Short stories
I've been chatting to Dave now for about 2 months. Not your typical timeline when setting up a hookup but we never ran out of things to discuss. He's just as dirty minded as I am. I have a very vivid imagination, and he does too. If I explain something I like or would like to try, we can spend hours and hours talking about it in detail, building the whole scenario up in our minds while playing. Sometimes we just text, but most of the time it's full blown phone sex while we both pant and moan while describing it.
After 2 months, he is finally visiting my city and we have arranged to meet. He doesn't live anywhere near me, so we are taking full advantage of this opportunity. Who knows how long it will be before it happens again?
At 25, I have lived a very sheltered life when it comes to sex, and he is 35 with plenty of experience. We spoke in detail about how we would like this to go, initially at least.
We meet at the bar of the hotel he is staying in. We have a few drinks and chat to make sure the connection is there like it is when we call or text. If it is, I discreetly remove my panties and tuck them into his pocket, giving him the signal that play is on the cards. If he loosens his tie, he is also on board and we can move it up to the room. It might sound goofy or cheesy but something about it seems daring and bold and just has me thrumming thinking about it.
As I dress for the night, my nerves are bubbling under the surface. I picked a knee length black skirt with slits up the outer thigh, but not too high. I accompanied it with a light grey loose blouse, black lace bra and thong. I finalise the look with a garter belt and suspenders, making sure the lace tops are hidden in the skirt. I add some simple black heels and check myself out in the mirror. My curvy hips stretch the skirt slightly, my stomach doesn't lay perfectly flat. My thighs are noticeable also, and my breasts strain out of the top of the blouse.
I've always loved my curvy figure but not everyone does. I would dress like this more often but I get so many dirty looks for wearing form hugging clothes that I tend to go for the frumpy look. But right now I feel like a million pounds. I touch up my makeup and head for my car to meet the mystery man.
My heart beats frantically as I drive, but I pay close attention to the road. When my phone rings, I squeak slightly in surprise. My car auto answers it, causing me to stutter in alarm as Dave's name shows on the display.
"Hey!" I say but it comes out more like a wheeze and I silently groan.
"Hey sexy. Just checking I'm not getting stood up tonight." He chuckles but I can hear the nerves in his own voice too. At least I'm not alone. I laugh lightly as I relax.
"Not at all. I'm about 15 minutes away now." I promise him and he groans.
"Good. Now hurry so I can bury myself deep inside you." He whispers before hanging up on a moan. I curse under my breath, desperate to get to him.
When I pull up, my breath is ragged in anticipation. My heart hasn't stopped its frantic beating since he ended then call. My pussy also didn't get the memo and is now utterly drenched. I can feel my slickness as I climb out and walk towards the hotel bar. My core throbs with each step, my flesh caressing my panties as my juices heighten every touch to a magical caress of epic proportions.
I notice him almost instantly and walk his way. He looks dumbfounded for a few seconds before a small smile creeps onto his face, growing into a massive grin. He stands and loosens his tie while staring directly at me. Game on. My body zings as every nerve seems to go haywire at such a small and simple gesture. He kisses my cheek which had me blushing instantly before we take our seats opposite each other. A waiter appears and takes my order, as I ponder just how the heck I am going to shimmy out of my pants in a crowded bar.
"You're more beautiful in person Kate." Dave tells me which makes me smile brightly at him. I think he really means it too, he can barely look away from me.
"Thanks. You look good too." I say, and he does. He has a small amount of dark stubble along his jaw which suits him well.
I nervously look around, noticing that everyone is absorbed in their own discussions and take it as my opportunity to strike. Dave watches me in amusement as I shift my weight from one hip to the other and manage to shimmy my pants to my upper legs. He bites his lip hard as he tries not to laugh, but I can also see the fire in his eyes.
"I'd love to see you try this." I joke with him and he erupts loudly. His laugh relaxes me as I stare deep into his eyes and slide my pants to my knees. Thank god for the table cloth. I watch as all humor disappears from his face as he watches my body with an almost pained look in his face.
"Your drink ma'am." He waiter states before placing it down in front of me.
"Thank you." I tell him before he walks away. I sip the drink, desperate to quench my parched lips and mouth. I moan loudly causing Dave to curse quietly. He moves to the seat beside me and his hand finds my exposed leg. He leans into me.
