physique.

With her dating experience, Elle is single at 32 because she would rather be with the right person than with someone for the sake of being in a relationship. As she nervously ponders about Patrick’s mystery man, the bartender offers to get her a drink which she gladly accepts. Although she normally prefers drinking Malbec wines, based on the bartender’s recommendation from the flavor profile she is in the mood for, she recommends a dark fruity plum and dark cherry Merlot with cinnamon, oak spice and vanilla, and a note of cocoa.

Elle takes a slow, deep sip of the wine. She flashes the bartender a bright smile and nods in approval. The bartender nods, giggles to herself and goes off to tend to another customer. There are few things in this world that Elle enjoys more than a good glass of wine when she feels stressed. She has many healthy habits and wine is the one unhealthy luxury she indulges in, perhaps more often than she should, but she never goes overboard, so who gives a damn.

Elle sits dreamily thinking about who this man will be as she sits at the bar sipping her Merlot. She hopes he will be strong because when she is in better shape than a man, they are often uncomfortable about it but also, she likes to be thrown around a little in bed. She laughs to herself at this thought and then realizes it has been longer than she would have liked since she felt close enough to someone to want to have sex with them.

Elle has always fallen for people based on their eyes. Color doesn’t matter, more how their eyes make her feel. Whether they look kind, soulful, make her feel safe, and the way people look at her are all extremely important. A loving stare that feels like a warm hug wins big points in her book. She relates the look in a person’s eyes to their passion, specifically relating to what they are looking at. However, too many lustful looks and you are finished before you even get a word out, especially on a first meeting.

Elle hoped Patrick’s choice would be taller than her. Men are ridiculous and feel insecure when a woman is superior to him in any way. She started to think she may be asking a lot of a blind date, or at least expecting a lot of Patrick to find someone to check all of these boxes. However, a shorter, out of shape, sweetheart would be great too as long as they didn’t have such a fragile ego. God, 32 years Elle thought That is a big chunk of life without having a person you feel completely in tune with. How in the Hell do some people find each other, the perfect one for them, when they are still in highschool?

By this time Elle has finished her first glass of wine. As she is debating calling the bartender over for another glass, a waiter lets her know that her table is ready and her date has arrived. Elle followed the waiter to the table and Elle’s first thought was, Patrick did not disappoint in finding a handsome man. The man’s name was Noah and Elle guessed he was about 6’ tall. He was very well built which she could easily tell by the way his tailored suit fit him tightly across his chest and butt. He had wavy blonde hair and deep, soulful, brown eyes; internally Elle swooned a little as their eyes met but kept her outward composure. Noah wore a friendly smile above a strong jawline and when he said “Hello Elle” his voice was deep and powerful but he spoke in a gentle tone.

They sat down and began with small talk over what to order. Elle mentioned she was fond of red wines and mentioned some of her favorites. Noah was a scotch drinker but only drank whiskey at a restaurant or bar because of the outrageous prices. When the waiter came and offered them drinks Noah ordered a 12 year aged whiskey on the rocks and Elle immediately chose the Merlot that the bartender had suggested. The waiter gave a slight wave to the bartender, pointed to Elle, the bartender gave a thumbs up to the waiter and then a wink to Elle.

Noah laughed and asked “Are you here so often they know your order by heart?”

Elle replied “No, but admittedly, I was nervous as blind dates are normally not my ‘cup of tea’ so to speak, so I have been here the last hour to mentally prepare.”

Noah said “I personally prefer them, as long as you have reliable friends. You go on a date without any expectations and can be completely amazed by the people your friends know.” As Noah said this he stared deeply into Elle’s eyes. The date was thankfully going better than she had dreaded.

Noah and Elle continued to chat and as the drinks continued to flow, the conversation varied in topics. Elle learned that Noah was a lawyer that helped Patrick’s company in various real estate transactions, he was 37, he was quite wealthy which she already knew by his suit. He had already been divorced twice, he was arrogant and a testosterone fueled male chauvinist. Both of his prior marriages were ruined because he cared more about work and “the boys” than he ever cared about the women but they were taken with him physically and were blind, to a point, to how he acted or treated them when his male friends were around. He was one of the men that once again needed to be the best, the strongest, wave around his giant dick for everyone to see. Why did she constantly find men that either couldn’t treat women well or couldn’t stand a woman being superior to them in anything.

Noah sounded annoyed when he found out Elle’s family had more money than his. When he spoke, the tone he used to speak about other women felt insulting. Worst of all though, he made it clear he would want Elle as a trophy wife and by no means was she going to quit her job to be eye candy for a useless, douche of a man. She was her own woman and wanted a partner, not someone to take care of and most certainly not someone to take care of her. Elle was disappointed; she had initially prepared herself for a bad date but when things started out well she turned optimistic that things may continue to go that way.

Noah continued droning on and Elle let out an exasperated sigh to get his attention; Noah noticed but ignored it and continued on.

Elle spoke up “I’m sorry to interrupt you Noah but this date has to come to an end. You clearly have no use for the type of woman I am and I have no use for a man like you.”

To this Noah blinked and looked stunned. “What are you talking about?” Noah asked “You are a beautiful woman and from what Patrick tells me, you want a man to settle down with, I thought you were taking this date seriously?”

Elle laughed “Regardless of what Patrick may have told you, you are not what I want to ‘settle down with’.” She seethed “As for taking this date seriously, I would have if you could take a woman seriously.” At that Elle promptly walked back to the bar stool she had been at before that date.

