This is my last blog of 2013 and I want to thank everyone who took the time to read them and support me. This erotic New Year's Eve story is one I adapted (read that as stole,( although is it stealing if it was mine to start with?) from my second book Vignettes - Tales of Passion.) I hope you enjoy and have a happy New Year and a great 2014.

New Year's Eve
It was New Year’s Eve. As I got ready for my blind date, I couldn’t help but be a little nervous. Since my divorce, I’ve only been out with a couple of guys and it didn’t last much past dinner and none of them made it to a good night kiss.
I didn’t really want to go, especially on a blind date, but my daughter insisted and so I agreed just to get her off my back. I thought we would have a small family party with my daughter and her boyfriend. We could watch the TV specials and order pizza and snacks. Basically spend a quiet night in. But they had other ideas. The way she described him, he sounded wonderful. Just like the other dates I had been on thanks to set ups from my friends and coworkers, where I sat wondering who they were describing to me. The guys looked nothing like the descriptions.
Makeup and hair done, I was dressed and ready to go as I slipped into my heels. I stopped in front of my mirror to take a look at myself. My white button up blouse and black knee length skirt looked good. Simple but elegant. My pearl necklace was the perfect accessory. Even if my dates were a bust, I wanted to still look good.
My phone rang and it was my daughter Riley letting me know that she and her boyfriend Carter were here to pick me up. I had only agreed to dinner and then they would drop me back at home. Dinner, maybe dessert if I could stand my blind date James that long, and then home to curl up on my couch and read my book, that’s all I expected from this evening.
“Hi guys.”
“Mom, you look great. James is going to love you.”
“Yeah, very elegant.”
“Thanks. So, Carter, tell me more about how you know this James guy.”
“He’s a lawyer at the firm I’m interning at. Riley says that he’s just a little older than you. And everyone at work really likes him.”
Older? How much older? I immediately have this vision of this short, bald guy with thick glasses who eats dinner at four o’Clock to take advantage of the senior citizen specials before falling asleep in his chair.
“When you say older…”
“Mom, don’t be so judgmental.”
“I know, but it’s just been so long and the few guys I have gone out with were…well, not my type.”
“Mrs. Stewart, he’s not an old fart. You’ll like him.”
“I just wish you’d tell me more about him or even what he looks like. You two have been so secretive. And stop calling me Mrs. Stewart.”
“Sorry Mom,” he says with a grin.
He pulls out of the drive and we head off down the road. We ride in silence except for the radio, and after a minute I realize that I’ve been so worried about James that I don’t even know where we’re going.
“Where did you say we’re meeting him for dinner?”
“I don’t think we did Mom. But we’re going to the Italian place you like downtown.”
Angelo’s. Well, at least we’ll have a delicious dinner I think to myself.
“Did you guys pick the place?”
“No, he actually suggested it. See you two have something in common already.”
He can’t be all that bad if his choice of restaurant is this good. I smile to myself, cautiously optimistic. The rest of short ride is quiet.
We pull up in front of the restaurant and park on the street. Getting out, I feel the butterflies in my stomach flutter a bit. Carter grabs Riley’s hand and walk to the door. I follow Riley in as Carter holds the door open for us.
Angelo’s is a quiet, low key restaurant with soft music and candlelight for romantic ambiance. There are a handful of people, mostly couples sitting at tables throughout. A man with short, dark hair wearing a jacket stands up. He’s tall with broad shoulders. It’s too dark to see him clearly.
“James,” Carter says as he waves and leads us over to the table.
As we get closer, I can see that he’s wearing a light grey, long sleeve dress shirt without a tie. The top button is undone. The black dress pants match his black shoes and sports coat. Somewhat casual but elegant. He’s tall and very fit. He steps into the light as we get closer and his chiseled features and piercing dark eyes. And did I mention he’s handsome? Very handsome.
With a deep and sultry voice, he says” Carter, nice to see you. Riley, looking beautiful as always.” He turns to me and extends his hand and says, “Hi, I’m James. I really hope you’re Vivian. I heard so much about you, but their description didn’t do you justice.”
I take his hand and blushing like a school girl with a crush, I turn look down as I say, “Yes, I’m Vivian.”
“Well Vivian, it’s most certainly a pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Likewise? What the hell did I just say? I must sound like an idiot.
