The Barefoot Sub's kind comments last week inspired me to consider what Michael did next and in the spirit of WW it will undoubtedly include some cooking. I should also make clear that despite sharing a name this Michael bears little relationship to myself though I can still be nervous when meeting someone for the first time as I once explained here
Part 1 is here
Michael had bought the most expensive biscuits he could find in the corner shop and spent a long time in the bathroom not only showering but grooming himself too. He wasn't sure why he had done this as it was just a coffee with a neighbour after all. But he did know why. She had said "or something more if you like" and he had been wondering about that ever since. He was still quite young and his body was in good shape thanks to the early morning runs and careful diet. He knew he was attractive to women but had only ever had sex with one woman - his wife and even though he often thought about doing something different in bed he never quite had the nerve to tell her.
He was almost ready to ascend the stairs when he heard someone coming down and leaving. Disappointment descended on him and he slumped in a chair. A few moments later he heard noise from upstairs and was transformed. He leapt from the chair, out of the door and bounded up the stairs and before he had a chance to doubt the wisdom of it was knocking on her door. She took a moment to answer and when she did he could see that she was wearing a dressing gown and frowning. Then she looked at him and smiled "Oh its you. I thought it was ..well never mind what I thought. You've come for that coffee haven't you?" she said and before he could do more that push the biscuits towards her she went on " I was just taking a shower and then I was going to cook some supper - why don't you join me in a couple of hours? It will just be a simple Italian meal." He tried to say something but no words emerged. " OK - see you at 6.30 and you can bring the wine." she added. He turned and headed back down heard her call after him "My name is Gabriela - what's yours?". "Michael" he stuttered as he heard her door closing.
At the appointed hour he was standing outside her door once more this time holding a bottle of wine from the store. He knew nothing about wine but hoped an Italian red would be appropriate. This time she was smiling and wearing what looked like a loosely fitting man's shirt with the top two buttons open to reveal her cleavage. It stopped at the top of her legs which were bare as were her feet. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the cheek and he felt his pulse race. He tried to remember if that had ever happened before and drew a blank.
Once inside he could smell something rich and spicy and she walked through to the little kitchen and started cooking the pasta. The meal was wonderful and they talked about food. She was from an Italian family and had been cooking from an early age. He explained that he knew little beyond the most basic recipes and that his wife did most of the cooking and insisted that their meals be calorie controlled and contain no meat. She began to apologise for serving him a Bolognese sauce but for the first time in her presence he laughed. "I love meat and when I have to go for meals with people for work that's what I choose - thought with water rather than wine. of course" He was aware that he had now drunken two glasses and he felt emboldened to pay her several compliments about her cooking and now about her long red hair.
He realised that he might be over stepping the mark and hastily excused himself saying "May I use the bathroom?" She nodded and he didn't ask for directions as it was a small flat. However the first door he tried was the bedroom. For a moment he was puzzled by what he saw and then it began to come into focus and as it did his face reddened and yet again his pulse rose. Hanging on the wall were some canes and what looked like leather whips and paddles while on the bed were some leather straps and chains. He turned and quickly went back to the living room fully intent on leaving but she was standing waiting having realised what he had done. "I'm sorry you had to see what was in there but please don't go. Let me explain."
She insisted that they sit in the easy chairs and refilled their glasses. His couldn't get the image of the bedroom out of his mind and he also kept recalling that when he had trouble ejaculating while having sex with his wife the most sure fire way to hurry things along was to imagine himself striking her bottom over and over again until it was red and hot to the touch. Gabriela explained that her day job paid poorly but that she had found a way to supplement her income. He stopped her as he might be naive but he did know that some women provided men with services for money. It was probably the drink that loosened his tongue but he heard himself saying "Do you hit them or do they hit you?"
"It can be either" she replied and the with that wonderful smile of her's she added "Which would you prefer?"
An old man called Mike remembers sex in London before the internet, rants about the hypocrisy of today's society and shares some links to the best companions around today......