Why did I say yes? Mathew asks himself, shaking his head. I should have unmatched her a long time ago.

With a resigned stance, he walks toward the restaurant where Andrea has set their date, in Manhattan Beach, Los Angeles. As much as she looks gorgeous on Tinder, their chat has led to nowhere. He tried, when they first matched, hoping to have found the one, but her attitude and the fact they don’t share anything in common makes it so unlikely. To get him to have a date, she promised she will make it worth his time and that she will pay. In the end, none of her pleadings made him do it, just the desire to let her down easy and not have a guilty conscience of unmatching her without any explanation.

He is arriving late on purpose, trying not to show himself as a good candidate. At the door, scanning the people passing, he sees Andrea. His heart twinge at her beauty, she is even better than in her pictures.

What a shame… he tells himself, creating an alternate world where she is perfect for him, where they grow old together.

She is a little bit shorter than Mathew, her looped hair cascading on her back, her breasts stretching her tank top, her legs fully displayed by her very short jeans. He would look at her hungrily if he crosses her in the street, never having chatted with her before. Now, their flirting has ruined her for him.

He hesitates, asking himself if he should leave and unmatch her without a final word. As much as he would like, his guilty conscience doesn’t let him. Anyway, Andrea has seen him and is waving at him.

Softly so only he can hear, he says to himself, “Fuck… here we go.”

“Mathew! Come on, our reservation is almost expired,” she tells him, with her warm voice, a smile on her face.

Mathew sighs and walks toward her, reluctantly putting a soft smile on his face. As he gets near her, she jumps at him and gives him a peck on the cheek, taking him by surprise. As she moves back, he feels his face redden, exuding heart at her display of affection.

Shyly, he tells her, “Hi, Andrea. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.”

Her smile grows wider, her eyes radiating the joy she is feeling inside of her.

She tells him, “Yeah, we should have done this way before. Come on.” She entwines her arm around his, bringing him inside the restaurant.

They get seated and order something to drink. Mathew is looking forward to having some alcohol in him, it should help him say to Andrea how he doesn’t think this will go further than dinner. Unfortunately, he doesn’t get the chance of saying this right away, Andrea is talking so much, constantly yapping about this or that. Dinner progress without Mathew being able to say much, feeling more and more desperate at the whole situation.

Only when the desserts arrive that Andrea exclaims, “Did I just talked the whole dinner? Sorry, I can be such a blabbermouth. This reminds me of a time with my friend Charlene where we double dated—”

“Andrea, you know it’s not going to work you and me?” Mathew says to her, trying to end this whole ordeal.

Andrea stops talking and looks at him, hurt by his bluntness. She puts her small spoon back in the glass of ice cream and says, “You don’t need to be rude about it, can’t we just enjoy this time together?”

“You might enjoy this, but I don’t,” he replies, going for the direct approach, trying to cut this short. Even if she makes a scene, it will be better than staying with her longer.

Andrea looks down at her dessert, sighing. She lightly shakes her head before saying, “I’m sorry, Mathew. That’s who I am, I talk a lot. I had so much hope that it would work, even though I knew the chance was low. You seem to be a very nice guy, I wanted for us to work.”

This is not the reaction that Mathew expected, but this works in his favor. He tells her softly, “I also hoped it would work, you are very cute and all… but we just don’t match on the personalities side. I think that we should just stop chatting, so you don’t think that there is a chance between you and me. I hope that you find the right person, but it’s not me,” he tells her, his heart twinge. Trying to cut short all this, he continues, “Don’t worry about the check, I’ll take care of it, the least I can do.”

Andrea raises her head quickly, frowning, saying firmly, “Oh no you won’t, I said I will take care of it, it’s non-negotiable.”

Mathew is surprised by her reaction, he nods his head slowly, recognizing that she will not let this go.

They awkwardly stay silent as the waiter comes with the check, eating their dessert. As soon as the bill is paid, they both get up and goes for the door. Back on the street, the sun is setting down over the ocean, painting everything with a tint of gold. They turn to each other, feeling the tension of saying goodbye.

