Mixed Nuts – An Erotic Story

I arrive at the pub five minutes early and take a quick scan of the room. One of my friends suggested  that I try out a new dating app and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I can see my date sitting at  the bar and he’s every bit as attractive as his profile photo. He’s clean cut with perfectly styled hair  and a tailored pinstripe suit. I observe him for a moment as he checks his watch and orders a drink. I  start to panic as he chats up one of the bar staff – but I remind myself that everybody flirts and it’s probably nothing to worry about. His drink arrives and he pulls a pen out of his pocket. He takes the  woman’s arm and writes something on her hand, presumably his phone number. The woman smiles  and gives him a quick peck on the cheek. As I move closer I hear him say: 

“I’m waiting for someone but maybe you and I can meet up later? Besides, I’m not looking for  anything serious.” 

Alarm bells begin to sound in my head. He starts to turn around and my instincts kick in, but I don’t  have enough time to make it out of here before he sees me. I sit across from a man in one of the  booths. He gives me a strange look and raises an eyebrow. 

“Pretend you know me – please,” I whisper. 

As my date approaches I try to cover my face with one hand. 

“Hey you’re Camellia aren’t you?” 

“I beg your pardon?” 

“You are – I recognise you from your profile picture,” he insists. 

“I’m sorry but you must have me confused with someone else,” I lie. 

“Nope. I never forget a face.” 

“Hey jackass! Her name is Shirley and she’s with me. How about you go and find someone else to  annoy!” says the man sitting in front of me. 

“Whatever dude. I don’t do fat chicks anyway,” he snarls. 

“Charming guy!” the man scoffs. 

“Thank you. I think I just had a lucky escape,” I smile. 

“You are not fat by the way.” 

“I am curvy. But I appreciate your kindness. What’s your name anyway?” 

“Why do you want to know?” the man chuckles. 

“You just covered my arse so I figure I should know what to call you.” 

“Lucas.” 

“Are you waiting for someone?” 

“No. I just finished work and felt like having a couple of beers.”

“What do you do?” 

“I’m a builder. And yourself?” 

“An unemployed writer.” 

He smiles at me and it makes me very nervous. 

“I guess I should probably go home considering that my date was a total bust. It was nice meeting you Lucas.” 

“There’s no need to leave Camellia. I could always be your date – then it wouldn’t be a complete  waste of time.” 

“You know what? That is a lovely offer,” I blush. 

“Can I buy you a drink?” 

“Sure.” 

I give him the once over as he walks towards the bar. He’s quite scruffy, wearing ripped jeans and  flannel shirt but he’s definitely handsome. Lucas returns with a shandy and a bowl of mixed nuts and  we start chatting about nothing in particular. We don’t have much in common but for some reason we  seem to click. I reach for a handful of nuts at the same time as Lucas. Our fingers touch amongst the  peanuts, cashews and pistachios. The feeling of his skin against mine is electrifying and it’s  something I’ve never experienced before. I pull my hand away and I honestly don’t know what to say. I avoid eye contact and look down at the bubbles forming on the surface of my glass. 

“Did you feel it too?” he asks. 

“Yes I did,” I reply. 

He places his hand over mine and it happens again. 

“What should we do?” I whisper. 

“Whatever you want,” he says. 

His words leave me speechless but open to the many possibilities. 

“Your place or mine?” he winks. 

“Yours.” 

He calls a cab and it arrives within minutes. Lucas opens the back door for me and I slide in carefully,  trying not to rip my dress. We exchange pleasantries with the driver and spend the ride in complete  silence. All I can think about is his touch and the strong reaction it provoked deep inside of me. The cab arrives at Lucas’ apartment and he quickly pays the fare. He takes my hand, leads me inside and I  don’t even bother to admire the décor.  

“I want you to take me,” I gasp in desperation. 

He uses the weight of his body to press me against the wall. He manages to find the perfect balance  between forceful and tender. He pins my hands above my head and kisses me with intention.

“Is this too much?” he asks, as he releases my hands. 

“Not at all,” I smile. 

Our hands explore each other’s bodies and I tear off his clothes one piece at a time. He helps me out  of my tight-fitting dress and smirks wickedly as he admires my lacy undergarments. Lucas guides me  to the bedroom and stands behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. We linger in front  of his full length mirror and I watch as he kisses my neck. I unclasp my sapphire coloured bra and let  it drop to the floor. Lucas pauses for a moment as he looks at our reflection. It is as if he is transfixed  by the sight of my bare breasts. 

“I want you to really look at yourself and see how fucking beautiful you are,” he says. “That’s really sweet,” I sigh. 

“It’s true. You are a vision.” 

“Oh, you are really laying on the charm,” I giggle. “But it’s working because I am so wet for you.” He brushes one hand over the front of my panties. 

“You’re absolutely soaked,” he says, as his voice trembles ever so slightly. 

“Mmm, keep touching me,” I beg. 

He rubs my clit through the silky fabric, gently moving up and down with his masculine fingers. I  push my arse into him as it becomes increasingly difficult to stand upright. He grabs my hip with his  other hand to support me and changes the rhythm of his fingers. He strokes me harder and faster and I  can feel all of my control slipping away. 

“Oh god, I think I’m going to come,” I moan. 

“Already?” he laughs. 

“Mmm-hmm.” 

He continues to hold me tight as I give in to my pleasure. 

“Oh fuck. Mmm.” 

I glance into the mirror and Lucas is smiling back at me. 

“You look awfully proud of yourself,” I remark breathlessly. 

“Well, you were pretty blissed out. I think I’ve earned the right to be smug.” 

“Maybe just a little,” I laugh. 

“That looked intense. Do you want to take a break?” 

“No,” I sneer. “You’re not getting out of it that easy.” 

“Are you certain?” 

“Yes. I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone.”

I take off my moist underwear and recline seductively on his soft, comfortable bed. He just stands there staring at my naked body with an adoring and somewhat primal look in his eyes. “Aren’t you going to join me?” 

“Of course I am,” he says. “I just can’t get over how sensual you are. And to think I might not have  met you if it hadn’t been for that loser you were supposed to be seeing.” 

“I never thought I would say this but – thank goodness for inconsiderate jerks,” I laugh.

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