That voice and those eyes are more than enough to make me giddy but then you throw in handsome and charming too. How can a woman resist. It’s not fair. Any woman who meets him must feel like their panties are sliding down automatically. The tables have turned. Usually I’m wondering if I want a second date with the guy, but tonight I’m hoping he wants a second date with me.
With his free hand, he pulls out my chair and guides me into it. I sit down and can’t help but smile at Carter and Riley who have taken seats on the other side of the table. James sits down next to me. I can feel my body tingle with excitement.
“I was hoping the three of you wouldn’t mind indulging my selfishness a little bit. There are so many great items on the menu, like the Chicken Saltimbocca, the Chicken Francese, and don’t make me choose between the toasted pound cake and the Tiramisu for dessert. I can’t pick just one. Would it be too much to ask that we order family style so we can sample a variety?”
Carter, Riley, and my eyes are growing bigger as he speaks. Riley says, “Those are our favorites as well.”
“We always argue about which dessert to get,” chips in Carter.
“Well, then. It sounds like it’s settled, family style it is. Looks like everyone will get what they want tonight.”
He glances over at me. I’m not even sure what he meant by that but I blush and look down. Riley giggles.
James touches my hand and I look at him and he says, “I was going to enjoy a glass of Italian Oaked Chardonnay, would you care to join me?”
“That sounds delightful, thank you. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to freshen up a bit.” I get up and James stands up and pulls out my chair for me.
I look at him and say, “Thank you.” Turning to Riley, I add, “Riley, why don’t you come with me.”
She gets up and we walk to the restroom together. As we walk away, I can hear Carter say how it’s one of the world’s mysteries why women have to go to the bathroom together.
Once in the restroom, Riley grabs me by the arm and turns me so were face to face. Her eyes are big and she has a smile a mile wide. I’m trying to hold be an equally big smile.
“Oh my God Mom, he’s hot.”
Trying to play coy, “Yes, he’s much more attractive than the others I went out with.”
“You can’t let him get away.”
“I’m not going to rush into anything too fast. Makes you wonder why he’s still single. Maybe he’s just a playboy.”
“He might be wondering why you’re still single.”
“I just haven’t met the right guy.”
“Maybe he hasn’t met the right woman, at least until tonight. And you like him. I can see it on your face. And you keep licking your lips and touching your hair.”
“I am?” I said surprised.
I had to admit I did like him, a lot. Well, so far. And so far, there was a lot to like. We finish touching up our makeup and secret girl chat and headed back out to the dining room.
As we got back to our table, the guys looked like they had a good conversation while we were away. They stand up and pull our chairs out for us as well all sit back down at the table. My glass of wine is waiting for me.
“You two were gone a while. I thought you ladies might have snuck out the back door and left us.”
Riley elbows Carter in the shoulder and gives him a dirty look.
“They are worth the wait and the anticipation made their return that much more appreciated,” James says as he puts his hand on mine. A gesture not unnoticed by Riley and Carter. I feel my face go flush and his warm touch on my skin excites me.
Just then the wait staff brings our meal. Dinner goes smoothly as the conversation continues and James and I continue to occasionally “nonchalantly” touch each other and the hand or arm. I even got so comfortable with him that I touched him on the leg a few times. He must have been comfortable with me because he didn’t even flinch nor do a double take.
Dessert comes, and true to his word, James has some of both. Actually we all do. They’re delicious. Dinner is over and I’m thinking this might be a great point to end the date and head home on a high note.
“Riley and I are going to stop at the store to pick up a few more things for tonight Vivian. You and James can go on ahead of us?”
“Oh no, maybe I’ll just take a cab home.”
“Non-sense, I’ll drive you,” James offers immediately.
“Oh, I couldn’t impose on you like that.”
“Not a problem at all we’re going to the same place right? I’d be happy to.”
“Well, there you go Mom. All settled. Thanks James.”
I smile and say, “Okay then.”
Inside I get a little nervous. James has been the perfect gentleman and the date has gone so well, I’d hate to ruin it. And now’s there’s the awkward “entertaining him while the kids are gone. Do I sit next to him on the couch, or apart? And now there’s that whole Midnight kiss thing. Do I kiss him, hug him, shake his hand? I realize I’m rambling in my head and need to just relax. Maybe he doesn’t even like me romantically?
