For Here Or To Go?

by Allie

I sat back in my chair looking out the bay window of the skyscraper, taking in all the activity outside on the streets. Cars were racing down the two lane streets while people were rushing either to cross the road or maybe just to get to a meeting.

It was midafternoon and already time was flying by; I was tired already from the week of hectic schedules and racing around all over town. My computer kept flashing saying "new mail" every minute from either clients or friends, but I didn't reply as my mind was in the clouds thinking of that man that I saw at the restaurant on Saturday evening.

I kept trying to replay that moment when I was by myself in the Spanish restaurant, minding my own business, when at the corner of my eye I saw the most handsome man sitting at the table next to me. We didn't talk to each other but already I felt like I had known him somewhere before. He was alone and ordered a tequila first, then a glass of wine. He was perfection to me. Well his looks that is, not knowing anything about this man - if he was a good kind and generous person, or maybe a serial killer or something.

He ordered something in Spanish; I had no idea what it was, but I had already finished my dinner and just to waste time and to take in the view next to me, I ordered another strawberry daiquiri. I kept glancing at him and when he leaned back in his chair to turn the page of his newspaper he looked up at me quickly. My heart skipped a beat and I quickly looked out the window next to me.

And as my mind said "NO, YOU IDIOT, DON'T LOOK AGAIN!"

My heart said "DO IT AND SEE IF HE'S STILL LOOKING AT YOU!"

So I looked casually again, but he was fixed on his newspaper. Enough is enough I thought. I am a single woman, living alone, no children, and no fun in my life and why the hell should I start to worry now? I am 30 yrs old, have a great career, and who needs a man, again my mind told me.

I gulped back the last of my drink and pushed my chair back. As I grabbed my purse and my coat, I swung around, not even looking at the man anymore and then I heard a smash. I remember gasping and quickly looking back. My coat had knocked over the man's glass of red wine and smashed onto the floor. I put my hand over my mouth and stared at the floor and then at him. It was at that moment that he became more handsome to me. He was already standing up and he looked straight at me with a smirk.

"Oh my god, I am so so, so sorry," I heard myself say, panicking and bending down to pick up the broken glass.

"No, no, no sweetheart. You'll cut yourself. The waiter will do that." He had the most beautiful accent I've ever heard. I looked up at him in fear that he would yell, and I could feel eyes on me from other customers sitting and eating and drinking.

"Really, I am so...."

"Sorry... yes you said." He gave a laugh and took my arm to help me up.

The waiter came immediately and brushed up the glass, while the other waitress came with a cloth and fresh table cloth for his table.

"I hope you didn't cut yourself," I heard him ask.

I looked into his eyes. They were gorgeous. Dark brown to match his tanned skin and black hair which was tied in a pony tail.

"Ah...no, I don't think so. Did I get you?" I asked.

"No, no I'm fine. Good thing you're ok though." I managed to slightly grin, though what I thought was obvious nervousness that he could see on my face.

"Are you late for something?" he then asked.

"No, why would you ask that?"

"Oh, sorry, just thought that you were late for something as you got up quickly and looked like you had to leave quickly to get home to your family or something"

Now I could take that comment in two ways, I thought to myself. Is that a nice way of him just being friendly, or was he digging for an answer if I'm seeing anyone.

"Actually I didn't realize I got up that quick," I said looking away from his stare into my eyes and looking at the staff on the floor cleaning up.

"So you're not in a rush?"

I looked at him again in confusion.

"No, not at all."

"Oh," he replied and stared at me as if he was trying to figure me out.

Well, good luck to him I thought to myself as most times I can't figure myself out, let alone anyone else. I apologised again and turned away to leave. As I went to the counter to pay the cheque, I glanced in the mirror on the wall. He was still looking at me but with a slight grin on his face. A very sexy grin in fact. I could feel my cheeks become warm and my heart was beating faster.

As soon as I got the change back from the $20 note, I turned back to look at him, but he was gone! My heart slowed down, and the feeling of loneliness came through me once again. I then walked out the door and went home.

