The First Meet

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We were meeting for the first time. After exchanging numerous raunchy messages and photos, the anticipation was electric, the desire was pure hunger.

Sat in the corner of the bar, with a small round table and 2 cozy chairs facing each other. Checking the time minute by minute felt like it was hours. Wondering, hoping, excited nervous chills ran through my body as I clocked you walking in, hair waving down, the figure hugging short black dress that I’d specifically asked you to wear was even better than expected. Your long, naked legs gazing the attention of everyone. Tight around your chest it pushes out your cleavage and leaves jaws dropping everywhere.

I can’t help but stand and walk to you, eagerly. Placing my arms around you, whispering hello beautiful into your ear, as I take a firm hold of your body, almost taking my prize, ownership of what’s mine.

Taking your hand, walking you back to the quiet corner, we sit, relaxed yet nervous. Not knowing what’s to come. We gaze at each other, talk for hours, laughing, sharing stories, the atmosphere is heavenly. Like we’d known each other for years.

The drinks flow, shots, cocktails, your guard beginning to drop. Feeling how right this is you make your move. Cleverly sitting with your legs wide apart, the bright red underwear you knew I liked was on full display. Pussy glistening behind it. Facing me in the corner you knew nobody else could see except me. It was all for me. Teasing. Toying. However your smile wouldn’t last long, it would turn to lust. As I stood up, offering to buy some more drinks, you smile and accept. I lean over you to kiss your cheek softly, revealing in my hand a remote control vibrator. You have two choices I whisper, you can go to the toilet and put this in or I can do it right here? Firm, yet demanding. With no hesitation, you slid your legs a little wider. You’d made your choice as obvious as you could. I ran my hand up inside your dress, grazing your thigh on purpose feeling you tingle, I slide your underwear apart with a single finger, pushing the toy, gliding it inside you, you were dripping wet, you wanted this.

Just as I started to walk to the bar you pull me back and have to have the last laugh. The bra matches the underwear … then blow me a kiss to seal the mental *** you knew that would put me under.

However as I took my very first step to the bar I just pushed a single button, without even looking at you, you let out a little whimper, trying to hide it, but I knew it had hit the spot. A constant wave of gentle vibrations was running through your pussy, there was nothing you could do except sit there and push through.

Returning with the drinks, I sit and admire your struggle. Turning it off so we can drink and get to know each other’s minds more. I can’t take my eyes off you, your body, those legs, those tits, I wanted you. Badly.

This was just a social meet, an ice breaker, but the intense build up was getting to both of us. The deal was nothing was to happen, that’s exactly what should happen. Talk, flirt, tease. See if we click.

As the night was drawing to an end, I was ready to go our separate ways and take time to sort another more adventurous time to come. I arrange taxis for both of us, we were to do this properly, walking you outside to the car park, I follow close behind you, day dreaming of how your ass would taste. Passing a dark van parked up in the corner of the car park, you take me by surprise, falling onto me, pushing me up against the van purely by accident.

You’re so fucking sexy, I gasp at you. Tits almost falling out of the dress, your red flushed look as you could take the intense suspense anymore. You just fall to your knees, flapping at my belt with a sense or urgency, determined to claim this time your prize. What happened to nothing happening I questioned?

You’re not doing anything, I am. I’m showing you what I can do for you, why you need me. Why I need you. Without any hesitation you take me whole in your mouth. It’s sloppy, messy, your tipsy state only making you more determined to prove yourself. Placing your hands onto my waist your head frantically bobs back and forth, eyes lighting up as every inch hits your throat. I run my fingers through your hair, you’re doing so well I say, now don’t stop. You place one hand onto my throbbing cock, sucking and jerking at the same time. Your other hand pulling up your dress revealing the mind blowing red underwear and that glistening pussy, you just don’t care now. Fingers flicking across your clit and pussy hard and fast. Determined. Desperate for the release you crave. Your skills and rhythm controlling your pussy and my cock at the same time is magnificent. Spitting on my cock, taking it all in. Licking up and down the shaft from top to bottom. Teasing the head, sucking, licking it before gliding your whole mouth over yet again. You were working my cock with only one intention. The orgasm. To send me to a place I could only dream of. You knew I was close, your flicking fingers turned into fucking yourself fingers. 2 fingers deep inside you, driving, drilling, powerful blasts.

I let out a moan, a powerful I’m going to cum breath. With that you gave me what I’d been craving all night. Letting the shoulders of your dress down, revealing the huge, perky natural breasts, held beautifully by the matching red bra.

I couldn’t cope, I lost it. In that instant moment I was done. Mind and body totally done, I grip the backs of your shoulders hard you know what’s coming, taking me out of your mouth, looking up me with a sexual hunger, a passion. Jerking faster and faster, no words, just a look. Total ecstasy. My legs start to tremble, letting out an almighty moan as you jerk spurt after spurt, shooting out of me, thick, warm, ropes of cum land onto your tits, splashing against your neck, 9, 10, 11, you were ***ted. Like a canvas for me just to create a beautiful piece of art with.

Not leaving any to waste, you suck the last drops off me, taking every inch back in again, not wasting a single bit. Finishing by kissing the head with such a gentle passion. You slide the dress back up over your shoulders, not even wiping the dripping cum from your flushed body. You wore it like a trophy.

My taxis here now, you laugh, walking towards it you leave me with a soft yet playful, goodnight.

[xl****]

Weirdly this is very very close to how I have thought about a scenario in my mind. Great writing.

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This was a fantastic read 🔥🔥🔥