I arrive at the bar first and wait outside the door as arranged. First dates are always a mix of excitement and nervousness – will you look like your photographs? Will the chemistry that has built up over messaging on the app still be there in person?
I glance around and see you approach and one of those concerns instantly goes away. You look better in the flesh than in your pictures, stunning in a summer dress, showing a teasing amount of cleavage and bare, shapely thighs. We make eye contact and you offer me a smile and a hug, both of which I accept and return gladly. I feel your breasts press briefly against my chest before you pull away and I am already hoping to have the opportunity to feel that again.
I show you inside the bar and am pleased to see that the secluded spot in the corner is free, so I lead you there before I head to the bar to order our drinks. As I wait for your choice of beverage to be served I glance back over at you. If I had walked into this bar and seen you, I would have wished I was the man meeting you there, and the fact that I am feels somewhat unreal.
I carry our drinks back to the table and sit next to you. The conversation is a little stilted at first, as we try to establish the conversational flow. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long. At first we talk about general things – how our day had been before the date, what we think of the bar. But we quickly get into the swing of things, making each other laugh and gradually moving closer to each other, resting our shoulders against each other as we relax. Our texting had gotten a quite flirty, but I am reluctant to go to that level face-to-face without a clear signal from you that you want to replicate this in person, and I’m also having to exercise all my self-control to not to glance down at your beautiful thighs. Thankfully you have lovely eyes that it is easy to focus on – to the point that it takes me a moment to realise we have stopped talking and are just looking at each other, faces inches apart. And then, without knowing who instigated it, we find our lips locked together – not in a cautious, gentle way, but the kind of passionate kissing that makes blood pump around the body in excitement. You take my hand and guide it to your thigh and it feels so silky and smooth.
“So…” I say, pulling away from the kiss, “you know that thing we talked a lot about? The thing I absolutely love to do?”
“Hmm. Yes?”
“Well, I really want to do it to you. Right now.”
“You live close by, right?”
“Five minutes’ walk away. Shall we go?”
You nod. “Yes. Now.”
I pull my jacket on and am about to stand but you rest a hand on my arm. “Look at my thighs,” you whisper. I glance down as you part your thighs as you shuffle out of the corner and I gasp in shock – as your dress rides up I get a brief glimpse of your naked pussy. You give me a smile so wicked you could almost be the Devil – one I’d give anything to dance with.
We leave the bar and walk to my place, my arm around your waist, your hand playfully stroking the front of my trousers, feeling the bulge get larger. “It seems you do like me,” you say playfully.
“How could there be any doubt?”
We stumble though my front door and are immediately kissing again, hands roaming all over each others’ bodies. I lead you to the bedroom and you allow the dress to fall to the floor and I find myself looking at one of the most sublime sights I’ve ever seen – your naked body. You step backwards and rest your back against the wall, standing with thighs parted. You point downwards to the floor in front of you and I drop to my knees in front of you. You reach down and stroke your pussy right in front of my face, sliding the fingers inside, before offering your glistening fingers to my mouth. I take them into my mouth greedily, savouring the taste, licking them clean.
You lean down and look me right in the eye. “If you’re as good as your messages suggest, I am going to make a huge mess all over your face.”
“There’s nothing I want more.”
You point at your pussy. “Well, come on then.”
I reach up and cup your ass while I kiss your inner thighs, while inhaling the scent of your pussy. Then I work my way around your lips, and you let out a light moan of frustration as I almost touch the place you are so desperate for me focus on. Suddenly I feel your fingers in my hair and you pull my head over and my face is buried in your pussy. You move your hips, spreading your arousal all over my lips and jaw, scenting me as yours.
I slip my tongue between your lips and your nectar spills over my taste-buds. I lose my control and start licking your pussy wildly, and you respond by producing more and more of your juices. I move up to your swollen clit and lick it firmly, harder and faster as I realise you don’t need a gradual build up, that thanks to all this excitement your first orgasm is probably not far away. I slip two fingers into your dripping wet cunt and fuck you with them while licking your clit as hard and fast as I can. Now both of your hands are on my head, holding me in place. Your moans are getting louder and your thighs are shaking. I look up at you and see the glazed expression. And then you cry out and your pussy starts to gush all over my face. I open my mouth and collect as much of your nectar in my mouth as I can, swallowing it down gladly.
Your knees buckle and you fall forward. I catch you and lower you to the ground. You lay on your back and stretch across the floor, your skin glistening, your armpits shining with sweat. Your chest rises and falls as you get your breath back.
You reach up and put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me so that I twist and fall onto my back. Before I know what’s happening you have straddled my face and planted your pussy onto my mouth. I look up at your shining body. You look back down at me.
“I never said ‘Stop’. Get back to work.”
I slip my tongue back inside you… |