Even though Mathew is sad that it didn’t work, he doesn’t want to extend it. He tells her, with a soft smile, “Andrea, I wish you well and hope you find the right person. He’s out there, it’s just not me. Bye, Andrea.”

He waits a little bit to see if she says anything, but she just looks at him, with sadness on her face. His heart sinks in his chest, he doesn’t like this moment, but there is something more this time. He can’t say what it is, but he hesitates longer than he should. Deciding it’s enough, he nods at her and turns around, going for the row of taxis waiting at the top of the street.

He sighs heavily as he climbs the steep road, happy that it is done. At the same time, as he gets further from her, an emotion surfaces, bringing him down as he goes up, away. As he feels it bubbling to the surface, almost getting to the limit he can support, the unexpected happens.

“Mathew!” Andrea exclaims behind him.

He stops walking and closes his eyes. Is she really going to beg? he asks himself.

“Do you want to fuck?” she continues, high enough for everyone around them to hear.

He turns around and looks at her with a surprised and embarrassed expression. Has she just said that out loud? he asks himself. He walks back to her, so their conversation is not overheard. Many have turned their heads toward them, some frowning, some softly laughing.

When he is close to her, he asks her in disbelief, “What?”

“Do, you, want, to, fuck?” she tells him, saying each word individually, “It’s a simple question, Mathew.”

He blinks at her, unsure what to answer. On one hand, he just wants to go home and not think about her forever, but it’s been a while and she looks so gorgeous. He doesn’t answer her, too taken by his internal struggle, his dilemma.

“Come on, Mathew, I want to fuck you. I know you like me physically, I see how you look at me when you think I’m not. I promise, no strings attached,” she tells him, trying to lure him into her arms. Her smile is inviting, her stance shows how much she wants Mathew. “Come on, my apartment is close by.”

She tends her hand and grabs Mathew’s, pulling him after her. He resists for few seconds but finally, he lets her pulls him. They do not talk during the five minutes walk, as she is leading the way to her warm embrace.

Why? is the question Mathew asks himself. Why is he letting her pulls him? Why is he not turning around and going home? Why isn’t he angrier that she is playing him?

She leads him to a small apartment close to the beach, her second-floor patio door and balcony having a view of the orange sunset. She brings him to her sofa and pushes him to sit.

With a sensual voice, she tells him, “You don’t have to say anything, I’ll talk for the both of us.” She towers over him, the orange glow accentuating her tan.

“I don’t think it’s—” Mathew starts to object.

She cuts him, “Then, why did you come?” asking the question.

He closes his mouth, asking himself the same question. He lowers his gaze, scanning her body in the process. Even though he wants to see her naked, it shouldn’t be enough for him to go with her, not after the dinner he just had with her.

She laughs and asks him, “You do find me gorgeous, sexy? Do you?”

He raises his head to her, shy that he is so transparent. After reflecting on the fact there isn’t a good reason to deny it, he nods at her.

She smiles at him, satisfied that she has this power over him. She asks, “Do you want to see me naked? Do you want to fuck me?”

He gulps, his brain supercharged by the tension existing between the woman he rejected a few minutes ago and him. Fully aware that he should get out of here, get her out of his head, cut ties with her, he nods at her questions, something keeping him here.

Her smile widens, her eyes filled with hunger, her breathing becoming faster. She moves slowly, coming closer to him.

He leans fully on the sofa as she straddles him, coming closer and closer. As her mouth comes to him, he smells her intoxicating perfume, he senses her warmth as she sits on his legs, and sees her lustful face approaching him. Their first kiss is filled with tension, unsure of the other’s feelings, only tentatively exploring each other.

Andrea raises from his face, searching into his eyes for confirmation, for reciprocity. Mathew doesn’t leave her the chance to realize how much he wants her, he puts his hand behind her head and softly pushes her toward him. She smiles at his request, too happy to oblige.