He escorts me outside and his car is in front of the restaurant. Opening the door to his car for me, I get in. He walks around and gets in. As we pull away from the curb, I’m a bit nervous. I trust him, but it’s weird having romantic feelings towards another man after meeting him so soon and what seems so long since my divorce. I haven’t kissed, been romantically touched by a man, or touched a man in over a year.
He has some soft classical music on which helps eliminate a lot of possible awkward silence. Fortunately, I don’t live far away so giving him directions takes up a lot of our conversation. We make some small talk about the great dinner. James looks so comfortable driving with me next to him. I tell myself that I just need to relax and let whatever is going to happen, happen.
He pulls into my drive way and gets out. That’s a first for me. The good news is there won’t be any of the awkward moments in the car like I was worried about. Opening the door for me, he offers me his hand. I take it and slide out of the car. He continues to hold my hand as he closes the car door.
We walk to my front door and James holds open the screen door while I fumble for me keys. I even have trouble putting the key in the lock. I’m not usually this nervous around people. James is having an effect on my and I feel a bit like a school girl.
After I manage to open the door, we enter and I offer him a seat. He sits down on the sofa and leans back. “Let me get the snacks out, it’s our tradition,” and I walk into the kitchen. Looking at the clock, it’s after eleven and the kids should be back soon, the ball will drop soon and our date will be over. I just wasn’t prepared to like someone this much and I’m just nervous and a little thrown.
“Would you like a drink?” I ask, yelling from the kitchen.
“Sure, what do you have?”
Good question, I’m not sure and now I almost wish I hadn’t asked. “I don’t know. Why don’t you come see what we have and help yourself?” Then the thought hits me that I just invited him into the kitchen with me and before I can say anything, he’s standing there.
I point him to the cabinets where he should be able to find drinks and mixers and I busy myself with the snacks. At one point I turn around as he’s turning around and we end up face to face. My knees get weak and my pulse starts to race. He has a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes. If the kids don’t get her soon, I don’t know what’s going to happen because right now I don’t trust myself. I think if I had looked him in the eyes, I would have melted.
“I wonder where the kids are,” I say and I turn away and reach for my phone to call them. No answer. I look at the clock and see that it’s 11:45. Suddenly I realize what the kids have done.
Walking back onto the kitchen, James looks at me and asks’ “Did you get a hold of Riley and Carter?”
“No I didn’t.”
“Well then, if it’s just you and I for now, why don’t we have a glass of wine?”
“Yes, that sounds like a great idea.” I could use something to calm me down. Alone with this sexy and suave man, I don’t want this date to end awkwardly.
He pours us each a glass of wine and hands one to me. I take it and take a long sip.
“Can you see the fire work show from your deck?”
“Yeah, but we usually watch them from inside.”
“Well, why don’t we go out and watch them?”
“Alright,” I say as we take our glasses with us as I lead him to the back of the house. A little fresh cool air might help me settle down.
We step out through the door to the deck and walk out to the railing. I put my hands on the railing. He steps behind me and wraps his big arms around me. It feels wonderful and I lean back into him.
Not long after that, I feel him lean forward and then his lips on my neck. It sends shivers down my spine and I let out a breathy moan. He keeps kissing my neck and it’s really turning me on. Somehow this man already knows where my spots are. I love this but I think this might be too soon.
I turn to tell him how I like him and want to see him again but that I’m need to take it slow because of my past relationship. I turn to tell him that I’d like to wait a bit before we get too physical and intimate. I turn to tell him that I can’t tonight. I turn around towards him and his lips are on mine before I can get a word out. One of his hands is on the back of my neck and he slides the other around my waist and pulls me in tight. For a moment I try and break the kiss, but his soft lips and firm pressure cast a spell on me. I decide to stop fighting myself and wrap my arms around him and return his kiss. Hearing fireworks go off, I’m not sure if there’s for New Year’s or in my head.
His lips separate and I feel the tip of his tongue touch my lips. I open my mouth and accept his tongue’s advances. Using my tongue to caress his, he explores my mouth. Energy runs through my body and seems to culminate between my legs. I feel myself getting very wet. My panties are soaked.