*** My computer flashed again. Another new message from one of my clients. I let out a long sigh and shook my head.

"BACK TO WORK," I told myself.

It had just gone 5:30pm and I grabbed my coat, gloves and umbrella. I made one last phone call to the garage to see if my car was ready to be picked up. It was ready, but I had to rush as they closed at 6 PM. I called for a taxi, and within minutes I was heading to the garage. I paid the driver, got out and ran inside the garage. My car was all ready waiting for me.

"Thanks Kevin," I said to the mechanic, holding out my Visa card.

"Hey no problem darlin'. Anything for a friend."

Kevin lives in the same apartment building as me, and we had been friends for about 5 yrs. He has asked me out so many times, but I only consider him as a friend; besides, he loves women too much and he's someone not to be trusted as just a one-woman man.

"Getting cold out there," Kevin said, swiping my card through the machine.

"Totally!" Think we're in for a storm or something," I said, signing the receipt.

"Well, you better hurry home before it hits."

"Thinking of going out to dinner actually. I've got a lot of work to do tonight and I don't really have time to cook," I replied, taking the car keys from Kevin.

"Hey you should try that new Spanish restaurant up the street. Heard its great food in there."

I looked at Kev remembering the incident on Saturday.

"Allie? You OK?"

I laughed nervously. "Yeah I'm fine," I said and waved good-bye and went out the door.

I got in my car and started the engine. I immediately turned on the heater and waited a few minutes before going. Faint drips of rain appeared on the windows of the car, and I looked at Kev as he raced out to carry the signs in from outside the garage. A couple of mechanics were finishing up in the garage then the bay doors slammed closed. The rain turned heavy and was now pouring down. Cars on the road had slowed down and people were running on the streets trying to find cover. I signaled and pulled out driving slow through the rain.

"I CAN GET TAKE AWAY." I thought to myself. I pulled into the parking lot and grabbed my umbrella. As soon as I got out of the car, a van sped past me and splashed water up my coat. I screamed and gave the van a bitch look.

"YOU FUCKEN PRICK!" I yelled out, but the van raced out into the traffic causing cars to break quick and honk their horns.

I shook my head and ran into the restaurant. As I shook my umbrella, I glanced in the mirror. I looked an absolute mess. I placed the umbrella down on the ground and looked at the menu. I finally decided my choice and ordered.

"How long will it be?" I asked the man while I fumbled around in my purse to get my wallet out.

"About half an hour, ma'am," the Spanish waiter replied, smiling at me.

"Ok, great," I said.

"Oh, no you pay when food comes," he then said. "You go and have drink in bar, yes?"

I smiled at the thought of his English speaking.

"I thought you had to drink with food only here," I asked, looking around the restaurant.

"We have open bar at back. Just open," the waiter said again smiling and showing two missing front teeth.

"Actually, where is the washroom please?"

"Washroom in restaurant is closed for awhile. You use bar one."

He motioned me with his hand to where the bar was. I nodded thank you and walked through the restaurant. It wasn't busy. Only about 4 couples, but it was during the week and the weather was too bad for anyone to go out.

As I walked I glanced at the table where the man was on Saturday. My heart felt low, but my mind said "TOLD YOU SO!!!"

I walked through the beads hanging from the ceiling into a Spanish scene. It was very nice actually. Spanish music was playing in the background, and pictures of Spain were hung on the walls. The setting was just like being on holiday in a hot, beautiful country.

This will really do good business, I thought to myself. I walked up to the bar and ordered a small glass of white wine. I placed my purse down on the bar and rubbed my face. I really felt like a drowned rat.

"Looks like the rain spilt on you this time."

I quickly turned around. It was him!!! He smiled at me with his eyes and a slight grin spread on his face.

"Oh...yeah," I laughed.

"Let me take your coat," he said helping, me take it off.

"Oh...ahhh...OK," I said, turning my back to him. I felt his hand on my shoulders and he gently slid off my wet coat. I looked at the bartender who placed the wine on the counter.

