Something You Can Feel

When Ross arrived for their date, and she opened the door, he said, smiling.

"Come, my love, let us drink our fill, and let us enjoy this passion together.'

"Good evening, Ross; you're in a good mood."

"Ever since I met you. Well, are you ready to go my lady?" Ross asks.

"Sure, lead the way. Oh, let me get my Jacket." 

“Wait, I'll get it for you."  Without hesitation, Ross reaches over to the coat rack and retrieves her coat, attempting to help her put it on.

Tippa says, “Thanks, but I can do it.”

Ross immediately states holding on to her jacket. “Please give me this honor.” Peering sincerely into her large pretty eyes.

“Thank you.”

“You're welcome.” He said softly, standing behind her, looking at her cheeks softly blush.

Ross watches her as she goes down the hallway. He chuckles, flicks off the light, and hurries to catch up to her. She tries her hardest to contain the sensations burning within, that surface from somewhere deep for Ross.

A man as gorgeous as Ross, there was no way a woman would ever be able to continue to ignore him for any period, without being affected. Not only did he look good and sound good, but he also smelled good, as well — all a lethal combination for breaking a female's restraints.

When they stepped outside, Ross said, "There's a nice little pub we can go to and have our nightcap."

She nodded in agreement. It was a cold December night, but as they began talking and walking down the street together, the cold didn't seem to phase either one of them. 

"Do you drink nightcaps often?" She asked.

"Mmm...let's see, I wouldn't say often, until here recently.  New York has brought about so many changes in my life, a nightcap helps to ease the tension when it gets to be too much, and I need to relax."

"I see...I can relate to the changes you speak of myself. So why call it a nightcap? I never understood the phrase. Isn't it simply having a drink?"

"No, no it's entirely different. I don't like to drink heavily, so a sexy nightcap tops you off just right for bed.'

"Oh, now it's called, a sexy nightcap." She softly laughs in disbelief at his synopsis.

"You say it like it's dirty," Ross replies chuckling, looking at the facial expression she held. Tippa didn't respond to that statement. They walk about another block or two before Ross stops, now standing in front of this place.

"Well, we have arrived."

She stops, too, and looks at the small quaint building. "So this is it?" Tippa asks, looking up at him and smiling.

"Yes, this is the place," Ross says, as he opens the door.  "Ladies first."

Being attentive to a lady came second nature to this man. Once again, he's a perfect gentleman, helping her with the removal of her coat. Then, before she sits, he takes and pulls out the wingback chair from the small table for her to be comfortably seated. Ross did it all, with a smile on his face; Tippa had to admit, she'd never experienced being treated so ladylike by her previous boyfriend. Now she knows for sure that he, indeed, was a jerk. Once they're seated, she inquires looking at him pleasantly.

Tippa continues their conversation by asking Ross. "So tell me, exactly what's a sexy nightcap? And what do you recommend I have to drink?" She asks him all in one breath.

"Okay, first, let's take this slow. You can't rush a good thing. A sexy nightcap, my lady, is a concept, that you have to let yourself completely become absorbed in and completely embrace. Especially for you, since this is your first time."

"So you're suggesting I let my guard down, is that it?..." She asks, peering at him, with a hint of playful suspicion.

"That'll work too." He said, chuckling, "Sounds good to me." 

Tippa lifts a brow and says sexily. "Alright...I'm willing."

That seductive little phrase turns Ross's ignition. Tippa leans back and moans sexily, with him enjoying the scene. She relaxed, leaning back into her chair, as she slowly crossed her legs in front of him. Ross leans slightly forward reaching down, letting his feathery touch graze her leg. He takes the liberty of making his fingers circle her shapely calf.

Her pretty eyes expand from his actions. He gently begins to massage her calf muscle. Ross watches her eyes settle into sweet calmness. He then lets his fingers slither up and down the smoothness of her legs. In his second unexpected move, he began removing the red stilettos, one by one. Tippa's eyes slightly went sexily dark, as the rigidity in her spine, eased a bit. From these surprising actions, Ross is taking.

He watches her unfold slowly right before his penetrating gaze. A real man knows when a delicate flower, needs attention and watering. Tippa lets out a delightful sigh as Ross gently squeezes, stroking her legs, from her kneecap to her small delicate ankles. When his hands go down further to her bare feet, he notices her soft, well-manicured toes painted a pale yellow.

Ross flicks his dreamy eyes up to Tippa's, studying her with characteristic intensity and analyzing every minor detail about this young lady.

"Have these comely feet ever been massaged, my darling?" he asks, holding one of her ankles hostage in his large hand while the other hand stirs up passion in her other leg.

"I can't say they have," she replies, feeling soft trembles on the inside of her body.

"Hmm...So, this is how this is going to work. I'm going to order you, a lady in red, and myself a golden knight."

"With drinks, with names like that. I hope I'm not going to regret this night." She smiles at him teasingly.

"I don't believe in nights of regret," Ross states, in a voice that goes lower and husky.

"Woo...I don't have a comeback for that." She says with one eyebrow arched up at him. Curiously wanting to know precisely, what that means. 

The waiter comes to their seating area, observing the scene smiling. Ross places her legs across his muscular thigh, not setting her free. He proceeds to give the waiter their order. Tippa's eyes glisten as she looks at his excellent bone structure while enjoying the pleasantries of Ross's smooth, accented voice. It alone did unexplainable things to her. Tippa listens to him, as he places their order. The waiter leaves the table, and now Tippa is about to experience something she never imagined.