Best or Worst First Date Ever

[la****]

Rose seems like a good girl. On the outside, she looks as innocent as can be. Her pretty little doe eyes and natural blush are adorable. Her body is thick and curvy, but she tends to dress for comfort. Her legs and ass stay covered up by jeans. However, her cleavage is usually on display these days thanks to the excessive summer heat. She goes about her days, unbothered and unnoticed. Or at least she thinks so.

Which is why this date is so unusual to her. Here she is waiting for a man who slid into her DMs. She was so flattered that she said yes when he asked her out even though she knows nothing about him except his name and face.

As she waits in her car outside of the restaurant, Roses stomach churns. Her anxiety is peaked, so much so that she almost wants to cancel but she's too polite to back out now.

A gentle rap on the window makes her jump. She looks up and sees him waiting. She's a little surprised, but not too much. After all, she did tell him what she was driving. However, she parked in the back corner of the lot so she could sit in the dark and get a glimpse of him before they met. So much for that idea.

She unlocks the door, slips her purse over her shoulder, and steps out of the car. He greets her by pulling her into a tight hug. As they embrace, his hands run down her backside and he squeezes her ass over the little black dress that she chose for this occasion. She gasps but doesn't pull away until he ends the hug.

"I like the dress. You don't get dressed up often do you?" he asks. "Um, no, not really." she answers quietly, a blush spreading across her face. She wonders if she's that obvious and looks up at him questioning. At 5'5, he towers over her by at least an inch. "Relax" he says. "I won't hurt you." he says jokingly...

But just like that, her body tenses and she steps back against her car. He moves forward and their bodies are almost touching. His hand moves to the side of her face. She freezes. He starts kissing her, gently at first. Her body responds to him positively in his mind, so he starts kissing her with more intensity and passion. She's still frozen, trapped between her car and his body, which is now pressed against her tightly. She can feel his cock harden against her leg. She lets out a small moan and that's enough consent for him.

His hand wraps around her throat. Her eyes startle open and he stops kissing her, hand wrapped firmly in place. His other hand starts to wonder down her body. First, cupping each breast through her dress. Then sliding one shoulder off to reveal her bra. He pinches her nipple hard. She squirms against him, her purse dropping to the ground. She'd scream in *** but his hand tightens and all that comes out is a small gasp. His hand travels further down, then moves underneath her dress. She tries to say no, not here, please but no words come out. He slips his hand into her panties and isn't surprised to find they're soaking wet. "I knew you were a good girl." he whispers in her ear. He shoves a finger inside, it goes in smoothly so he shoves another. "Fuck, how are you so wet and still so tight?" Two will have to do for now, he thinks.

His thumb circles her clit, while his other two fingers slowly pump in and out of her. He releases her throat long enough for her to whimper then smothers her with another kiss. He can feel her gasping as he does.

Her breath quickens and he pulls away. He slides his hands out of her panties and fixes the top of her dress. She doesn't dare move. He picks up her purse and slips it over her shoulder, then grabs her hand to tug her towards the restaurant. She opens her mouth to protest and he silences her with one look. "It's time for dinner my pet. Let's go."

All throughout dinner, he barely touches her.
Occasionally he places a hand on her thigh but for the most part, they just talk. He leads the conversation and asks her questions about her life. He pays the bill, acting like the perfect gentleman. When dinner is over, he walks her to her car.

She braces herself for what's about to happen next. Except nothing does. He kisses her hand, like some fucking Prince Charming and bids her a goodnight. She's confused, frustrated, and a little angry. How dare he! Though how dare he what is the question... he touched me without verbal consent, he left me wet and needy, he acted like nothing happened. On the way home, she can't stop thinking about him. On his way home, he smiles to himself. He knows she's his now and he can't wait to mess with his new pet.

[Eu****]

Well damn!!!! 🔥 that was amazing 💦 🥴

[sw****]

Hot 🥵

[la****]

I messed up: Its supposed to be a foot. (He's 6'5 or taller.)

[lo****]

Oof🤤