The meeting part 1

We arranged a meting at a shopping centre cafe.I was nervous and drank my coffee quickly.He was relaxed ,older ,wiser and unhurried.I am a quite slim man,he was larger ,taller, probably in his sixties , I was surprised by how calm he was.We seemed to be compatible so we went one step further and walked around to a pub.
The pub was darker , warmer ,more intimate.We sat in a booth on the same bench so we could talk above the moderate noise levels of the pub.I was wearing jeans and t shirt, he had a Leather jacket and jeans.He smelt of cologne, not a cheap brand but something more expensive.He had a little stubble growing ,now at the end of the day.His eyes were green, soft , human eyes that spoke of warmth.His smile was almost coy,his hair was dark and thick but dyed .I noticed his hands, they suggested a job in an office far away from grime .
As we talked I imagined myself kissing that mouth, feeling those hands touching me.I stirred a little and had to change my thoughts.
The wine had warmed me , softened the edges of my anxiety .I had to pee.I placed my hand on his, a warm touch , and excused myself.In the stall I debated with myself what I was willing to do next, .I walked back to the table , he smiled and I slid back into the seat next to him, our thighs touching for a moment.Then it happened.His hand on my knee, holding for a moment as we talked, his eyes gazing into mine.Ever so slowly he let his hand move up and down my thigh.Every vein in my groin pulsed with blood, hardening with every movement of his hand.I reached over and felt the hardness of him, the fullness of him.
The pub had excellent accomodation upstairs, in fact it connected to a multistorey hotel.As he opened the door in front of me it seemed like we were back to first base again,We walked in and admired the furnishings, the bed stood in the distance as a longed for goal that was not quite achievable.He was decent , he would not rush this.
We sat on the lounge facing the tv, a bottle of wine from the mini bar opened and two glasses in our hands.We talked for a while , his hand on my thigh again, my jeans straining from my hardness.He stood , walked over to a light switch and tuned the lights down.He sat down and gently took my wine glass and placed it down on the table, then he leant over, our faces merged and he kissed me.I opened my mouth to him and his wet tongue plunged into me.He withdrew slowly then stood up ,offering me his hand to help me up.
He undid my belt and ,kneeling, he slowly slid my jeans down and off.Next he stood and removed my t shirt, being careful as it went over my head.Then he took off his jeans and shirt and jacket.His chest hairs reflected the dim ligh.Next he removed his underwear, his cock spring up as he removed them.I removed my underwear and for a moment we stood erect in every sense facing each other.