"I'll hang it up for you," he said and walked away, but then stopped and looked at me.

"You are staying for awhile I hope?" he asked in a deep, sexy voice.

I looked at him and my heart was now doing cartwheels. "Yeah, I've just ordered some food, and then I'll be going."

"Great!! I'll be right back. Miguel, no charge for the lady," he called back. The bartender nodded and then continued to stack the shelves with glasses.

"OH MY GOD! HE'S THE OWNER!" I thought to myself. I sat myself down then noticed the sign to the washroom. I quickly jumped out of my seat and grabbed my purse. I opened the door and went inside, running to the mirror. I opened my purse, quickly applied more lipstick and then fixed my hair. I looked at myself in the mirror up and down, and then noticed the mud on my shoes.

"SHIT!" I said out loud. I ran to the stall and grabbed some toilet paper, then hurriedly cleaned up the shoes. One last check and then I walked back out to the bar. The gorgeous man was leaning over the bar laughing with the bartender. He then quickly looked up and watched me walk over to him.

"You like white wine I see," he asked, pulling the stool out for me.

"Yes I do."

"Ahhhh, you should try the Spanish wine. Spanish red wine is the best." I looked at him while sipping my wine and he winked.

"You try?" He asked

I smiled and nodded. "No thanks. Not into red wines, I'm afraid."

"Ah, you don't know what you're missing."

I could feel myself getting a little hot and knew that a cigarette would help me calm down.

"Can we smoke in here?"

"Yes, absolutely. Let me get an ashtray for you...oh I'm sorry. I don't know your name?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm Allie."

"Allie...that is a beautiful name. I'm Antonio," he said taking my hand and kissing the back of it softly. His beautiful pouty lips gently touching my skin made me stare into his face with a feeling of total yearning for this man to do much more to me.

"I'm sorry again for last week. I hope I didn't ruin anything," I quickly said.

"Absolutely!!! You completely ruined my day actually. My staff had to work even harder, meals were late coming out, the table and floor was a mess!"

I stared at him in complete shock! Then I saw the grin on his face, and I started to laugh. "Wow, you totally had me going there for a minute," I said looking away feeling like a complete idiot.

"Accidents happen, but I have to be honest with you."

I looked at him and he was leaning closer to me. I could now smell that wonderful aroma of aftershave on him, and his face looked even more beautiful to me close up. I just wanted to lean forward more and have him kiss me till I faint.

"I have been thinking about you all week," he quietly said.

His face was serious. I gulped back my drink then looked at him again.

"Really?" I heard myself respond.

"OH GOOD ONE ALLIE," I told myself. "DON'T LET HIM KNOW THAT YOU'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT HIM TOO. PLAY HARD TO GET. GO ON ALLIE...BE HARD!!"

"Oh yes, I mean it's not everyday I meet a beautiful woman who's alone. Would you like another one?"

"Huh?" I said in confusion, then I realised he was talking about the empty wine glass.

"Oh thanks, but I'm driving, so no, thanks."

"Driving??? Are you not staying for dinner tonight?"

"Oh no, I actually ordered take out."

"Oh...that's too bad," he said still staring at me. "But you know you shouldn't really drive in this weather you know. It's gotten a lot worse since you've been here."

I looked out the window and he was right. Darkness was falling quickly and the thunder and lightening was getting closer. I then turned my attention back to Antonio again and he had a look on his face of "I WANT YOU NOW!"

I could feel myself getting excited and I wanted him! I wanted him now!! I didn't care where or what he did, I just knew I wanted this Latin god.

"Are you in a rush to be somewhere Allie?" he then said interrupting my thoughts.

I laughed and shook my head no. "You must think I'm a busy woman huh?"

"No, I don't think so. I think you are very nice and I'm really enjoying this evening with you." He smiled and then said "Please stay, Allie."

I couldn't believe it! This amazing man who could probably have any woman he wanted with his charm and good looks wants ME to stay with him.

"Aren't you busy here tonight? I mean with customers and..."

