Everything
has been going so well. We started with drinks at a dark and intimate bar known
for its bourbon selection. As soon as you walked in, I was taken with your
confidence… And your shoes. A man in a simple shirt, well-fit dark jeans and a
pair of genuinely nice shoes is always a good start. Things progressed, hands
wandered to rest on thighs, you caught me off-guard with a well-timed
compliment about my long, natural 4C kinky hair. We wound up grabbing a late
bite to eat and then find ourselves meandering back west, walking a bit too
aimlessly for this chilly night. My leather motorcycle jacket over my sheer
maroon blouse isn't cutting out the wind like I might want, and your arm feels
very nice wrapped around my waist as we wait for the light to change at the
corner.
After
a few more blocks of flirtatious conversation and casual caressing interrupted
by involuntary shivering, you suggest that we get out of the cold. But where
to? We could go to another bar, but we started out at one and it feels as
though the evening has progressed since then. All the cafes around here are
closed by now, and the weather is wrong for sneakily making out in a park. I
told myself I wouldn't have sex on the first date because I wanted to give this
a chance to grow organically into something more, not wanting to encumber it by
intimacy too early. Old habits die hard. Perhaps I can find a compromise:
"I'd be happy to go back to your place, but let's take things slow. I
don't want us to get ahead of ourselves."
The
latch of your door clicks open and you hold it for me. I follow the staircase
up to the main landing, and you help me with my jacket as I slide off my riding
boots and unroll the cuffs of my black skinny jeans. As I rise up, your fingers
wander up to play with my hair again, and I'm somehow completely undone by this
little gesture. Your hand becomes more confident, loosely gripping my hair as
you bring me in for a kiss, holding me against the wall as your undeniably hard
cock presses through your jeans and against my thigh. The version of myself who
still believes in fucking on the first date is raring to unbuckle your belt and
pull down your pants right there and then, but I turn on a coy charm and slink
off, asking: "Which room?"
You
give me the options and we wind up in your bedroom, which is as clear an
indication as any that I'm second guessing this whole chastity act, though I
play it off as being because I'm chilled and might like to curl up under a
blanket for a bit. So we do, and it's great. And there's a little kissing
amidst the conversation. Our sentences shorten until they are words punctuated
by increasingly intense kissing, ragged breath and hands fumbling to touch
however possible. I'm clearly reversing my decision, but I still want to keep
some things for the subsequent dates. As we start to get to the point where
clothes could come off, you check in: "How are you feeling about
this?" I kiss you deeply for your consideration and pause to state, point
blank: "I'm not sure about anything else right now, but I want to suck
your cock." You nod enthusiastically. I've never seen anyone nod like this
ever, actually.
My
fingertips find their way around your belt buckle, working with the
unconventional clasp to get it unhooked before undoing the top button, zipping
down your fly and pulling your pants down. I revel in the anticipation of the
next move, seeing how achingly hard you are and marveling at the sticky drop of
precum blooming on the cotton of your black boxer briefs. When I finally decide
we've both waited long enough and start to take off your underwear, the
momentum of your freed cock causes it to bounce up and stand at full attention,
tempting me to lick the tip and make contact with yet another drop of precum.
Before I do that, I pull off my blouse and unclasp my red bra, freeing my heavy
breasts and causing your cock to jump a bit as you take in the view. After
seeing this, I need to take you into my mouth. I'm actually quite confident
with my blowjob abilities, and judging by your slightly above average girth and
length, I'm in for a bit of a challenge, but nothing I can't work with.
Your
cockhead is already unbelievably swollen. You've been hard for some time,
you're dripping precum in a steady flow and you're almost thrusting
involuntarily before I've even put my mouth on you. Even though you're about to
burst already, I'm going to try and take my time, teasing and making eye
contact as I lean in. First, my tongue makes connection with the very tip,
licking up a bit of precum and pulling away to form a thin string of pure
arousal as I gaze into your eyes. The first blowjob is always exciting because
I get to learn what works for you, what'll make you squirm and what will push
you over the edge and make you come. I kneel between your parted legs, licking
your cockhead in slow circles as I place both hands on your thighs and rub them
gently. You let out this moan that walks the line between guttural and smooth,
which might be a very good description of your sexuality in general. You're
remarkably unselfconscious, slipping into occasional verbal moments:
"Yeah. Suck that dick. Oh my God. You really do like that, don't
you?"
