NOT Your Grandma's Book of Progressive Erotica: Vol 4

Bank Line

Standing in line at the bank, I was minding my own business as I noticed the girl further ahead. She looked as though she had just come from the gym, or was heading there based on her attire: running shoes, hot pink yoga pants and a backpack which covered most of her blue t-shirt. She was rather curvy, but she still looked fit for her size and I found myself wanting to get to know her.

When it came for her turn at the teller, she seemed to be asking about a problem with her card, so I knew it would take her a while to get things sorted out. As I moved along in line, I kept an ear open for hints that she might be leaving soon.

Moving up another couple of feet, I was almost at the front of the line when I noticed her closing up her wallet to leave. As she turned to walk out, I said, "Excuse me, do I know you?"

She stopped dead in her tracks, adjusted her glasses and then furled her brow as if she was trying to recall when.

"No," she began. "I don't think so."

"Oh," I said, I note of disappointment in my voice. "Would you like to?"

She smiled and began to turn red, clearly flattered by the offer.

"I'm on my way to the gym, but I'll be free later tonight if you are?"

"Actually, I think I am."

We exchanged numbers quickly and I rushed up to my spot again as people had been patiently waiting for us to finish our conversation.

"Sorry about that," I apologized to the man behind me.

"Oh, it's no problem at all," he assured me. "You have quite the gift with women, I'm impressed."

A grin spread across my face and I couldn't help but think how I managed to pull it off. That was after all, pretty smooth.

Before I began to prepare dinner, I sent her a text and she replied several minutes later informing me that she was about to eat. We agreed that we could go to a local bar for some drinks and that we'd meet at half passed eight.

As I brushed my teeth and straightened up my hair, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had horrible luck with women, but for some reason I had been able to step out of my comfort zone this afternoon and landed myself a date with a really attractive woman – and at the bank no less. I did one last check in the mirror and then grabbed my car keys.

When I arrived at the bar, I found her waiting by the door and greeted her with a hug.

"Hey, how was your gym session?" I asked.

"Good," she replied. "Really sweaty though."

We both laughed and smiled as we waited to be seated.

"So what do you like to drink?"

"Uhm," she began. "I actually don't drink." She rolled her eyes as if embarrassed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, sorry..." Her innocent blue eyes peered back at me through her lenses.

"Well, what are we doing here then? Let's go somewhere else," I said with a smile.

We walked back out of the bar entrance and into the cool night air.

"How about, tea at my place?"

"Do you have honey?" I asked.

"I do!" she replied excitedly.

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Arriving at her apartment, I parked in the guest spot and then walked with her into the building and rode the elevator up to her floor. As she unlocked the door to her room she flicked on the lights and I saw how clean her place was. I was actually impressed, most woman I had gone on dates with before were such messy people that I never wanted anything to do with them after I saw how they lived.