I would love to be a doctor, but it takes a lot of time. Time that other women could use to date, get married and have children. Sometimes I think I should use my time like this. It’s better to spend long nights studying and create more beautiful memories. I would rather waste a night studying and just have a weird memory. I didn’t give up, now at 28, it seems every relationship depends on your suitability for marriage.
It’s not like I have a lot of relationship experience. My family is small and distant. Working so hard to become a doctor doesn’t leave much time for anything else. I’ve moved around a lot going to school, living, and now moving to a new city for this job. I have a few friends, but they’re not what I would call close people. I use the word disappointment to describe how I feel when I meet someone.
When bubbly pharmaceutical rep Katie started talking about how cute and smart her friends were, I listened to her. Blonde, tall, and running her own business, this picture is worth looking at, and for a long time. I couldn’t believe I was going on a blind date. As I pulled my pickup truck into luxury steakhouse Luna Ferras, I breathed a sigh of relief because at least I was trying.
It was a Sunday, so I had time to prepare for the appointment. I took my long blonde hair out of its usually boring ponytail and twisted it into pretty curls. I tried to highlight my green eyes and also wore something that could be mistaken for lipstick.
I’m 5’8” tall, have a bust size of C and a nice ass. I spent so much time running up the stairs at the hospital where I trained that I was proud of my legs. So honestly, I’m showing them off too. I was wearing my own skirt, a black hip-hugging skirt with a slit on the side of my thigh. I tried not to be too overbearing and chose a luscious red sleeveless dress. I also wore a thin black sweater to keep out the cold.
I swatched it a few times in the mirror to make sure the color didn’t wash me out too much. I started to look pale and a little more fragile by the middle of winter. But I’m happy with my appearance. Not too porcelain, not too cheesy, just enough to get a guy’s attention.
My date had already arrived and was seated before me. This restaurant is known for its service and style. It is a maze of many small restaurants, creating the illusion of one unique restaurant. When I followed the hostess to one of the restaurants in the back, I noticed it was mostly empty, mostly in the off season. I was surprised to see the large group of men sitting around our table. There was only one other couple on the wall in the small dining room.
“Elizabeth,” my date said when I arrived, “it’s so nice to meet you!” He stood up and leaned forward to take my hand.
His palm touched mine, it was cool and a little wet. Katie was right about him. Blonde and tall, but I felt like he spent more time on his hair than I did. He also has the weirdest, most perfect tan. I think it was coming from inside a glitter box.
“Jeff, thank you so much for the invitation. I’ve always been curious about this place. Everyone speaks so highly of it.” I gestured with my hands to the surrounding walls. When we sat down across from each other, I really didn’t want to keep holding that hand.
Sitting across from Jeff, I had more time to analyze him, mostly because he never stopped talking. The way his charcoal gray suit is cut makes me think he makes money, what is he talking about? Real estate, how could I forget.
After finishing the first course, I dropped my napkin on the floor and bent down to pick it up. As I looked around the restaurant, I noticed a man in a large group of people staring at me. Not looking, not scanning, the gaze was so intense that my clothes seemed transparent.
I adjusted the slit in my skirt, tried to cover more of my legs, and looked again. This guy has no manners at all. His eyes roamed my body, he smiled at me and winked. I looked at Jeff and he continued talking about some condos with waterfront views. He didn’t seem to realize it.
“Well, it’s not like I wanted to attract male attention when I chose this outfit,” I thought to myself, “I just thought I might have a better target.”
From then on it became a game, at least for me. Every few minutes, or whenever Jeffrey was too engrossed in building the roof, I would look over Jeff’s shoulder at the man.
The man was tall, I could tell even as he sat down. His hair was black and shiny, falling down to his ears in waves. His skin is the most amazing color, golden olive, and he just screams health and outward goodness. “He must be very active to have a body like that,” I thought as I inspected his almost perfect body. Even the hands resting on the table looked large and muscular.
Despite wearing a simple polo shirt and slacks, he had a distinct air of authority. Apparently he was well known in the restaurant as the staff fawned over him. Whether the owners or the rich customers, I couldn’t tell.
