It’s a balmy Sunday in Summer as I arrive at Busty Czech’s home for our second date. I buzz her doorbell and she invites me inside. We kiss hello politely in her entrance hall and she beckons me to come in further. I’m not surprised to find her home orderly, clean and light. She’s smiling happily at me, a welcome change from the negativity of earlier in the week. Ever the optimist I’ve brought a complete picnic along; hopefully this one turns out better than the others.
Busty Czech and I walk a couple of blocks down to a public park that is crowded with families taking advantage of the perfect weather for a picnic. I spread the blanket out, she starts unpacking what I’ve brought and within seconds insects come to investigate my choices.
I’m not expecting miracles from this date. I don’t want to take her to bed any time soon, despite her breasts wobbling alluringly as we walked. I just want to get to know her. I just want to see what’s inside her head and heart, to see if it’s a safe place for my heart. She comes with some baggage, but at our age who doesn’t? I say “our age” because we were born in the same year but she’s a few months older than me. That doesn’t bother me, but only because I’ve lately got to know women much older than me. The Irish Cougar and Busty Blonde were good experiences in that regard. I like to think it means that I can hold my own with any woman of any age, but I do wonder if for them it was more about being fucked by a much younger man.
Busty Czech seems genuinely impressed and grateful for the effort I have gone to for this picnic. Something I notice is that she likes her food on the spicy side. I look forward to proving my theory about food and women, finding out whether she is a hot lover, but that’s just going to have to wait.
Conversation rolls around easily and I find her interesting to talk to. We share a wanderlust and inquisitiveness about the world. We’ve both lived in three countries. We like to see things from different angles and don’t blindly believe what the mass media wants us to believe. She is politically aware, liberal in civil rights but fiscally conservative, the same as me. It doesn’t take long for me to discern that we share a remarkably similar view of the world. She’s an intellectual match and that pleases me. We’re both strangers in a strange land, now a mixture of cultures and see things differently to those around us, which I think is a good thing.
Not unexpectedly the conversation turns serious. The liquid South African sunshine I brought along has mellowed her and she’s feeling comfortable enough with me to tell me some of her secrets. She had a conventional family life as a child that became unpleasant in her early adult years. This forced her to leave her homeland and eventually find sanctuary in England. She married an Englishman and it seems it was for love. He wasn’t the control-freak, but her most recent boyfriend of a year ago was. I don’t encourage her to tell me details, she just lets it all out. I’m flattered by her trust and honesty and I realize that we’re bonding. I reciprocate by telling her my life story. She listens respectfully and passes no judgement.
A pleasant silence falls between us. I change the topic to everyone’s favourite subject: travel. I innocently ask if she has any plans.
“I’m supposed to be going on holiday to the south of France with my mother next month, but this week she cancelled on me. I’ve booked everything and was really looking forward to this trip because after the year I’ve had I really need it,” she says plaintively.
I barely think about it and blurt out what my heart is saying.
“I’ll go with you!”
It was an instinctual reaction that I had no control over. At the back of my head was memories of going away with Baltic Babe and what a great experience that was. Yes, there were massive ups and downs on that trip, but it brought us to a place that we needed to go as a prospective couple. I now know that the best and quickest way to get to know someone is to go away together. Travel can be stressful and you get to see how that person deals with it and how well you work as a couple, how harmoniously and respectfully you deal with problems together.
My money situation is becoming tight, I can’t afford a vacation, but I have faith in my future. Here is a golden opportunity to have what I have been looking for. A trip will either make or break us, so the sooner I find out then the better. I don’t have time to waste.
Busty Czech is pleased by my response and excuses herself as she needs to visit the restroom in a nearby pub. As she walks off I wonder what I’ve just committed to doing, but I have to follow through. I need a break too. Sun, sea and sex beckons. A most unexpected date so far. Hold on, I’m being presumptuous. What if she has a problem with sex because of her health? It doesn’t matter, that’s not my highest priority, love is, but what if there’s a mismatch between us? Only one way to find out.
As Busty Czech returns she stops to talk to a little girl who is trying to make friends with ducks in a pond. She is one of the most sweet-natured women I have ever met. I like that; I like it a lot. I feel a warm glow spread across my body and it’s not because of the intense sun overhead.
“Have you ever wanted children?” I ask, broaching a topic that I know that she answered ‘no’ to on her dating profile. I wanted to check her answer.
“No, not really. I just don’t have that maternal urge,” she replies. “Besides, I think I’m a little too old for that to happen now even if I wanted to,” she finishes.
Almost every woman I’ve met has said something along those lines. The only variation has been “I would be open to it if the right person came along”. Of course there was Baltic Babe for whom it was her strongest and constant thought of every day. She was what I think of as a ‘Baby-brainer’, a woman whose reason for existence seemed to be to find a man to have children with. I understand the biological imperative, but parenthood is not a life that I think I’m cut out for. It’s probably my only vestige of being selfish; I know what’s right for me.
The sun tires Busty Czech and we go back to her place. I’m expecting to load the picnic gear in my car, say goodbye and begin the long drive home. Instead she invites me in for coffee. It’s a scorching hot day and coffee is the last thing I want, but I know that she’s just using it as an excuse to spend more time with me. I’m keen to get to know her well so with a smile I dump the picnic leftovers in my car and follow her indoors. Must not seduce her, must not seduce her…
It isn’t long before we’re on her sofa making out like horny teenagers. For someone who suffers severe lethargy on a daily basis she certainly is an enthusiastic kisser. That little tongue of hers is like a runaway vibrator. She tastes of all the spicy food she had eaten earlier. This confirms it, spicy food equals passionate lover. Well, kisser at least.
One thing leads to another and before I know it we’re dry-humping on her sofa. She fits me nicely and she certainly makes some noise. Before things get totally out of hand I bring matters to an unlubricated stop. Busty Czech wipes away some saliva and gives me a satisfied smile.
“You’re passionate; I like that,” she says and after a second we both laugh.
I decide to unwind the spiral of sexual tension between us and not long afterwards I start making my excuses about having to leave. This date has gone far better than I anticipated and it’s best to end it on a high note. After a decent kiss goodbye I step through her doorway and turn to give her a smile.
“Have a safe drive home. I’m going to think about us going away on holiday together now,” she says with a serious frown.
It’s the frown that threw me and I pondered its significance on the way home. Has she had a change of heart?
Howard Jones – Like To Get To Know You Well