It’s Friday night. She’s got her first date in her flat. The lights are dim, but neither of them can see anything through the blindfolds anyways. Their naked bodies look for each other, almost trying to melt into one, raising each other’s temperature, sliding off each other’s light sweat.
When she met him, it seemed like it was going to be a standard first date. A not too casual dinner followed by a few drinks at a bar. A couple of bands played some funk/rock and reggae. Small venue, didn’t take long to get crowded. You both jumped and danced around which loosened you both and made you more comfortable with physical contact.
The next bar was quieter, the cocktails were solid, the conversation was flowing. Neither lf them were really paying that much attention to the actual words though. She couldn’t take her eyes away from that gap between his teeth and lips he got when he smiled. He couldn’t stop noticing her little quirks when she talked, she would open and close her right hand, open to start a sentence, close to end it. Her nails had clearly been done recently, but the light in the bar made them look just black with some hints of blue.