I was obsessed with seeing Mister “Tall and Dark,” as I nicknamed him. He was smiling most of the time, but when Jeff reached out to take my hand I noticed his jaw tighten. I faked a cough and pulled my hand back, giving a slight nod in response. What an awkward dance we’re doing.
I soon drifted into daydreams of Mr. Tall and Dark. I thought of those strong arms around me, that strong mouth covering mine. I imagined my arms wrapped around his strong neck, pulling him closer. I wondered if his male anatomy would be just as satisfying as the rest of him.
It seemed like our little staring contest was taking on a life of its own. I’m just taking a break from my dinner date to make some kind of connection.
The man’s dinner companions never seemed to notice him unnoticed. They talked and laughed with each other. Mr. Takahiti kept staring at me. Occasionally I paid attention to what he said to the group. When his lips moved, all conversation at the table stopped abruptly. I think this is definitely a man of high standing.
“…Are you alive, Elizabeth?” This question was asked by my dinner companion. I stared at the tall, dark gentleman and missed the first part of the question. Jeff’s postpartum sadness suddenly overtook me, and I didn’t know what to say. The result: “East side.” This must have been an acceptable answer, because Jeff smiled and started talking about how real estate values on the East side have increased dramatically.
I shook my head and stared at my half eaten meal. Best steakhouse in town but I can’t eat there because I have to spend all the time looking at the mystery man. I sighed in disgust and dug into the steak. I didn’t even notice the date I was so looking forward to. I looked at Jeff as he continued to talk about the benefits of a 15-year mortgage. He looked pleased and I made sure to nod at the appropriate times.
I really need someone who understands mortgages. I just need a guy who will get between my legs and do something. At this point, anything is acceptable. Even the pathetic act committed by my high school boyfriend on our last date seemed like something I wanted to repeat.
“No, no, no,” I scolded myself. Dating is for marriage, that’s what I’m here for.
I looked up and was disappointed. Of course, Jeff was still there, but the tall, dark gentleman was gone. Well, at least now I could focus on Jeff, except for the annoying wetness in my panties. I was squirming in my seat, trying to find a position that didn’t make me feel like I was sitting in a puddle.
“Well, excuse me, Jeff, I just need to use the women’s facilities,” I whispered, smiling. Jeff returned my smile and stood up, pointing in the direction we had come.
I walked around the restaurant, mentally cursing myself for ruining a perfect date with Jeff. Instead, I flirted with someone I would never see again. I tried to relax as I walked, but the tall, dark gentleman made me uncomfortable.
I walked quickly through the maze of rooms and found myself lost. In one corner, a group of waitresses were gathered, chatting excitedly, and I stopped to ask for directions. They nearly fell to the floor to show me where the bathroom was. “Well, this place must be known for its service,” I thought to myself.
The bathroom is actually an art deco style with separate rooms for complete privacy and a large mirror in the center for dressing. I stood in front of the ornate golden mirror, cursing myself and letting my hair loose. I have to say that it’s not like it changes the look at all.
Suddenly, I wasn’t alone. Mr. Tall and Black shut the door behind him and pushed me back into a private bathroom. I was wrong, not tall, but big. His hands roughly grabbed my upper arms and pinned me to the wall. I shrieked when my back hit the tiles and looked up at him. His fingers lightly touched my cheeks, an unreadable expression on his face. “This is the ladies’ room,” was all I wanted to say to him. He smiled slightly when his thumb rested on my lower lip.
Up close, the man smelled wonderfully like leather and spice. He was so close to me that I could feel the heat rising in his chest. This is bad, very bad. Suddenly it occurred to me, I am about to be raped in the women’s restroom.
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him hard. He didn’t even move. I opened my mouth to scream, but his mouth silenced me instantly. He tasted like wine, heady red wine. His tongue began rubbing against mine in my mouth. I have very little experience kissing, but even I know when the right time is to kiss. I tentatively rubbed my tongue against his, and I got a slight moan. I enjoyed the feeling of his big, warm hands holding my face and stroking my head. I realized I wasn’t fighting him anymore.