This time, their kiss is much more passionate, more intimate, more insistent. As he softly caresses the back of her head, she moves her hands across his torso, feeling him, finally able to discover him physically. He is feeling her exploration and decides to do the same with his free hand, starting in the middle of her back, slowly going down toward her ass. As he brushes his hand just over her ass, she giggles over his mouth, he has found a ticklish spot. He stays there for a while, making her laugh, swarming on his legs.

Keeping her lips lightly pressed against him, she says softly, “Stop this… move south… I want your hand on my ass.”

He replies, feeling cocky, “And, what do you want me to do with your ass?”

She raises from his mouth, looking at him in surprise. “Look at you, making me beg. If you want it this way…” she says out of breath, taking a big inhale to continue,” … I want you to bring me closer to you, grope my ass, fondle it, squeeze it.”

Mathew smirk at her, doing exactly what she asked. Keeping eye contact, he moves both his hands to her ass, groping her cheeks forcefully, bringing her pelvis closer to him, squeezing his erect dick between his pelvis and hers. He plays with her ass, sometimes going for a gentle touch, rubbing them softly, then grabbing them hard, fondling with a purpose.

She lightly pants as he plays with her, feeling her desire raise to a new high, having finally discovered something they share. She asks him, “My incessant talking annoys you, but you like to be told what to do?”

Mathew replies, not a bit upset, “I never said I liked to be told what to do.” With that said, he moves one of his hands from her ass and rubs her pussy through the fabric of her very tight jeans. “I like to be desired, to be asked, to be begged. You made me suffer through dinner, now it’s my turn,” he tells her, smirking widely. He increases the pressure on her pussy, rubbing harder.

Fire shoots from her eyes, her breathing increasing, her grin so wide. “You think I’ll let you take control, you underestimated me, “ she tells Mathew. Not wasting a moment, she gets to his pants and uncovers his boxer. Plunging her hand under the garment, she retrieves his hardness and whips it out, exposing it for her pleasure. She looks at it, loving the sight, in the expectation that she will have him inside of her later. But for now, she has other plans.

Raising her head, making eye contact, she taunts him, “Try to stop me!”

Before he can say and do anything, she moves from over him and gets on the floor. Spreading his legs for better access, she plunges over his dick, encircling him with her wet and warm mouth. She hears a deep growl as she sucks him hard, moving up and down with force, with determination, to make him cum.

Mathew is in heaven, having lost the desire to resist his tempter. His dick feels so good in her, making him shudder from the intensity. His head is on the backrest, being thrown by her sudden action, by her ferocious attack. He knows he will not last long if she continues like this, but he is also letting her do what she wants, at least for now. He growls as she moved up and down his shaft, feeling her lips encircling him, her tongue rubbing the underside, the root of her mouth brushing on his glans.

Andrea gives all she has, wanting to give him the time of his life, needing to redeem herself. As she hears his breathing accelerate, she uses one of her hands to grab his sack, playing with his balls.

He knows he’s close, he doesn’t want to cum yet. Waiting for one of her up movement, he puts his hands on the sides of her head and gently lifts her from his dick. She tries to resist, but he doesn’t let her. He sees her look of surprise and slight annoyance, but he doesn’t care.

“Did you think I would let you do whatever you want? You really don’t know me,” he tells her with conviction. Getting up and striding over her, he moves her to the sofa, laying her down.

She resists a little bit, but his look of determination makes her comply. At the same time, she is aroused by his attitude, by his forcefulness. As he moves her, she looks at him, his dick hanging out of his pants. Her watchful gaze doesn’t pass unnoticed, he strips beside her, keeping his dick over her. She tries to reach it with her hand, but he gently slaps it, denying her.

He chuckles as he stops her hand, he likes seeing her enthusiasm. Finished with undressing, he goes for her clothes, removing her tank top and her jeans, leaving her in underwear. His breathing is hard as he sees her laced and red garments, making her so desirable, so sexy, so worth having spent two hours listening to her blabbing.

