Romantic First Date: It Was Perfect!

I would never have imagined that a yoga class would lead to a romantic first date.

It started a month ago.  10 a.m. on Saturday mornings to be exact.  There is a new yoga studio that recently opened up near my place.  And I’ve been actually making sure that I get my work/fuck life into balance. So I’ve niched out a little more time to myself in the week where I can focus on being present and centered.  And also, if I’m totally honest, with how much sex I’m having, my body can get really tight sometimes.  Yoga keeps me loose, so I can do all kinds of tricks in the bedroom! But did I ever think I’d have a romantic first date because of it? No way!

Bradley was tall and muscular with sort of messy brown hair and a smile that made him look like a movie star.  The very first day he came to class, he put his mat two rows behind me.  He’s been creeping his way forward ever since, until he was right beside me.  He’s always punctual and really tries his best to master every pose.  Naturally, I like him.

But it took until two classes ago for us to finally talk.  After class, we both reached for the lavender yoga mat spray simultaneously.  With a grin, he gave in and said, “You win. I yield to your superior Warrior pose.”  I couldn’t help but arch an eyebrow at his comment.  But I was smiling too.  And then we went on to talk outside the studio for nearly an hour.

And now here I was on my romantic first date with him.

He selected a tiny Italian place downtown.  The type of place you’d take a romantic first date to.  It was intimate, had actual candles in old wine bottles, and soft music played in the background.  Bradley was ravishingly handsome in a black blazer and tight jeans. Unusual for me, I’d worn a strapless, long, flowy maxi dress.  But it felt very feminine.  And I’d even curled my hair.  It already felt like the perfect romantic first date. And it had only just begun.

Over dinner and a bottle of cabernet, our conversation flowed smoothly.  Bradley was easy to talk to, occasionally witty, occasionally deeply profound.  He talked about his childhood and problematic stepsister.  I discussed how I took a leap and started a new job last year, and explained how terrifying it had been.  And he listened.  Like, actually listened.  He did not simply nod and move on to the next topic.  He took in every statement. And actually asked questions.  I felt understood by him.

When the server brought the check, he took it and paid.  But not like he had to.  Like he was treating me and felt that I was deserving of that.  When he closed the bill presenter, he smiled at me with that smile.  It melted my heart.  And made my pussy quiver.

I didn’t believe our date could be any better.

The moment we got outside, I felt how cold it was.  Since October had finally come, the air was crisp and cool.  I pulled my arms around me and rubbed them up and down to warm myself.  Without saying anything, Bradley shrugged off his jacket and put it over my shoulders.  It smelled like sandalwood.  And felt like home.

We went slowly back to my place after the romantic first date, talking while we walked, our hands brushing against each other occasionally, as if they were testing the idea of the other.  I was aware of everything.  The way the sidewalk shone from an earlier light drizzle, the way the world felt hushed and quieter than usual, and the way my heart was pounding just a little more than I wanted to admit.

And when we got to my building, I paused on the front steps. Bradley was next to me, but not too close. Just close enough for me to sense the heat of his body, though.

“I really had a good time,” he whispered.

“Me too.” I didn’t look at him as I swept a curl behind my ear, suddenly shy. “Thanks again for dinner.”

He smiled.  And I almost melted into a puddle of mush on the ground.  God, that smile!  Then slowly, Bradley gazed at me with a silent question.  But I didn’t say a word.  Instead, I just leaned in.

I was ready for an amazing kiss to seal our wonderful romantic first date.

Our first kiss was slow and sweet.  It was the kind of kiss that made time stand still and left my knees shaky.  We pulled apart after a few minutes.  But I left my eyes closed for a fraction of a second longer, taking it all in.

“Goodnight, Kayla,” he whispered.

“Goodnight, Bradley.”

I pushed open the front door and let it quietly close behind me.  My heart was going crazy as I leaned back into the doorway.  If first dates are all about possibilities, then tonight was just the start of something real.

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