I
do. I love sucking cock, but I especially love sucking yours. Maybe it's your
conversational wit, your deep eyes, the way I felt instantly comfortable with
you, but whatever it is, I really enjoy making you feel good with my mouth.
Part of it is about showing off, showing you who you're working with here and
showing you all of my skills… It's nice to feel like you're impressed. My hands
make their way to designated spots: my left hand wrapped around your slicked
shaft, stroking up and down with little twists while my right hand cups your
balls, experimenting with light fondling at first, but tugging just a bit more
as your reactions dictate it. The tongue swirling breaks into small kisses,
lips parting as the kisses become more loose and wet, finally parting enough to
begin to suck. First the suction is shallow, focused on the head, sometimes
circling my tongue inside my mouth around the ridge of your cockhead.
Eventually I suck deeper, meeting the top of my fist with my mouth and stroking
up and down along with my lips and hand working up and down. You moan appreciatively,
thrusting lightly into my mouth along with the movement. I can tell this is the
right mix of stimulation for you.
Just
when I've got you into the rhythm, I remove my hand and take you all the way
down to the hilt for a surprise deep throat moment. You gasp. I smile to myself
as I stick out my tongue and lightly lick the seam of your balls while you're
in my throat. It's the coup de grâce. You grab my free hand with intensity,
almost like you're at the precipice of a cliff and need that grounding energy.
I hold your hand, sliding out slightly to tease your palm with my finger tips,
then come back into hold your hand, locking fingers as I pull up and suck the
head again for a while to let you catch your breath. Then I spit lightly on the
tip and pull away entirely, jerking your wet cock with two hands, stroking
upwards in one gesture from base to tip with one hand, then replacing it with
the other and doing the same thing again, alternating over and over to create
what feels like a never-ending chain of pleasure.
I
taunt you a little bit: "You liked that little deep throat trick, right? I
almost made you come right there. I think you might like this, too." By
this, I mean pushing your cock between my tits, allowing you to feel the warmth
as I envelop your cock completely. I knead my pillowy breasts around your cock,
moving my torso up and down with the momentum of the kneeling position, pushing
down enough that your cockhead peeks through my cleavage. I lick it
enthusiastically, twirling my tongue, flicking it and taking it into my mouth
for more swirling and sucking. By this point you're basically completely
undone. Your mind is blank as your body has entirely taken over. You feel it
all and I can tell you need to come. Remembering that you love the mix of ball
cupping, shaft stroking and sucking, I return to that combination and you take
in a sharp breath. We're both really getting into it, but you have the presence
of mind to ask: "I feel like I'm going to come. How do you want it?"
Again, thoughtfulness will get you everywhere. "Come in my mouth", I
say. "I want to taste it.
That's
all it takes. Your moan turns into a groan as I bring my mouth back to your
cock, furiously sucking and swirling my tongue, stroking your shaft in tight
circles and cupping your balls as my thumb wanders just behind to lightly press
against your perineum. That's the third heat, bringing all the sensations
together. I feel your cockhead expand in my mouth as your shaft becomes rigid
and your balls start to squeeze up for me. In a moment, all that tension is
released as you shoot spurt after spurt of surprisingly mild-tasting cum into
my salivating mouth. I swallow every last bit, stroking you to get the final
drops out so I can lick them up from your sensitive slit. As I rise from my
spot, you ask if there's anything you can do for me. "No, not tonight. I
didn't want to go further than this… I just couldn't resist our connection
anymore. And I'd be lying if I said I won't be reliving this with a vibrator
tomorrow." Then we're quiet for a while, just relaxing side by side and
looking right at each other. "Wow", you say. "Yeah", I
respond.
Ohhhh yeeahh
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