"Ahhhh no, no, no. I have two careers. This is my second one. I own the restaurant. The manager will be in shortly. I don't bother with staff meetings and things like that. As long as I get good reviews and I know everything is running smoothly, then that's good enough."

"So, what's your first career?"

He gulped back the last of his red wine and savoured the taste. "I'm a cop."

"What?" I said again in shock.

"I'm a cop!"

"Really…that's surprising," I said staring at him

Antonio motioned the waiter for a refill of our glasses, and then looked back at me.

"So, I take it you were a cop back in Spain?"

Antonio picked up my glass then gave it to me. "Yes, I was. I wanted a change so I came here"

"Wow, I bet you miss your home."

"I do! But I love America and I feel it's my home now and besides...I go back when I can to see family and friends. I'm not totally alone."

"MA'AM." We both looked and saw the tiny Spanish waiter racing towards us and he was holding my dinner. "Your food is ready."

Antonio put his arm around the shoulders of the waiter and said a few words in Spanish. I looked in confusion and lit another cigarette. Not only could I not understand a word that they were saying, but also how fast that half an hour went by.

"I told him that you would let me know when you would like it," Antonio said.

"Excuse me?" I said, thinking I was hearing wrong.

"The food. When you would like it!" he said.

I smiled and gave an understanding look. "Actually, maybe I should eat here. I think the wine is kinda getting' to me."

"Well how about we eat together? My place is not far from here. We can take a cab. Besides you shouldn't drive and I am a cop, you know, and I will then have to arrest you for drinking and driving."

I laughed and heard his laughter in reply.

"I'm sorry if you think I'm forward. We Spanish men are like that, I guess. But I really would love to have your company tonight."

"No, no that's fine." Really!! It's just I don't really feel comfortable leaving my car here overnight". I said, butting out my cigarette.

Antonio paused then clapped his hands together once. "I have a solution."

"You do?" I asked.

"Yes. I can either drive your car if you want to go home, OR we can park it around the back. There are garages there and they are always locked. It will be safe there, and then I will drive you here tomorrow morning and you can pick it up."

I smiled at the thought that this guy had the answers to any question I had. "OK, sure."

Antonio grabbed the two separate bags of food and we walked out the restaurant. A cab was waiting for us and we raced to it. The weather now was worse than I had ever seen in my life. Just like a hurricane. The cab driver took it slow, and Antonio sat close to me. I could feel the chill enter the cab through the tiny opening of the window from the drivers side as he was smoking a cigarette, then I felt the touch of Antonio's hand on my hands.

"You're freezing!" he said.

"Just a little," I said, grinning. Antonio held my hands. His were warm and gentle.

The cab came to a stop and I looked out the window. Antonio lived in an apartment complex. It looked a little rough, but I didn't care. As long as I would be in the warmth, had something to eat and drink and was in his company, then that to me was all that mattered. Antonio paid the driver, and then opened the door. He opened the umbrella and I got out, holding the bags of food; we hurried up to the front door. As we entered he pressed the elevator button. As the elevator came to a stop, we got inside.

"Please excuse where I live. I'm trying to buy this house and I'm just renting here for the time being. It's nothing spectacular or anything, but it's got a roof over my head."

"Don't worry. I won't judge," I said feeling him close to me.

The elevator came to a stop again and Antonio opened the door. As I stepped inside, Antonio turned on the lights. It was a massive place and it looked like it used to be a gym or something as it had old lockers, open space, bay windows looking out to the lit up city outside, and to the left was his bed with what looked like a cage around it. He closed the door and a loud bang made me scream and drop the bags of food. The instant thunder and lightning caused all the power to go out.

"Allie...you OK?"

"Oh God, I'm so sorry. I've dropped the food now." I heard him laugh and take my hand.

"You sit down here and I'll get the candles."

I sat in darkness for a few minutes and then light appeared. Antonio had a few large candles and placed them on the floor around the room. He then sat on the sofa and gently touched my face.

"You do like to drop things don't you," he smirked.