“You approve?” she asks from her position on her sofa, having seen his smile.

As he comes over her, having installed himself between her legs, he says, “I love a woman in sexy lingerie, you are so fucking hot.” He goes for her lips before she can answer, shutting her up. He has listened enough to her words, he just wants her to pant, to moan, to scream his name.

He moves from her lips, going for her plump breasts. She keeps her eyes on him, delighted by his attention. She let a sigh out as he liberates her roundness, taking one in his mouth, sucking her nipple. When he looks up at her, she can see his arousal, his desire to please her. She put her hand on the back of his head, forcing him on her breast.

As she plays with his hair, she doesn’t see his hand sneaking toward her mount. When he touches her clit through her panties, she gasps at the sudden jolt, feeling electricity running from his finger, through her body, to her brain. He looks up at her, fire in his eyes. He raises his eyes brows, asking a silent question. She nods impatiently at him, she needs his mouth over her mount.

He obliges, leaving her breasts for her nether region. Using his hand, he pushes aside the small cloth covering her, exposing her glittering pussy. He grins, loving the sight he has in front of him, her precious flower offered to him to do as he pleases. Getting his tongue out, he licks her slit from bottom to top, taking the time to taste her and making sure that she feels his rough tongue over her delicate flower. She shudders as he does, letting multiple moans out. He looks up, she is biting her lower lips.

Good, shut up and I’ll make you cum, he tells himself, before taking her clit in his mouth.

She exhales loudly, at his invasion, at his forceful lapping of her clit. She puts her hands back on his head, pushing him further onto her. As he increases his speed, she is moaning louder and louder. As she comes closer and closer to her climax, she starts to grind her mount on his face, becoming more and more insistent.

Suddenly, Mathew stops all he’s doing, raising from her mount, grabbing her hands on his head. He looks at her face, full of frustration. He grins widely, feeling his power over her.

“Get up, let’s go look at the sunset,” he tells her, getting off the sofa. As she doesn’t raise, he grabs her hands and pulls on her. She reluctantly gets up, following him toward the patio door. He keeps himself in her back, putting his hands on her shoulders. He guides her to the big pane of glass, stopping her just short of it. She turns her head to him, anger starting to show on her face. Smirking at her, he guides his fully erect dick inside of her.

She is so surprised by his sudden penetration, she wasn’t expecting him. Andrea was starting to doubt he would ever get inside her, leaving her wet and unsatisfied. As he plunges into her, her climax has restarted building up, pushing her slowly back toward the limit. She continues to look at him as he forces himself in her, looking at his expression of arousal. To help him go even deeper into her, she sticks out her butt, leaning her upper body on the glass, giving him a better angle. This makes him smile, giving her his dick even harder.

As his breathing increase, he knows he will cum faster than her. To level the playing field, he brings one of his hands to her front, reaching for her clit. As he flicks her button, he sees a steady increase in her moans, matching his own. He continues like this, forcing himself in her. As they get closer, he pushes her harder and harder, pressing her breasts on the window, making her upper body bounce off it each time he pushes in.

She is on the verge of cumming, her breathing so quick, her desire building for this sexy-looking man, fucking her like there is no tomorrow. The fact that people on the beach could see her doesn’t bother her, it even increases her excitement.

Her pussy is feeling so good around his cock, he delays his climax as much as he can. He knows it will happen eventually, he’s trying to make her cum at the same time as him.

Trying to trigger her, he tells her, “I’m so close… cum for me… I want you to cum… with me… cum… cum… FFUUCCKK YEAH!”

His sudden dirty talk triggers her, making her clench over his dick, her body shaking against the window. As she is feeling the high of her orgasm, she feels his dick getting pushed deep in her and a hot liquid erupting, splashing inside of her. Her climax is hard, she has built up so much expectation on the evening, to have him cum in her is the culmination she was looking for.

