The Renaissance Man... part two of my 8th confession

He took the initiative and pulled me close for a kiss…

I love to kiss, and The Renaissance Man’s kisses were wonderful. Our lips were locked as we sat in my car for several minutes. I enjoyed the feel of his hands touching my hair, my neck and my chest while our lips connected and our tongues mingled. My fingers caressed his cheek and the nape of his neck as things heated up between us. I gently turned my head to catch my breath momentarily, affording The Renaissance Man a chance to kiss a trail down my neck. His hand slid down to my thigh, and then his fingers traveled briefly to the apex between my legs, causing a flutter of excitement within my stomach. I, too let my hand explore his lap, and found a hard bulge within his jeans.

Obviously the attraction was mutual and the chemistry was there, so I whispered into his ear, “Is your office private, and available?” He paused for a second, making me wonder if I had been too forward. He stammered for a second and then said that yes, his office was available.

We discussed the logistics about travel and destination quickly, and then I followed him eight miles from the restaurant to his office.

Along the way I called DH to update him. We had only exchanged two text messages during the date, so up until now he only knew that The Renaissance Man had in fact shown up and that things seemed to be going well. I told DH that we had left the bar and that I was following The Renaissance Man’s car to his office. He asked for a few more details, and then he made a special request.

“Call and let me listen if you can.”
“I’ll try. Love you.”
“Love you, too.”

I parked next to The Renaissance Man at his place of business in the dark of the night…