A few minutes before 8 pm, I walked into the bar garden boy, whose name is Peter, wanted to meet at. To my dismay I found it was a sports bar. I’m not really into sports other than diving and gymnastics and I had a feeling none of that would be shown here. I went up to the bar and sat down and ordered a drink. There was an open stool next to me that I kept people from taking, saving it for Peter when he arrived. I didn’t have to wait too long. A few minutes later he walked through the door.
He almost took my breath away. He had long blonde hair that he had taken down from the pony tail he wore earlier in the day. His blue eyes looked electric in the light of the bar. He was wearing tight jeans, cute brightly colored gym shoes, and a muscle shirt that matched the shoes. He sauntered over and took the seat next to me.
“Hey, glad you made it,” he said, “Have any trouble finding the place?”
“No, I use a GPS, so i just type in the address and go,” I answered.
“Cool, whatcha drinking?”
“Vodka and pineapple juice.”
“Mmmm I love vodka.”
“They make great vodka where I come from.”
“Where is that?”
“Sweden, but I’ve been here in the US for a few years. Just trying to work on my English enough to get a real job, but I like being a gardener for now.”
“Your English is good. It probably won’t take long for you to get something better.”
“I don’t know. I can speak it much better then writing it. When I speak people think I was born here, but writing it is another story. I’m learning though. I go to school in the evenings to get better.”
As Peter talked, he played with his hair. I liked watching him fool around with it. I also liked looking into his eyes. I’ve never seen anyone with eyes as light and clear blue as his. I could really get used to looking in his eyes. When he wasn’t talking, he was watching the hockey game that was on. It wasn’t too bad for a sporting event. I never really watched hockey before, but it was exciting. I wondered why they were playing hockey. I thought it was only played later in winter. Oh well. I noticed that Peter was trying to check me out from of the corner of his eye. I caught him looking and he smiled guiltily. He had beautiful white teeth.
“Want to go take a walk outside? I’m getting a little bit of a headache in here,” he asked.
“Sure,” I said. We downed our drinks and headed out to take a little walk around the neighborhood. The bar was in the downtown area of a suburb. It was nice there looked like there were a lot of stores, restaurants, and bars around.
“This way,” he said. “We can walk by the river.” We headed to the path that ran along side the river and started walking down it the other way. Our hands brushed occasionally as we walked. I felt a spark each time. Every time it happened Peter looked at me and smiled. We walked a little way and came to a more secluded area. My imagination started running wild. I imagined him going down on me right there. Sucking on me until I shot into his mouth. That didn’t happen unfortunately. All of a sudden he grabbed me and started kissing me hard. It felt great. He was a very passionate kisser. He started soft, but then kissed me harder. With his tongue, he forced my lips open and penetrated my mouth. It was very hot.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you, but I had no idea you’d be into it,” he said, “Now what do you want to do?”