He gives a last push in her, burying his cock as deep as he can, releasing his seed. He groans loudly as he cums, having been a long time since he had such a good fuck. His legs shake slightly at the intensity, as he tries to keep his dick firmly in her. He feels so complete right at this moment, the weeks of incessant chatter and the disastrous dinner ignored, forgotten.

They both consume their climax as the sun is disappearing over the ocean, slowly leaving them in the penumbra of the evening. Their climax has risen with the last rays of light of the evening, but it is also quickly going away with the absence of the comforting sun.

As Andrea is coming back for the high, her heart sinks, at the thought that she might not see him anymore. She cries softly, she doesn’t want him to go, to quit her life.

Mathew’s dick is happy, having spent its built-up energy, but his brain is getting darker, like the ambient light of the room. As much as she is so annoying, he does now want to see her again. Even though they might not have a lot in common, he just found something in her that is genuinely interesting, that he wasn’t expecting.

Is it enough to have good sex to be with someone? he asks himself. He knows the unfortunate answer to the question.

As she cries softly in front of him, he brings her to him, making her lean on his bare torso. He brings his arms around her, giving her as much comfort as possible, for what he’s going to do to her will be difficult.

“You know it can’t work you and me, you know it is doomed to fail?” he asks her, trying to be as gentle as he can.

“Why can’t we try?” she asks him, trying to convince him otherwise.

“Because I know I’m not going to be able to give you what you want,” he answers her. “I told you it wasn’t a good idea for me to come here, I feared this would happen, dreading that I’ll have to break your heart even more,” he finishes, almost as a whisper.

Andrea lowers her head, looking at the beach below, at the night lights lighting up the streets. She knows he’s right, that he’s trying to do the right thing, but she wants him to do the wrong thing right now.

“If you really think this is a bad idea… Then go, now! Otherwise…” she tells him, choking on the fact that he will be disappearing from her life.

He whispers, “Yes, I’ll go. I loved what we just did though, I will cherish this memory.”

He removes himself from her and without waiting, goes for his clothes. He put them on very quickly, not wanting to change his mind, staying here. She doesn’t follow him as he goes for the door, she looks out, crying at his loss. He wants to say something before exiting her life, but nothing comes out. Having a last look at her delicate body lightly wrapped in sumptuous red cloth, he closes the door of her apartment and their relationship.

But, his hand stays on the door handle as the door is closed. Putting his head on the door frame, he begins to sub, feeling the loss, feeling the emptiness in him. Only an hour ago, he wanted to have her out of his life, getting rid of her without any ceremony. Now, he feels much closer to her, their experience bringing them together.

Why can’t I let her go now? he asks himself, but he knows the answer.

Even though he might not love her now, they have a little connection and maybe, just maybe, it could lead to something great. He cries at the difficult decision he has to take. Does he takes the leap with Andrea or does he hopes to find someone else, eventually, maybe.

As he is still pondering this question, the door opens and Andrea looks at him. Her eyes are as red as his, her face disfigured by the intense emotion.

“Come back in, don’t cry by yourself in the corridor,” she pleads to him.

He finally opens to her, sharing his fear, “I don’t want to come back in, I fear I will never be able to leave if it doesn’t work.”

She smiles weakly at him, saying very softly, very confidently, “Then, let’s make it work.”

As her words sink in, Mathew is feeling something that he hasn’t felt for quite a long time, a glimmer of love.

Without another word, he gets closer to her body and kisses her tenderly. She embraces him as he tries to communicate his newfound affection for her, the glimmer of love that could be developing into something more. He feels tears running on her face, but they aren’t of sadness, they are of happiness.

He lets her lips go and looks her in the eyes, trying to see if he sees the same desire he has. What he finds convinces him, the resolve to make it work, the desire to have him, and, most important of all, a genuine love for him.

Using his foot, he closes the door of her apartment, sealing their new beginning, hoping that they will never open it again.