“Very Nice”
You have been talking to him for quite some time. His past excited you, the idea of knowing that the government had trained him to kill a man, you knew in his arms no one would ever harm you. After weeks of talking you had your chance, he was coming to town on business.
This was your chance to meet face to face, the idea excited you and as the day grew closer so did your anticipation. What if you were not good enough, were not pretty enough, or just not, what he wanted. He told you not to worry that you would know how he felt the moment you look at him. You wondered how it would be possible to know how he would feel in that second. How could he know how to feel in that second? The time had come.
You wore your sexiest little black dress and your favorite little shoes with the straps, and for the first moment, it crossed your mind, what if, what if he is not good enough? It was too late; he pulled up in his rental and stepped out. He was an attractive man, just less than six feet tall. He had wide shoulder, a broad chest; his skin tanned from the sun. His soft lips formed a crocked smile; he had the softest blue eyes peering out at you.
No, they were not looking at you they were looking into you, at your very soul and you knew. You knew that this man would love you in ways that you didn’t even know existed. As he walked towards you with an air of confidence, you remembered something he told you. Would he do it, would it be everything you had hoped for, oh god what if he doesn’t like you?
In one motion, he closed the distance between the two of you, gently wrapping his strong arms around your waist pulling you close to him. He whispers “Hello” as he gently presses his lips to yours, first softly then as your lips part it becomes firmer and as he penetrates your mouth with his tongue, he embraces you, suspending you in flight for what feels like a lifetime. As he releases you back to earth, he simply says with a little smile “Yes, Very nice.”