A couple minutes later Elle glanced back at the table, Noah had left. Elle sighed with relief that she offended him enough so he didn’t continue to pursue her and rested her head in her hands. The bartender walked up to her and set down a glass of the Merlot Elle had been ordering all night. Elle looked up and the bartender smiled.

Elle in a confused tone said “I didn’t order this.”

The bartender once again winked at Elle and said “I’ve got you girl. You have had a disappointing night so this one is on me.”

“Thank you,” Elle replied, a little shocked by the kindness. “What’s your name?”

The bartender said “Skylar.”

“Well thank you Skylar, both for suggesting this wine in the first place, and the sweet gesture.”

It was now nearing midnight and Elle and Skylar had been talking for over an hour as Skylar worked. Skylar was 29 and from a small town. She moved to the city 9 years ago to pursue an education after saving money in her home town for 2 years. She got lost in the university lifestyle and became stuck not knowing what to do with her life. Skylar became a bartender because she liked being around people as she lived alone. Eventually she had enough experience that she got the cozy bartender job at La Petite Siroter where drinks cost enough and the atmosphere was sophisticated enough that it was rare people got black out drunk or acted inappropriately to a female bartender.

Elle eagerly listened to Skylar’s story and answered any questions that Skylar had for her.

Elle then interjected into the conversation “I don’t mean to offend you by asking this Skylar, and I may have misread you, but would you like to come home with me tonight?”

Skylar stayed quiet for a short time wearing a quizzical expression.“I don’t get off work until 2:30 a.m. but if you give me your address and are willing to wait up for me, I’d love to meet you there.

When Skylar arrived Elle grabbed her by the waist, pulled her in her condo, kissing her passionately until they were both breathless. Skylar trembled slightly as they pulled apart from the kiss. She looked around the condo, Elle had lit candles and dimmed the lights, there was soothing jazz music playing in the background. Skylar stood in the doorway with her mouth agape.

“Are you alright?” Elle asked with a giggle.

“Yes, sorry” Skylar replied “I have been really excited and a bit nervous since you asked me to come here. I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night like you had cast a spell on me. When your date turned out badly, I had to try to improve your night but I am amazed that you did all of this for me.”

Elle smiled shyly and blushed. “Well, I am a woman who knows what I want and tonight, that is you. I wanted you to feel appreciated.” She leaned in and whispered in Skylar’s ear, “Come with me to my bedroom and I am sure we can make this the best night ever.” Skylar blushed and bit her lip as Elle led the way.

Skylar’s skin was soft, as were her lips. Her hair was jet black, straight and laid six inches below her shoulders. Their legs were strongly entwined around each other. They took their time excitedly but tenderly exploring each other’s bodies in a flurry of passion and lust. Elle, with a gentle tug, pulled Skylar’s hair back to kiss and lightly bite her neck causing Skylar to softly moan. Skylar grabbed Elle’s breasts and squeezed her tense nipples between her fingers. Elle sat up to push Skylar to the bed and then teasingly kissed down her neck, past her breasts, to her stomach, her hips, and then slid her tongue across Skylar’s hip to her groin and enthusiastically began licking her vulva with long, firm licks. Elle then switched to sucking Skylar’s clitoris and flicking it with her tongue until it caused her to orgasm causing Skylar to squeeze Elle’s head with her thighs from the intensity of it.

Skylar then pushed Elle to the bed, kissed her hard and inserted her index and middle finger into Elle’s warm, wet vagina and began quickly, gently rubbing her internal clitoris. At the same time, Skylar grabbed Elle’s right breast with her left hand and then kissed and tongued her nipple while softly squeezing her breast. As Elle’s vagina relaxed and opened, Skylar inserted the rest of her fingers one by one until her whole hand was being inserted. Skylar switched her left hand and mouth to Elle’s left breast and began kissing and tonguing that nipple. Elle called out “Oh God yes, please keep doing that!” and a moment later her whole body shuddered and quaked from the pleasure and she was enveloped in the cascading orgasms and Skylar carried on pleasuring her.

Elle stopped Skylar from continuing on and then sat on top of her. She positioned her clitoris over Skylar’s and began gently thrusting her hips. Elle stared into Skylar’s eyes, leaned in, and breathlessly kissed her, brushing her tongue on Skylar’s and panting from the passion as she pulled away. As Elle rode Skylar, their breathing deepened and quicked and they moaned, screamed, and clutched one another as they orgasmed, alternating and together until their lust for one another was entirely satiated. Their sex was comfortable, natural, extrodinarily pleasurable; Elle had never felt so in sync with another person.

After they exhaustedly fell on the bed, Elle drank Skylar in. How lucky was she to have this woman be interested in her tonight. Rather than come home and feel defeated by love yet again, she was in the warm embrace of this beautiful woman. Elle caressed Skylar’s back and hips as they lay exhausted but energized from their lust filled endeavours to please one another.

As Elle examined Skylar, she knew her favorite things about her were her warmhearted demeanor and her passionate, piercing, emerald green eyes. As Elle peered into them, Skylar smiled and giggled coily. They ran their fingers through each other’s hair and looked into one another’s eyes until they fell asleep.

When Elle woke in the morning, she had decided to ask Skylar to stay with her the rest of the weekend and then to go out with her again later in the week. Being with her felt so natural and the issues men had with her being a strong, tall, powerful woman didn’t exist with Skylar. This hadn’t been her plan, but she had always liked women and Skylar felt so perfect for her. The best plans change for the best possible outcomes and that is exactly how Elle felt about last night.