He seduced me with his seductive mouth and pinned me to the wall with his body. The man was determined and shamelessly slid his hands down my body to my waist and placed them on my swollen buttocks. He started rubbing gently, grabbed a handful and released. My skirt slowly began to gather around my waist. I ran my fingers around the warm, hard muscles of his chest. When I opened my eyes, I reminded myself, pecs.
‘I’m a doctor. I’m looking for a guy to marry at a nice restaurant. I’m not desperate to do this with a stranger in a bathroom.
I quickly turned my head and pushed him again. He smiled and stroked my neck, biting the skin there. His five o’clock shadow was rough and I shivered.
Eventually, he managed to move my skirt completely and tighten it around my waist. I felt his hand slip under my panties and push them away. The wet silk slid down my legs and pooled beautifully at my feet. Mr. Takahei took advantage of the opportunity and grabbed my ass hard. There was a soft moan in his throat when he caressed my ass. I continued to press against his chest in vain.
“Stop it now,” the words came out much more breathlessly than originally intended.
He didn’t seem to notice this and moved his hand to place it on my now very exposed mound. His lips reached my neck and left a wet trail as he kissed and sucked the sensitive skin.
The next thing I want to say is that I’m going to scream, and my voice is completely different when he slides his finger into my wet lower lip. His rough fingers were exploratory, to say the least. He made his way into my crack, gently caressing that delicate bundle of nerves. It’s heavenly. He fucked me with a skill I’ve never experienced before.
I slid my legs out of my useless underwear and spread my legs to give him more access. Without thinking, I began rubbing my hands up and down his muscular chest. I brought his mouth back to mine and kissed him aggressively, thrusting my tongue into his mouth to taste him. His fingers continued to flick and rub, caressing my labia, stopping as I entered my womanhood and starting the cycle again. He pulled away from my swollen lips and stared into my eyes, observing my arousal with obvious pride.
I soon broke away. My hips moved between his large hands, completely under his control. Lost in the feeling, I grinded my pelvis into his fingers, wanting more. I ran my hands through the hair at the back of his neck, loving the feel of the smooth, strong muscles underneath.
He broke our staring contest and leaned forward, taking the nipple and shirt into his mouth. I lost it. Moaning, shaking as his fingers slid inside me, it was a mind-blowing orgasm.
My legs felt weak and my breathing became short. My pale skin was hot and I knew it was clearly red. He leaned in front of me and placed his forehead on mine. It wasn’t until he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it that I decided if I was being humiliated. That was it.
I pulled my skirt down and tried to walk around him to the door. He stopped me with a strong hand. He pressed his hips against the wall, and I realized what giant meant. I could feel his outline burning in the pit of my stomach. My eyes widened as I realized he must think I “owed” him something. I gasped in horror, studying his face.
He smiled at me, no malice on his face. “You’re perfect,” he whispered before giving me a kiss on the forehead.
I don’t know how I finished the rest of dinner with Jeff. I returned to the table and clutched my sweater tightly to cover the wet mark on my right breast. I could never get rid of that wet feeling and now it feels 100 times worse.
I was so scared that I stopped and lifted my panties only to realize the back of my skirt was soaking wet. Worse still, I couldn’t understand Mr. Gohei’s giggle as he told me to leave our cubicle, nor his cryptic “See you later, Elizabeth.”
“How does he know my name?” became my nervous mental mantra for the remainder of my meal. Thankfully, Jeff seemed happy to continue his monologue about the problems facing real estate in the twenty-first century. He did mention at one point that I might look blushing. I almost laughed in his face.
“The kids must have caught a cold,” I stuttered, “I think I should go home.” I wanted out so badly.
Jeff looked almost sad, but something must have been done to his face, and he couldn’t help but look worried. I felt crazy and wanted to burst out laughing. I have to go home now.
It’s cold outside, which revives my tired heart. I zipped up my sweater after giving the waiter my ticket. I told myself, it was just a whim. No need to worry at all. I think this happens to other women too.