"Are you going to tease me all night or are you going to take them off and give them to me?" He whispers into my ear. My whole body shudders as his breath fans my ear. "Because I need to get out of here before I blow a load in my trousers." He adds on before nibbling my earlobe then sitting back. His hand caresses my inner thigh, occasionally touching my knickers around my knees as he does. My breath becomes ragged as I push them down and step one foot out. I carefully hook them over my other foot and bring it towards my hand. Once in my hand I ball them up, noticing how wet they are.
2 can play this game. I lean into him, gently pulling him to me with his tie. He comes willingly. I lean towards his ear.
"They're soaking Dave. Drenched already." I tell him before tucking them into the pocket of his trousers. He instantly stands, throws back his drink and picks mine up. He offers me his hand and I take it without hesitation. He leads me out of the bar and towards the elevator. The second the door closes, he pounces. His lips lock onto mine as his free hand plunges up my skirt and rubs at my core like it's a matter of life and death. I groan at the contact while he moans loudly into my mouth and kisses me more fiercely. When he pulls away, I slump a little as if I've just been fucked senseless. Holy shit.
"You're going to be the death of me. I can tell." He tells me. His voice sounds deeper and it makes my legs quiver in the most basic way possible. How can a voice do that?
The doors open and he half guides, half drags me to his room. The instant the door closes, he puts the drink down and pushes me against the door. He devours my mouth like a man starved. When he stops, he kisses my neck and shoulder like he can't stand to be so far from me.
"Tell me what you want Kate. Right now I'll give you it all and more." He tells me and I believe every word of it. We have spoken about this first meeting for hours and hours on end. Many times in fact. He has his own fantasies, I have mine.
"I want everything we discussed. I want to play the unknown virgin to you. I want you to take me hard, and act surprised, before you tell me you'll pop both cherries for me." I tell him and his legs buckle before he manages to catch himself. He wanted the virgin play, I wanted the hard anal. He was apprehensive but I like hard anal. I play hard often with myself and the pain can actually get me off. Well I'm not sure if it's the pain or the powerlessness. Either way, we will both get something we want and have a great time.
"You're going to kill me." He tells me before he unbuttons my blouse and pushes it down my arms. He then pushes me into the bed, face down and hikes me skirt up without another word. My core is throbbing like never before as pools and pools of my own juices seem to flow from me like a damned fountain as he manhandles me. I can hear him stripping behind me as he breathes heavily. I hear him mutter 'fuck it' and an instant later he plunges into me without warning.
My breath catches in my throat as my body repels against the sudden intrusion and pain. I grasp the bedsheets frantically as a small pain filled yelp escapes me as my body locks up. It fucking hurts. More than I thought possible, but it short circuits something inside me as he continues to thrust until he is fully seated within me. He grunts like an animal as he pushes in, releasing deep into me as he does, like it's the best feeling imaginable and it tips me over a precipice. My body convulses as my pussy clamps into him like a vice. My body temperature spikes as wave after wave of pleasure courses through me like nothing I have experienced before.
"Oh you bad, bad girl. Virgins don't cum while their cherries are popped." He sighs in mock disappointment. The teasing tone is clear in his voice as he holds himself over me and slowly withdraws. I feel wetter than I ever have before. "Fuck!" He exclaims loudly. As he pushes back in. He attacks my neck, nibbling and biting it.
"Tell me your on you period to make this more realistic baby." He growls and I shake my head with a moan. I duck my head and he moans once more. "Fucking perfect." He tells me and begins to fuck me like our lives depend on it. He pulls me back, so we are both back on our feet and he lowers us back down with me on top of him, still facing away from him. In front of us is a mirror and he spreads my legs wide.
"My first virgin." He states as he watches his red cock slide in and out of me with ease. He dips his fingers down and sucks them like its his favourite dessert. "Why didn't you tell me." He whispers and I bite my lip as I bounce and rock on him.
"You, you wouldn't have done it." I tell him and he shakes his head.
"If you wanted it, just like that, I would have. Trust. Me." He tells me as he spreads my lips for a better view. He puts me down on the bed before plunging his face into my core like I'm the most delicious dessert on the planet and doesn't stop until I scream out his name and see stars dancing behind my eyelids. He comes up with a smug look on his face which makes me shake my head in amusement.
"Are you sore or ok for more?" He asks as his hands snake to my skirt and tug it down my legs.
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