I feel his hand move from my waist to middle of my back. From the middle of my back to my lower back. From my lower back to my ass. I arch my back and press into him. It’s then that I realize he’s undone the zipper on my skirt. Before I can stop him, he’s move his hand down inside my skirt and around my leg to my stomach. I try and push on his arm but James holds me tight. Letting out a whimper of that’s stifled by our kiss. James pays no attention to my protest. Torn between allowing myself pleasure and protecting my heart, I hesitate.
His hips move slightly and my skirt drops. I spread my legs to try and hold it up. James takes advantage of my situation and his hand slides down inside my panties and finds my wetness, his fingers rubbing my clit and lips.
“Mmmmmm, ahhhh, ooohhh,” I moan loudly as I throw my head back before burying it in his chest.
I hear him give a soft moan of pleasure as he kisses my cheek and neck. It feels so incredibly good. Not having been touched in this way for so long, I orgasm quickly with another chorus of “mmmm’s, aaahhhs’s, and oooh’s” as my body trembles.
He walks us back a few steps and I end up leaning against the railing. Spinning me so that I face away from him, I grab onto the railing. He continues kissing my neck. He moves behind me and his hand slides up my leg and into my panties. I can feel his hard cock pressing into me. The palm of his hand begins rubbing my pussy once again. I lean forward a bit and I feel his thumb spread my ass cheeks. The feeling of his fingers working themselves between my wet pussy lips makes me instinctively tilt my ass up.
I want to stop him. Oh, I want him to continue, but I’m thinking that we should take this party inside. All I can manage are the breathy moans of “Oh James,”…… “I”…..”Ohhh”…… “Yes.” None of that leads us to the bedroom. James seems intent on having his way with me outside. And right now, I’m more than happy to let him.
He slides two fingers inside my pussy and I gasp. Pushing them in deeper and deeper, I get wet all over again and as it feels amazing. He works them in and out, going deeper each time. His thumb rubs against my ass, teasing me. I grab onto the rail for support as my legs are getting shaky.
He expertly unbuttons a few of the top buttons on my blouse. Reaching threw my open blouse, he pulls my bra up over my breasts. He cups my right one and immediately begins to pinch and roll my nipple between his thumb and fingers. That makes my body tingle and I feel another orgasm building.
“I want to be deep inside you.”
I smile but can only manage to nod my yes and let a, “Mmmm hmm.”
His hand moves from my breasts to my arm and he holds me in place as he fingers withdraw from me. Feeling him grab the bottom strip of fabric on my panties, and with a quick yank, he rips them. I let out a small grunt before he spins me around. He hand runs up to my hair and he pulls me to his lips again.
With his other hand, he undoes his belt and pants. They fall to his ankles and I reach down and pull his boxers down. He grabs my leg and lifts it up. Dipping down a little, he rises up and slowly enters me. I bit me lip and whimper, gasp, and moan. I haven’t had a man in me in a long time, and he’s bigger than my ex.
My wet pussy stretches nicely to accommodate him and he quickly begins thrusting himself up and into me. I close my eyes and hang on and enjoy the ride. Leaning back, James takes one of my nipples in his mouth and gently bites it. Moaning, I orgasm. He thrusts faster and harder and soon after, he cums, shooting his load deep into me. It brings a big smile to me face as I had forgotten how great that feels.
He hands are holding my ass and supporting me as I lean into him, worn out. I lay my head on his shoulder and enjoy still feeling him in me. Finally, he goes soft and I stand up on my own two feet. He bends down and pulls his pants up. A moment later, he looks as good as he did when he started the date.
James bends down and picks up my skirt and shoe that came off at some point while he was fucking me. He grabs my hand and leads me to the back door. I’m standing there in one shoe, naked below my waist with my ripped panties, my bra pushed up over my breasts and shirt unbuttoned and barely covering me, as well as my hair a mess and cum dripping down my leg. I’m a woman who has been well fucked.
“Tomorrow night, I’m going to bring dinner over and then have my way with you,” he says as he walks up to me and kisses me on my forehead.
Smiling, I watch him as he turns and walks out to his car from the back yard. I missed watching the ball drop on TV but James dropped his and there were certainly fireworks.
Then a thought hits me. I begin to wonder what he has planned for me tomorrow as I thought he just had his way with me. Walking into my house, I realize the fireworks from the New Year’s Eve have stopped but I have plenty of fireworks going off in my head as we just fucked in the new year. I also realize that if he plans to fuck me better tomorrow than he did tonight, I need some sleep.