"I'm so sorry, it was..." And I didn't even have time to finish my sentence. Antonio's face got closer and then it happened. His big beautiful lips touched mine but with so much force in the kiss I didn't even move. My head went in circles and he forced himself more into my mouth. I heard him moan with passion, and I kept my eyes closed as I felt if I opened my eyes I would be dreaming and I didn't want this to end.

With his mouth still on mine, his hand left my face and crept around the back of my head. As he leaned forward, my body went back onto the colourful rug lying on the floor. As I placed my hands on his biceps, I felt him on top of me. His manhood I could now feel and I yearned to have it inside of me. I wanted him to drive me even more wild and tease me all night, all day tomorrow, all week, all the time.

His hand crept over over my breasts while he was still kissing me, and now he had spread apart my legs. His hand left my breasts and started to trail up my leg under my black skirt. As I still had my knee length black boots on I slid down Antonio's tight jeans off with my heel. As he wore no underwear, I then could feel exactly how big he was. His stiff cock rubbed up against my leg and I was now becoming uncontrollable.

He must have felt the same way as before I knew it our kiss parted and he took off my cream coloured turtle neck sweater revealing my black lacy bra. He then unzipped my skirt and slid it off throwing it across the room. I looked at his body, and noticed the tattoo's on his arms and how muscular and fit he was. His hair was still in a ponytail but trails of hair had come loose.

I could feel the warmth of his body against mine and he took his time exploring my body. His hands that trailed over my trembling body were followed by kisses, and then the feeling intensified with Antonio pulling me up. We carried on kissing and he walked me backwards until the cage rattled. He pinned me up against it then tore off my black lacy panties. With one hand I grabbed the cage, then grabbed onto him.

Antonio lifted me up a little and instantly entered me in such a way that I gasped. He was huge!! Every thrust of him inside of me made me think he got bigger and bigger. He moaned louder and every movement made me realise I was coming closer and closer to an orgasm.

Antonio sucked my nipples and again with every thrust he became more controlling. The orgasm was coming faster and faster and then Antonio yelled out. As soon as he did, I moaned and gasped louder. The orgasm was hitting us both at the same time. He kept thrusting inside of me not stopping for a second. The sweat and heat between us kept on going.

With one last thrust something happened. For the first time ever a second orgasm was coming to me. I gasped and held onto him. His face was next to mine. Our passion and eagerness kept going till with one more movement, we both yelled out.

We stayed in that position for a few minutes and Antonio kissed my neck then met my lips. My body felt hot, and I felt limp. I felt bruised and sore, but I didn't care. I wanted more. I wanted him to do what he wanted. Antonio picked me up while still kissing me and laid me on the bed. It was then I saw how big he was.

"Close your eyes," he whispered in his deep accented voice. That accent drove me nuts along with everything about him and I did as instructed.

I felt him again. This time his kisses trailed up my legs and then he stopped at my clit. With his tongue he teasingly circled it, and then he went deeper and deeper. He then stopped and grabbed my arms and lifted them up over my head and he steadied himself over me and played with my once again erect nipples. He circled each one then sucked them. My legs wrapped around his back, and with my legs I urged him to enter me again. He didn't do as I wanted, instead he teased me. His huge stiff cock entered me only a little then, he pulled out. Again he entered me, but a little more this time then slid it out. My body was moving with his, and no other words from him were spoken, apart from when he said how tight I was and how much he wanted to stay inside of me. Hours of love making finally exhausted us, and then we lay in each others arms and fell asleep.

Early hours of the morning, I woke up to the sound of pouring rain. Antonio was still holding me and was awake looking at me.

"What time is it?" I asked dreamingly

"Time for two things to be done and said," Antonio answered

I looked at him in confusion.

"It's time for us to make love again, and for me to tell you something that has been on my mind since the day I met you."

Again I looked in confusion.

"I love you Allie, and I will never let you go."

My heart burst out with joy, and I looked back at him.

"I love you, too."

Antonio's mouth met mine again, and our passionate love making was like nothing else I had ever experience before in my life.