To sum up what happened before last weekend - we've been out for dinner and drinks a couple of times, we both pretty much confessed we are interested in more than friendship, and as I went to get out of the taxi at my place after the second dinner I reached out my hand and he took it and caressed it. I texted him to tell him not to be so shy next time and he said he wouldn't be.
I went to his flat on Saturday night for dinner. He cooked and he had a candle on the dining table. We had a couple of cocktails and then some wine. We put on a DVD and he took hold of my hand and kept hold of throughout the film. When the film finished he put his arm round me and stroked my hand and arm and then he kissed me. And kept kissing me. He kissed my lips, my neck, my collarbone and my breasts through my clothes, and my stomach after my shirt rode up while we were kissing. At one point he suggested moving to the bedroom as there was more room than on the sofa but I said no and he was fine with that. Initially it felt odd to be being kissed and I wasn't entirely sure what to do but I just followed his lead, and it did start to feel quite natural. And very enjoyable.
We sat and chatted for a while, and there was then some more kissing. Well, to be accurate, lots more kissing. It got to around 2am, we had been lying cuddling on the sofa for ages, and I said I needed to go home. He invited me to stay the night, but was clear that he wasn't expecting sex, and just wanted to sleep next to me. I said no, and joked about having a nice comfy bed of my own at home. He said I could have the bed and he would sleep on the sofa, but I said no again. Part of me was tempted to stay, but I also felt I needed some time to process what had happened that evening before going a step further and sleeping in the same bed as him. He called for a taxi for me and when it arrived came outside with me and kissed me goodbye.
We sat and chatted for a while, and there was then some more kissing. Well, to be accurate, lots more kissing. It got to around 2am, we had been lying cuddling on the sofa for ages, and I said I needed to go home. He invited me to stay the night, but was clear that he wasn't expecting sex, and just wanted to sleep next to me. I said no, and joked about having a nice comfy bed of my own at home. He said I could have the bed and he would sleep on the sofa, but I said no again. Part of me was tempted to stay, but I also felt I needed some time to process what had happened that evening before going a step further and sleeping in the same bed as him. He called for a taxi for me and when it arrived came outside with me and kissed me goodbye.
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