Even more disturbing was that when our car arrived, Jeff put his lips on mine and I felt nothing. All I could think about was my warm lips pressing against the cold bathroom wall. What is wrong with me?
Climbing into the truck was my first comfortable job all night. I reached into my wallet and pulled out my iPod. It was full of loud, obnoxious music that I could avoid. I swung the rock as high as I could, trying to drown out the night.
I ran home at a speed I normally wouldn’t drive. The speedometer was already at ninety when I saw the red and blue in the rearview mirror. On a quiet highway, I stopped and found a swear word I hadn’t used in years.
As I was rummaging through the glove compartment, the officer came up to my car and leaned against the open window. He took a deep breath, then put his arms over the edge and left them out. It was the most relaxed position I’ve ever seen a police officer in. I sat there with my license and registration and stared at him. He reached up and grabbed a lock of my hair. He sniffed it and put it back on my shoulder.
“So, Miss Elizabeth, what’s the hurry?” he asked, but never asked me for proof of identity.
I wanted to laugh or cry, the whole thing felt so weird.
“I was on my way home, I wasn’t feeling well…” I lost my train of thought when I realized he knew my name. He sniffed the air a second time, this time more noticeably.
“That excites you, doesn’t it?” the officer asked me.
Then I noticed how big the man leaning against my window was. Thick black hair cut short, military style. There was something about him that was very familiar.
“Okay, let me ask you a question.” He leaned in, smiling, as if he were teasing me.
“Yes-yes,” I stuttered, “I’m very excited.” I didn’t dare say anything more.
I couldn’t understand how this man could possibly know what was going on in the restaurant. I slowly shook my head and stared at him. It’s impossible.
“Don’t go so fast,” the officer said, stepping back from the window and patting my shoulder. With that, he slowly walked back to his cruiser car, turned off the Christmas lights, and put the car back on the road.
He stayed there until I started the truck and stopped in front of him. I thought he was just going to drive behind me for a few minutes before returning to his patrol route. He followed me all the way home.
At some point I realized that “don’t go too fast” wasn’t even a real warning, and I looked back at him. I couldn’t see much, but it seemed like there was a faint yellow glow coming from something inside the car.
When I got home, I parked in front of the garage and got out. I deliberately straightened my skirt and glanced at the patrol car. It smiled and waved at me affectionately. I walked quickly up the front stairs and into my little house.
Once inside, I turned off the alarm and double-checked the door lock. Then I practically ran to the bathroom, stripped naked, and jumped in the shower. As I cleaned up, I seriously considered burning the clothes I was wearing. These must be the clothes, I blamed myself. I don’t get attention from men anymore.
As I showered, I tried to wipe away Mr. Takahiti’s touch, but it was too late when I remembered that I didn’t even know his name. So weird. I never made a mistake like that. Especially with a man who seemed capable of bringing the police after me. It’s too weird to even consider. I must have blocked out the part where he knew my name or I would have been gasping for breath.
Soon though my scrubbing takes on a different color. I’m not wiping off Mr. Tall and Dark, I’m just rubbing and trying to reclaim what he’s created. I finger my sensitive nipples, wishing he’d spend more time there. No, no, no, this is wrong, and it feels good.
As I soaped myself up, I lingered on my labia, stroking them gently, and then stroked my clit a few times. I inserted one finger inside me and began massaging my clit with my other hand, slowly, faster and faster. Soon I felt myself glued to my body and leaning against the shower wall. Masturbating in the bathroom twice in one night seemed like too much, so I took a quick shower.
After exiting the steamy bathroom, I kicked my pile of clothes, which I would deal with tomorrow. I wrapped my old robe tightly around my waist and walked lightly to the kitchen. It was getting late, but I was not feeling sleepy at all. Knowing I was in for a long day, I rummaged through my kitchen drawers until I found the small bottle. They were a lifesaver when I was having trouble sleeping in the hospital. These magical little pills can make rhinos restless.
I put one in my mouth, and then the other. Probably a bad idea, but I really needed to calm down. Great, now I’m off drugs. The night was truly great.
After a while I fell into a dreamless sleep. Man, these are good drugs, were my last conscious thoughts.
